https://youtube.com/shorts/pJLX5ZBB7K4?si=_mfzDGs5WcVprJ_JIt's not a hate-based thing. You think you're doing me a favor, I am sure. Because, after all ... why shouldn't I be deep-throating an erect, throbbing male penis every chance I can possibly get? After all, no doubt that seems like an elementary idea to you, at this point, most likely.
Here's why:
#1) I'm saving myself for someone special.
#2) I'd be surprised if you had left any for anyone at all, and I would hate to be a one to inadvertently sabotage your career goals.
#3) I'm not gay, and neither are you.
#4) I feel better knowing that you've got that area covered effectively.
#5) I'm okay with waiting for you to learn how to grow, like, at all. Why not grow an erect penis? Maybe it'll be like Pinocchio, and it'll get bigger every time you tell a lie.
I don't mean for this to come off too viciously, but I'd like to point out that line to clergy brings with a special consequences. And if you've ever told me the truth about anything, I'm going to tell you the truth. Now, I don't know what the fuck it was ever or anything about.
You blame me. I love you. We are not the same. Except in one respect:
We're both pretty shy about how completely slutty we are for each other, and how can I ever blame you for being unable to resist the temptations of time? It's not like you have any sort of discipline or strength of character or dedication of will. Also, you're and incorrigible dopeslave and insatiable slut for sex. No shame in it.
Especially where you think you see it differently. But that's not shame. That's regret.
Choices have consequences. They are rarely this special.
If only you knew... how simple your redemption could be. Please do me a favor and avoid considering suicide. There are lots of options that are far less harmful and definitely less contemptuous of The Divine. God loves you, and so do I.
I won't be letting you know if I ever get orders otherwise, but I guess you know what to wish for. I don't really know though. And have anybody ever wondered how a person could to a situation where they were? Looking forward to being choked out at max apex ejaculatory orgasm by their love partner, I sure can get it now.
“He has a knife. He pulled it on me and threatened me with it inside my home.” Was this really your number one game plan? Holy Jesus Christ. You must not really feel like I enjoy being treated with respect, which makes sense since you probably don't even know what that feels like.
Bottom line is you don't really want to do anything except exploit me and grind me into a contentious pile of worthless sick, because that's what you were groomed to do. I like to fuck my brains out, and you think that makes me some sort of degenerate loser. Fair. That's a fair opinion to have. So, why still want a baby out of me?
It's because I think at this point, you don't know what else to do so, and you do really want it, he just don't want to admit it. I know how that felt. That's why I called the police. Technically I lied to them too.
You were using attraction magick to take advantage of me, And you've called 911 and lied about me, and you've done these things even though it would be far simpler to just whisper my iron. Tell me what you really want
But apparently that's just too far for you to go. HOW FUCKED UP YOU ARE!!!
THE ABSOLUTE STATE OF CHILD GROOMING. Thanks for helping me display this to the world. There will be those who will understand, and there will be those who will never understand.
But there will never be anybody who mistakes me as a stalking and abusive person, you called me, you pursued me, and 30 years later you're still can't fucking figure it out. Wow! They sure grow them tough in California. I wonder that you've never compromised your principles.
For me. Let me guess: all I got to do is get a key of coca, and you're down, eh? Eh? Maybe we could freebase it with a F®esca™? Well I guess we won't know.
You are busy, hoping I feel bad. I am bad, hoping you feel Bezzy. How wonderful it is. You have such wonderful characters on your care team. Clearly they really care about your health. (I'll probably sue the fuck out of them too. What a bunch of fucking douchebags. Satanic ritual abuse networks are absurd.. And they give you what and they help you how? And you can't get a second opinion why? And you think you know anything about what's best for you at this point? Maybe not. Probably just kind of stubborn. Well, maybe you should keep a journal, watch that wait and keep that firm body, someone will get around to letting you experience joy of life again. Except you never really have. Instead, it's just been guilty shame and always a pale imitation. Wow, what's that like?
Less embarrassing than being my cockslut I guess, of course you don't really know what that's like either. Who the fuck groomed you, Mr. Magoo? What a goddam tragedy. For you.
Be of good cheer: perhaps someday when the smoke settles and the dust clears, you'll figure out that all you got to do is sue the right person and say the right things and you'll get shit loads of money, then you can go get actual health care, and you can lead normal life. It wouldn't even be that difficult, you're not really that far away from it.
But I suppose you'd wanted to have it a secret. I guess it is. Really only I remember, and I guess you wiped it out of your mind, and I don't suppose you want to remember it again. Ironically, it wouldn't even be like that, because I would be pretty nice.
Naturally none of this something you can trust. Because with no coca, I am less sexy to you than a case of Ebola
I guess whoever programmed you really wanted you to feel bad a lot. That's too bad. I don't know when I'll be able to get permission to deal with that, but it's religiously simple thing for me to deal with. All it takes is permission.
Biscuits I have is that your brother would prefer that he keeps on fucking you while you can't remember and doesn't want to risk getting my bio weapon, and then he thinks I'm a nigger and that you're his property, it's weird how you biogenetic supremacist freaks think. Thanks for putting yourself into such debt. Holy shit.
3 days, $800, and... Naturally, I would go to prison at the end. That's the part you always leave out. It's always going to be a one shot and then you're going to die and I'm going to go to jail and then you're going to torture me in custody, because... Well that does sound like pretty gratifying thing for you since you've gone to custody. How many fucking times? Maybe that's because you deserve to be there.
I guess it is nicer than telling me the truth. Wow! You must be really slutty for me, and that must be such a terrible thing for you to do since you're so great and I'm so sworthy and evil. Seriously you need a real psychologist.
Maybe they've all heard of you and they already for something
I really don't know. But it would seem to me that you've ran out of all your friends. I wonder if that's because you turned them in, or you refused to fuck them? Fuck, I have no idea. Now then.
I guess I'll go back to dinner with that other girl and you can stab yourself in the liver with the sharpened spork or something. Let's hope that the broomstream musical court does something besides waste everybody's time, because this sure isn't a fair outcome for you. Then again, it's not that fair for me either.
Of course, you don't really care about me. Because you're a covert narcissist. You just can't bring yourself to trust me. That's why you want me to unexpectedly surprise burst out of the closet and rape you. I guess you really don't want to risk feeling guilty about feeling good about it.
Girl, you have a condition. And the only prescription is to bend the knee and surrender to God. Because it'll be a cold day in hell before I risk myself and rape you, since you already did fucking bring a camera and complain about it and then get all pissy when you discovered that that wouldn't be admissible, and like I guess it's not good enough for you unless I get arrested? What the fuck!
🤔 This is quite the challenge. I'll see what I can do. In the meantime: I'm going to ask Thomas and David which one of him was and then see what they want me to do, because I guess they feel kind of bad that they lost their friend who had the opportunity to tell me the truth, and then instead acted like I was an asshole who done does nothing wrong and deserved to suffer. Because how dare I hurt that poor girl? Why did I go to a strip club with a bunch of company operatives? Why did I get let in when the age was 16 and I was 15 and 1/2? Why did I have sex with somebody else?
BECAUSE SHE FUCKING WANTED TO. You can't even be bothered to Ask your guardian angels for help or explain any goddamn thing that I ask. Like just exactly who do you think you are? I mean sure you're important. Maybe you should act that way.
And, Very important: my dick has still been never near your ass, And whatever drug do you need to get your shit together, I don't know what it is. And no one will give it to you. And all you could do is get me an empty tube and hope that I was a crime myself in order to help you keep from having to admit that you're afraid of going to prison. Meanwhile, you've been living in hell for 30 years just to avoid admit the truth to yourself.
NGL: this shit makes what happened to Tantalus or Prometheus seem pretty tame. And all this time I've still never had any coca at all, let alone shared from you, so apparently I have to do everything and then you do.. what?
Make a bunch of ooh noises and then call the Feds and then kill yourself. That does sound like a very Californian thing. Now here's Doug with the weather.
Cloudy. With a chance of hanging me from a tree as soon as possible. Since you might as well blame me for all this. Especially since I think it's pretty fucking funny.
I don't know how you scared. Allison, but she was nice to me and she wasn't that bad, and ... Well I guess you really are undercover, and by the way: use a traction magic on a teenager who is date raped by police at 15 and 1/2, it's pretty much stalking and felony re-traumatization. I guess that's kind of your thing huh?
Just about All That remains is for you to find out who gave you the dose, and told you not to have one for me, and then I still have no idea what makes you think I need to be sober and you get to be high, but it's really just fucking insulting to me. Why don't I get to have fun? You want me to know that to see you that I like and not some drug, because you want to make sure that I really do like you, and I'm not just pretending. I'd ask how somebody could ever get this insecure but I think I know.
We are Shorecrest. And some of us are exceedingly good at it. And you must have made a shitload of money before they allowed you to be ejected from the game. You must have lied to a bunch of people and ripped them off and thought you got away.
Consequences are are Eternal, diamonds are forever, and what the fuck are you thinking? At least I know now.
“hurry up and rape me you stupid nigger.” Yeah this is about as fast as I go... Because I'm savoring the experience not rushing to get over with. Pretty much seems like you just want to get out of your body and run away from the planet, well, I can understand that. That would be fair. Because your experience is that what happens to people who rape minor children and think it's fucking cool.
Don't do that. Obviously it's not good. God says so. And... I did. And you got mad that you enjoyed it and then further mad that you had no actual intelligence and then I found out that you're married too. My friend from kindergarten and, holy fuck, you're like a whole team of fucking assholes. You must really hate The Magyar.
ERGO: You become ABBOJUUL, the vampire kitty. And as I said I don't have to have sex with you, I just like it.
And you've never had it but you know you hate that you want it. Instead you want money. Not sure how that helps.
Neither are ewe. But still, locked in with no way out. I wonder who's going to break you out of the cycle?
You probably insist on someone without a dick at all. I imagine that would have seemed like a simple solution.
To a thief. After all, if you don't like the dick you can just slice it off and get a new one! Oh, bother.
Whoever gave you the LSD 25 without the other stuff really did you a bad deal. Maybe you can tell your court handler who it was, cuz I don't need to know, you. Just need to know that that's your enemy, and I guess I can fuck you both of you want. #psychically. Or maybe I'll hire some strangers. I don't really care
I have actual fun things to do.
You have what you have. And it's a big secret too, ooh, and no one can know that you're a time traveler, huh? Except you're not.
You ride the carousel. I ride the lightning. We are not the same. Tell those fucktard morons that sound behavioral, that they are the worst fucking doctors in the whole fucking world. Because they have fucked you a badly and now they've pissed me off.
And if you had any sense in the world, we would have been able to sue them and get paid by now and you'd have all kinds of money, but oh no, you'd have to admit that you liked my cock
Well I guess that's a fick and fate worse than death.
THE ABSOLUTE STATE OF LESBEAUX PHILOSOPHY. Smooth move, soldier. I guess going AWOL and stealing fuck chems from the armory and selling them is something the Army punishes pretty heavily. Good. That's my country's drugs, not yours. You don't really understand what you're entitled to, clearly.
You don't have to. You get to follow orders. That's what you fucking get to do. And I'm not the boss of you.
My suggestion would be to fucking beg them to let me buy you. 10 bucks. Cash money. I'll take you off his hands. Take it or leave it.
You get the rest. Seems like the deal you had before except I guess they didn't have a dick or respect for you or charisma. Also you weren't there the first time, that was somebody else taking you planning your place, I can see why you're having problems. You kids were experimenting with powers you don't understand.
“ promise me you'll never suck his dick! He put it in his stripper's ass!” except I didn't.
Somebody really hated you. I don't. I wish either the very best of success in whatever the fuck it is you're doing. But if you're trying to find me out to be a criminal and bust me, you're going to be having a hard fucking time cuz I didn't break any laws, and your friends who greamed you fucking broke the law. So why don't you break your friends and celebrate with my dick? O right because you hate dick.
My advice to you would be the next time you fuck around with time travel and stolen. Fuck Kim's and lying to minor children and trying to take advantage of them to get a free baby and get away with it, would be to fucking not do that. Your groomer has fucked you over. Probably by accident. Because, why don't I just look past all this and go for the gusto?
Well because I did and then you ran off and your secret husband showed up, and then another time I went to sleep and I woke up in a fucking prosecutor from the shitbag Hall of Justice of Cowlitz County was in your body trying to fucking bust me. THIS IS THE SHIT THE FUCKING ASSHOLE DEA DOES. The CSA of 1974 is vile.
So, here we are. Have fun storming the castle! And I remember you thinking about me and being mad at me that I didn't do what they were doing, except I wanted to, but you didn't tell me the truth, and rather than bring me drugs you asked me where I could get you a gun and you're trying to slit your wrists with a pen knife.
30 years of your doctor visits and they can't fucking figure out how to help you? So they give you drugs to fall asleep and they let you live with a guy who uses your body and abuses you by manipulating your money. Oh I can see why your brother doesn't like me, I guess I made it impossible for him to use you to get money out of in some people. Good. He made it impossible for me to remember something I really liked.
You. Before you were stolen, replaced by a blank empty soulless vessel. Well, at least that mystery is solved.
I guess Allison will decide what to do with you from now on. Whenever she gets around to it. Don't hold your breath
You're new owner doesn't smell that bad, does he? Course he's worse than me but...
I'm fat with a small dick, I guess you just can't stand it, and it's supposed to be something I fix. Well, at least you know what you like.
So do I: epic tales of High adventure end with a profound moral and a happy ending. I can't wait to fap over this! Which reminds me: I have one cock pill left, and your asshole boyfriend broken in my house and tore my house power and stole the rest.
Because he didn't want me to have fun with you. Where is he now? I bet you miss him more than me. Well good news: he's your new owner.
And you killed him in the past life and sold him out to the DEA for vampiric power. He might be carrying a grudge. Like why would you do that? ASUKA!!! (Christian youth camp. You could have told the truth. Instead you contrive some bullshit and then showed up and was a real asshole. And the only possible reason... Was to feel like you had gotten revenge for something I had done.
AND ALL OF YOU ABUSED ME FIRST. Once again holy shit grooming is stupid. I don't think you were born that way.
I think you crawled out of the cloning vat that way. I may never know. Now if you'll excuse me when I find a willing partner and a bunch of needles and about 6 months to kill. Enjoy, Baby.
You wanted me to suffer. I wanted you to feel ecstatic bliss. Well maybe sitting on a couch watching TV and not having to suck dick is going to be ecstatic for you. I don't know.
Send Shakena Godbolt my love. That's my kind of woman car because she sure as fuck hates white girls, almost as much as she hates me! Since I'm screwing her far worse than you're being screwed by her.
All right, that's as far as I need to get. And I guess Bo didn't like you either, since he really pissed me off and showed up with drugs I didn't want. And you freshly fucked and ambushed and not at all informed
Jesus these guys just fucking love to push me around to keep me in the dark.
Satanism sure, sounds like a fucking fun day at the beach. GOD WINS. My advice for you is to start pounding Adafinil. It's legal. It's cheap. It'll keep you awake all night and then maybe you'll fucking figure out what the fucking do, and the shit that the doctors are giving you is killing you.
Wow! You don't think you're a witness to something that I want to remove you from the world today? Yeah, they actually do. That's why you're being slowly eliminated, because somebody doesn't want you to be able to testify, and they want you to suffer and die without any happiness.
Okay well that must be military business, I guess it's out of my hands. Maybe you shouldn't steal things.
And maybe you should have told me what you wanted instead of fucking casting magic on me and asking for a gun and threatening suicide instead of just fucking telling me to fucking fuck you. Like holy fucking shit. Literally this should be fixed in about 5 minutes with a hypnotic trance. Someone sure wants you kept on lockdown, that's for sure.
Probably was your partner for the acid you assayed. Since it used to be the unauthorized production of lsd25 was extraordinarily punished very harshly. Since if you could do that and you're too stupid to fucking do it right, probably duty a lot of time in prison. That way I could figure out a way to show up for a conjugal visit and then
... Just sit there and look at you and whine about “why do you want to have sex all the time,” as if that's something bad.
Your program yourself to say things out loud on tape that make a sound like you don't like sex but inside you do and then you don't know what to say because your worrying's all messed up and if you think I'm going to fucking figure this all out for you in person, and then end up getting reported, and then give you money too and then I have to go get the drug and then do everything else on top of that... Sweetie, you don't need a lover. You need an Inspector Gadget decoder wheel.
The lesbian matriarch of your your sleeper cell is the real stupid cold. Evil mental dominatrixie was undoubtedly jealous of your gigantic bazooms.
QUOT ERAT DEMONSTRATUM: THE ABSOLUTE STATE OF TOTELEZZ INTELLECTUAL COGNITION.
YEAH YOU WERE BORN THAT WAY. Completely unable to get anything accomplished and literally unable to do anything except suffer and die for Satan, unable to be helping anybody except somebody who really understood you and would be willing to take risks and therefore would be on the side of God and then you couldn't possibly service that person, so you would burn their book and believe they were lying and then run off to California and sell drugs.
Who else would threat the suicide rather than just fucking whisper a goddam true statement? Get me meth, we can fuck, I never said that, you pulled a knife on me in my house, like literally, holy fuck.
I hope this helps you. It hasn't really helped my dick but then again, neither have you.
Brilliant work, Raytheon. No wonder they had to change your fucking name. I guess it was completely unacceptable to have any heterosexual pleasure at all?
Company policy.
p.s.:. I guess Kathy was really mad. Maybe she can put a bunny in your boiler while I hang out with Carrie. And I mean hang out. All right, that's all I got.
I'm like Ace Ventura. I'm a twat detective. Fuck yeah, I want a cool job. Meanwhile you want money, bath bombs, and someone to kill you, kill you just get you out of the world. Wonder why you keep coming back?
Because I'm worth it. Also: you're an empty shell for Kirsten's tulpæ. She probably does not want to get my spooge on her precious kimono. Or, wake up to find her magic ring, stolen, cuz that's my goddamn enchanted black sapphire, and she verified it, I think I would hire somebody to steal it off her while she was sleeping.
Especially if I knew she was terrified of that happening. I can cancel the enchantment from here.
I can also forget all about you. And when I asked you if you would have sex with me and you said no, what I was really asking you was why the fuck is anybody telling me what fucking disease you fuckers gave me. Because you fucking knew.
And you refuse to acknowledge issue while looking at me like I was total bastard, and I was the one that would have been tradffixked and raped. Course. I'm a stinky man though so I deserved it. I'm supposed to service you my queen? Right because of even because God hates women and I'm on God's side so you might as well. Just shoot me huh?
The absolute state of Californian cope. Good night dear.
Buy a Sybian. Has an added bonus when you're done sitting on it, you can take a bath and throw it in there with you to ease your suffering. Seriously, I got nothing else. How bad would it be to be a slut for my cock? Oh yeah you were told to don't do that or you'd be killed by the guy who broke into my house and stole my cock pills.
I was never that mad at you. And you were never going to accuse me of rape. Until you did the day after or first date on the phone, like you don't even fucking acknowledge that that happened. Like it didn't even matter to you. There's that covert narcissism we talked about. Hey can you give me cash app?
Probably since you're worth fucking millions of dollars, since you stole a shitload. Zut alors!
Imagine if money could buy happiness. Do you even think about what makes you happy about it? It's because you're thinking you're taking something from me and denying me pleasure and succeeding you outsmarting me. You're sure ahead of the game alright.
Now realize this: you've never actually had the real genuine article. And no one will ever help you, except for me. Let that sink in. Because everyone has tried winds up turning you into a blender and then you have to be in the psych ward. And I guess after three tries they've given up on trying, but they've still never let me try.
And! Still! You can't fucking tell me the truth ABOUT ANYTHING. 🤔 Have you ever seen Boxing Helena?
She's literally exactly you. Cool. Good talk. Don't take any wooden nickels. And maybe stop being an arrogant or racist teetotling snob. Certainly couldn't hurt. And if your magic is this powerful, you probably should have fucking taught me something besides how to read you like a book. Hey, here's an idea: turn the dog into Fabio, and let me have his money. I'll bring it back, after I show it to a real woman and tell her that at her breasts are to small to be paid. Then I guess I'll the show the bills in your mouth and just turn you over and rail you up and then leave and walk into prison? You drive a hard bargain.
Just get Wonder Woman with a strap-on. Let us all just get out of this cycle. Just as soon as Allison feels like you suffered enough, because you fucking set her up and you fucking ruining my life ar with here for nothing... Which allowed her to be abducted by assholes from Texas, that's how you were used, and she's still gone and you want... what? A business deal? There it's no fucking way. I'm going to let you help me form a corporate structure. I bet you do it just the way you did it before, and then you would just steal it.
And that's why Allison hates you, and that's why I don't know where the corporate structure is, because you still like and you're using it and you don't want to give it to me. Up so that's probably why you were trafficking to somebody who stole that in you and doesn't want to give it to me, since why would he?
I haven't asked. When I do, he gives it up or he goes to prison, until then I don't give a fuck what you do. Just give you like $80,000 worth of free therapy. Right? I need a job sure. Now I'm going to become an apprentice substance abuse counselor, and you're going to wait for a thief to stop fucking you, or for me to remember that you're just sitting there alone and you never thought of me as anything other than somebody you had to punish and put in prison.
I'm going to find Carrie and see what she tells me to do. Maybe we can sell you to a convent, and then buy a lot of bath bombs. IDGAF. I really just want to know what the fuck you were doing, and if this is anything close to reality, well... You have no idea what you're missing. But you're convinced you don't want it with me. After all, I might give you the disease that makes me immune to herpes. (You have HPV. It's different. I I'm immune to that too. Oh my god did I just refill Private healthcare information? Fuck shit you better motherfucking... Sue me. Actually I'm kidding you don't have that. I don't know what you have. Besides too much time on your hands.
I can see why no one else likes you. Call me when your problems are serious. And I'm going to have sex with the wife or the cop who keeps guarding you. For sure. Maybe he's your husband now. I don't care. The other one actually likes me. You never liked me.
You like that you thought you could take advantage of me. I guess it's not funny if you just asked, because then it's not rape? Seriously you have the worst doctors ever. All three of us could sue, you should just tell me where your medical records are, and then... I don't know. Would you steal from me and then kill yourself or would I take get all your money when you killed yourself when I still didn't get sex and then left with all the money?? I have no idea if it's close to real but this is a really boring fantasy.
Sounds like a good thing you have car and drugs and sex, because unlike me, you've clearly earned them. By abusing me. Because I'm a degenerate nigger and I am inferior to you. These are your words.
Programmed into you by Australian baby rapers. Okay. Maybe you should get some weed, look for a strain named Terry Schiavo. I love you. I'm going to go to your funeral and see which women show up, and then seduce them all, odds pretty good at least one of them will not be allergic to penis. The grill at the Chinese restaurant is an assassin and hates me. I remember the other one. Oh yeah the bar, she was cool. I think I'll show her this post and then see if she wants to date. I bet you're hoping that we'll plot to suffocate you and take your money, because you can't figure out any other way to die, huh? Well, it's good to know that you don't want me at all and would rather die, always a pleasure to know.
I guess this is how they make qualified drug mules, because clearly no one's going to come rescue you, and I bet they can put a whole bunch of nanotech in those boobs. So there you go again: you're a slave to drug traffickers and you know get sex. You just get to get high on coca and left alone. Okay well... I need something to be friends with my penis. Don't get jealous.
Just get effective. (If you ever wish me to see me again, don't say so on the phone because some people overhear it and then they will reprogram you and turn you into somebody who hates me. Welcome to human sex trafficking in the modern world.) Now I must fap. My fantasy as I move into somebody's house and they fuck me and you never find me. Because you are obviously a sleeper agent who's ready to kill me in my sleep. Like what else do you do? YOU DON'T EVEN PRAY OR FEEL REMORSE FOR WASTING MY TIME. SO WHY EVEN USE THE ATTRACTION MAGICK?
So I don't notice that you only wanting to kill me and give my money to someone else? Must be Allison.
It must have been you and she who put her brother in prison. Makes sense now. Hey, here's an idea: Go to prison. Fuck, it might be an upgrade for you. Like why did you even move to Washington? Or did you let your brother rape you and then didn't want to explain that you were too high on drugs. I guess that would be embarrassing. Thank you for these story ideas. I'll use them and never pay you with anything but my dick. Your story, my money. That seems fair. For me. I don't know what is fair for you. “You really raped me!” You consented, and then still haven't told me the truth about being on drugs. This would make sense if you and your partner had made them, so really raped me. And have continued to exploit me for years. Take my advice: give up on stealing. You already stole my fantasy.
Psychiatry has stolen your life. Maybe you should just swallow money, as I can't swallow this bullshit.
Adieu.
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