That's not how you spell my name, dork.

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« Sent to: AZZERAE on: March 20, 2025, 06:04:12 AM »

Call me and pay me.

You're being trafficked, Moron.

Hey, one outta two ain't bad.

You imagine that I make clandestine shadow money hand over fist, tax-free and invisible to any audit. You imagine that because that's what you would do with this setup. Indeed, this location is ideal for that kind of thing.

Then get off your duff and make something happen. Shit or get off the pot, nigga. You have no idea what I would or wouldn't do in "your position". So stop trying to tell me who I am, where to go and what to do. You know very little about anything, and you're coming off like a bozo filled with hot air. The pomp and ceremony isn't fooling me. Get back to the Great Work and quit shirking, fatty.

I never said I was broke.

It's not about what you said: it's about what you are.

d00D. I live in a haunted church for three (3) years and am regularly attacked by murderous hooligans. There has been no running water for a year and a half. YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO DELIBERATELY COLLUDE WITH OTHERS ON THE INTERNET TO WITHHOLD CRITICALLY IMPORTANT INFORMATION FROM ME ON A BASIS SO ROUTINE, I GUESS YOU HAVE BECOME DESENSITIZED TO HOW THAT IS A FEDERAL CRIME.

Like, why would I care about your little fantasies? What business is it of mine that you live in a "haunted church"? As for the murderous hooligans, you approach me on some I can do something about it shit. Who are these people? Explicitly state what relevance it has on me and my existence.

You stiffed Dari when she did all she could to restore your well to a functional state.

I collude with who I choose to collude with for very specific reasons, but none of them have anything remotely to do with you or your life. It simply isn't my business.

You have no jurisdiction in South Africa. So suck it up, buttercup.

Must have been someone else. You do not attempt normal conversation with me at all. You gaslight and seek to deceive and pretend you're not a diagnosed and oddly medicated schizophrenic. No shame in it. No “normal” either. Denial is not going to kill you, Chair Rub, but its a chilling effect that you bring to the table. Hark! Did you see how you just implied through textbook psyop chicanery, that either of us ought to be prioritizing “normal”?

And just like that, you gaslight me. I did try. I tried and tried and tried. You're incapable of normal. Not that I'm encouraging normalcy-- By any stretch.

Just for the record: I don't "pretend" I don't suffer with a mental illness. It's just not Schizophrenia. It's Schizoaffective Disorder. And why on earth would you even belittle me for such a thing? It's not like it's something I can help. Fuck you, dude. Fuck you right in the kisser. If you think I'll stand for this kind of abuse (or taking it lying down) you've got another motherfucking thing coming.

When it comes to the issue of chicanery, you're fully aware of the fact that everything's made up and the points don't matter, so what's the problem? I think you just like to hear yourself talk - which is fine - but the amount of opportunities you're missing out on because of the blunt force trauma you're subjecting your brain to with whatever drugs you're doing is not helping.

And before you even go there, I'm well aware of your thoughts on psychiatry. It's just that the ones who need it most are the ones who never get help. And you sir, need help. You sneer down at me from your high horse, thinking you're above me because I take my meds like a good little boy and try BE BEST, when all you're doing is showing your ass in the public square.

Like, who does that, anyway? Have you no shame? Are you not aware enough of your shortcomings to quit while you're ahead? I think it's admirable that you pump out the 5 Minutes with Jackstar shows with such regularity, but the content itself leaves a lot to be desired. And I KNOW...It's designed that way. But take a leaf out of Falkie's book, and realise, that this is designed to make money.

Don't hit me or my wife up for 40K. You're not a baby in a swollen diaper: or are you? We tried everything we could, but you wouldn't get out of your own way for so much as a millisecond to accept help. Instead of demanding money and running around like a debt collector to previous friends and associates, maybe you should give some thought to monetising.

But you're "too cool" for that, right? GOD FORBID anyone makes a bit of coin off their labour. You don't believe in that, you patsy. You're an ingrate and an overgrown child slash trust fund kid. You always got everything handed to you, while the rest of us had to roll up our sleeves and do the hard slog ourselves.

You can look down on the town from your ivory tower all you want. No one is gonna stop you. But there's a time when Rapunzel needs to let down her hair. And that time is approaching. Quick.

No one wants to discuss anything with thugs like us.

Peculiar stance, because I've spent hours upon hours attempting a normal human conversation with you, but you're too much of a troll to break character.

We scare the shit out of everyone.

We? I didn't know you and Master Trollda were so tight.

I know I'm shadowbanned across the entire internet.

And you're so "broke" that you can afford an X subscription for a little blue tick. Blow me.