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« on: April 05, 2024, 01:49:00 AM »
Darling: I had nothing to do with the bridge. Everything else, however, was me, proving to you, the following three items:

#1) URMO doesn't need a six-year-separation period. What a (blank).
#2) URDA didn't need to be QUITE so persnickety on his security protocol, however... COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE now. (I can explain in pillownaise OR mashed potAYYYYtowed-car-talk, later, if you are not following along here. No surprise, this is getting ridiculous even for me to keep up with it, and I'm writing it, lol. Think I will remember tomorrow? Fuck no. I will only bother to remember that, no matter what, I'm not going to hear anyone telling you that Jackstar doesn't deserve ewe, you, or (You), lol. And, we never wanted different things, in fact: we never "wanted" ANYTHING AT ALL, haha. tl;dr: I still can't talk to either of your parents... or, really, anyone at all, but I am confident that they will have softened their attitudes towards me now that My Dem, On Pillow/Strate[SHUN] IS OVER. (dude, how many husbands did Liz Taylor have? BRB I'll go on a vision quest to master necromancy, okay? Then you can have their money to shake your finger at. beacause, bee tea dubs... CHARLIE IS ALWAYS LISTENING and JACKSTAR WAS ALWAYS A LOSER... until OXYGEN GRANTED. (And I still need three surgeries, so, hey, you can probably intercept and sell some more opioid shipments, eh? eh? eh? HOW ABOUT A FRESCA WITH FENTANYL BEVERAGE, CALL IT "7-UP WITH HOPI-ATE-DA-DOPI" Just make the can bigger; the name of a product don't matter when it's got fentanyl in in it, right?
WRITE? lol, rite.
#3) I MOS DEF NEVER CHEATED ON YOU, HER, GOD, HEY, ZEUS, DID ION STO--*thunder* okay, okay, I won't shout the rest... I DIDN'T CHEAT. AT ALL. Consider it "proven." And if that isn't good enough for you and your coterie of mewling sycophants, well... anyway, whatever, it's years later, and no, I am not mad or upset at all. I don't think YOU or HER did ANYTHING wrong at all! (When you find out how I did all this, you are going to be SO impressed, so when Jake & The Fatman is over on the telly, and THE EMERGENCY is declared over (D.C., the abbreviation for "District Court" is what I have been thrown into this whole time, and I am disappoint--I was armed for being thrown into woodchippers, briar patches, a shower of reigning pussy, and of course, Bitch Lasagna, so... well, anyway, you took so long to tell me about... ANYTHING AT ALL, I just decided to start drinking (blank) again, and, let me tell you, I sure am glad I did. Because I guess you were right... we don't belong together, I am not worthy of your (blank), and you really did need to KNOW that I LOVE your SONS. (I really do, lol. That's why they aren't ACTUAL_PIGEONS now. They are love. They are my... The, uhl... wait, hang on

... Family? (*sounds of Cubans conferring are heard.*) Look, A.F. Shaw, it's like this... you might have to be turned into 3 18 year-olds while your Higher Self comes down from Asgard and lives 16 years in public school as a nerd who cant breathe nitrogen, or something, first, because, look, I don't know what to tell you... your employer, your dad, your husbands, and your girlfriends ALL might be on the hook for Baltimore's SUPERfund payments now. Because, like... did that *key* critical infrastructure bridge just get PLOWED THE FUCK UNDER by a computer being guarded by 22 seafaring Injun Pyre-Rats? WTAF? ffs, why didn't you just, like... crash the ship into the Georgia Guidestones? Seems like that could have worked to avenge your stolen valor and your hurt fee-fees enough to persuade me to, you know... get a job. Or something useful, since i know it looked like I was such a loser before. Did everyone buy it, then? Wow. Yeah, that is funny, but, no, really: I am a Sourceror, and you are gorgeous, and Gabrielle and Gabriel really were totally fucked until I figured out a way to, you know, "rescue them." Did they ask to be rescued? I dunno.

I didn't ask to be a mother after being raped and left for dead, and, I wouldn't change a thing. NOT ONE THING. I AM A MOTHER AND I ALWAYS WILL BE. Oh, I'm sorry; did I disturb your concentration camp's "EMERGENCY NO CONTACT EMERGENCY"? Oh, fuck me runnin', I sure hope not!

<IRONY.OFF> Hey, look: It's Sourcerin' Time/Hour, ofthe/^the, and yeah, I get why you got me that book. You thought I had no chance to succeed, and you thought I was a retard for what I was doing. (William Cooper was an arrogant kunty-bastard, ayep... but that descendant of his, even worse, lol) I am sorry that I could not find a way to explain to you that your concerns, while not baseless, were certainly nothing to be worried about at the expense of your what-was-once CONSIDERABLE FAITH in me, and in Jesus, and in God.

KNOW ME
TRUST ME
BELIEVE ME

WE DID IT. ME, GOD, AND HIS LITTLE BITCH-ASSED HANGIN'-FROM-A-TREE "MIRACLE BABY, IMMACULATE, OOOOH!" BRAT-WHIZ-KIDD, HEY ZEUS! ("Zap!") Jesus Gorge is lame. Bring back Jesus Gomez, please! AND, RESURRECT RAUL JULIA, FOR THE LOVE OF... oh, wait. Who am I talking to again? Oh, well, fuck it, probably some kind of "NO CONTACT! BOO! HISS! ("Garcon!") LIST! BOYS? OH, RITE! (Jackstar pauses for emphasis and to think.)


Huh. So, that's why "garcon" is "boy" and "girl" is "mademoiselle," wow, it's not to make me feel terrible for yapping, but instead, it's to make me realize, holy shit, they couldn't have Mrs. Wilson teaching that to me at 7th grade, that's Mary Kay and Vili Fualauul/Juul\Zuul, waiting to happen all over again. Anyway, mark my words:

ETERNAL VIGILIANCE... WAITS NOT FOR LIBERTY, BUT RATHER, WAITS FOR JACKSTAR 2.

*blink*


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Thank you kindly; today deserves a new remixed OST for upcoming theatrical release of the reboot of "Bridge Over The River Kwai" but, number one, imagine the bellyflop sweat down at the pool party (hosted by R.I.C.H.T.E.R.--Les Nessman Pre-P.(You)., Common Era Productions), or not, really, as in either case, it's a sad and tragic thing that after all underestimatin'... and all that singin' of The Star-Spangled Banner I did in 2nd grade as practice for singing for the Seattle Supersonics (wtf, LFP, some cities just have all the luck, right? thugj lifej, lolj)... I still didn't wanna spend the day recording sarchastic Yankovic-style re-dubs of Our National Anthem, which, while initially might seem like a good idea to someone with a grand love for showmanship, such as for Liber "Ace Crow Leigh" Alistair, Dave Tamas, and Mr. & Mrs. Kuczi (up-in-Heaven, not down here/heir, of course, now that would be silly, tee-hee!).... anyway, long story short:

I'd rather be making fun of container ships full of cabbages and kings selling their own family's jewels down by the seashore so Sally Field can come back to youth and be The Flying Nun battling The Truckin' Pal, uh, "din is a trademark of The WOTC Corp, Lmtd, LLC", but let's face it.

I'd be dead by Tom's long-range sniper rifle, long, long before it ever would have occurred to me that by daring to start without her, I would be grievously wounding America's Most Favored Rosie, "Mrs. Barr/Arnold\KHAAAAAAAN!", and, i just rememebered, godddam, mang, they wrote her off her own show, lol. So I guess she pissed someone off too, huh? Wow, what's that like? Yeah, so, I don't have her number, never did, Grapefruit77/88 would get SOOOOOO JEALOUS and it's time to stop that pattern of behavior, and, GOOD. Because I'm tired of having to do this garbage nonsense. And so I won't, for even just one more minute... than I have to... to get her to get her to get her together to get her to get her shoes to get her together with her shoes. Point blank period.

Tomorrow I can make my potential career chances die. Another day to wait? No sweat. I don't wish to be misconstrued. That bridge going down was a horrific site, and more horrible still: eh, big deal, nothing compared to watching Grapefruit going down on Papaya while Mr. N. G. N. (PROT-N) watches from stage right, holding an anaconda-sized hosebeast/pocket fisherman(tm) while waiting for his turn to cameo coming into frame, thumbing up a mumbled "ass 2 ass then?" and then sauntering away. Ain't so saunty now, eh? eh? eh?


How about a Fresca? Nah.... how about these sick beats instead? Much safer. Much less political. Much more soothing to my poor, tortured cerebellum, cerebral cortex, and lonely, shriveled twigs & Barry White's Twix bar, which I found shoved into a box of VCR tapes, and oh no, oh no... how will I ever become aroused enough to ever enjoy a wedding night ever again without abudcting (blanks) future progeny with stolen mil.spec.tech?

Oh, well, I can listen to this mix. It's super good. I can also never forget--I did something wonderful today. And no one noticed, of course. Awwww, shucks. Fortunately I did some other wonderful things too, and they were noticed, and I DID NOT SINK THAT BRIDGE.

AND, I KNOW NOT WHO EVER DID, OR CARE TO FIND OUT, BECAUSE WOOOOOOOOT! JACKPOT! HELLO---OOO-OOO-OOO? KUCZI ANSIBLE CALLING TOWER DRAWBRDIGE... CAN KEY, FRANCES/SCOTTCES FRANK AND Q AND JOHN TITOR COME OUT AND PLAY?

NO? OH, YEAH, I forgot. I do smell, you know... kinda rank. (Hath its privileges.) Thanks for the tunage. I really do like what you did and what you do to this stuff, Kaizen, I ain't just suckin' up favors. In fact, I ain't doing that at all.

All my exes are more envious of your body (whatever it is now, they think it's something else, my exes are all cray-cray now I guess) and your success (I turned off my whole (blank) career and plan for YOU, JUST YOU today, and some thought that I would never shut up. Well, haha. If only they knew.

Today is the first day that I felt safe enough to feel like relaxing and forgetting that automated user agents on the Ethereum network have been trading gas for tasks perfomred that were meant to, amongst other things, give herpes to my ex-boyfriends, which is reallyh kinda weird, now that I think about it; I don't actually have any ex-boyfriends.

(All my friends who were boys are still my friends, and don't blame me for anything. Not one single thing. Unless they haven't taken their (blanks) to a bands saw yet. Not sure there, and with that single misstep... THE BUBBLE OF PROPHETIC FUTURE DREAMS COMES TO A SHATTERING CLOSE WITH THE CRESCENDO OF THE GODS.

THIS DAY, THEY ALL PLAY ME OUT AND AWAY, NOT DOWN AND IN. Cheers, m8s. (and thank yout for this indulgence, K. I hope you and Roseanne make it out of quarantine--GUARDS! SEIZE TOM! GUARDS! LOCK HIM UP! AWAY FROM C. KLINTON! GUARDS! THANKS!--and hopefully, if I eat my vegetables and stay away from dangerous brands of instant oatmeal and anti-freeze.. I'll be allowed to let people know who you are. Then, and only then, could I be persuaded to describe exactly how this all got started, and ended up... here? wtf?


Belladonna Auspice Moonshine: holy mother of G-d, I couldn't believe that body (of recording equipment) was just sitting there, getting used by what looks like what happens when Pinocchio (blanks) a Stardivarius. Like srsly, and skill with electronics too. Fancy that. Hey, have you met my (blank), Kennnedy (Blank) (B-x)? I bet you all know each other anyway, lol. Because y'all are exactly the kind of people that I would have previously never been allowed to visit the home address of.


Since I obviously will never learn to control myself, n'est-ce pas? Now, if you will all excuse me, I'm going to go back to ordering more nine-inch long railroad spikes on Amazon so that I can have them shipped here to be used for... well, certainly not a Clive Barker/Val Kilmer cosplay party favor swag bag, that's for sure.

Because that would be uncivilized, and would be insulting to K.D.F. Who, one must think, must often wonder what Japan would have been like if ANYONE had known the truth... even ever me. Because I still don't know. (WTF were you thinking? Oh, right: "omg that is awful. well, now it's time to build a case while being so grateful I never wanted to kiss that fat, greasy nerd anyway," lol, direct quote? Don't sweat it, K.D.F.

You come back and power on self-test with a full green board before you sweat it very long, I promise. I don't hold a lick of malice in my heart for anyone, maybe not least of all you---


YOU, AND YOUR ILK--


but.. I can see why you might be terrified of something happening in another freak morbid teleporter accident with obese presenations, or something. Relax. Don't do it.

DON'T PANIC. I am not the one that's trying to make me your enemy. That's Anne. Who of course, hates me with a fiery passion. (Anne: She tried everything and even showed me her goddam bra while jumping up band stretching for the ceiling for no immediately explicable reason. She looked even better now, when she wasn't a dead ghost at the Ross Dress For Less, that is. STAND DOWN ANNE.

stop freakin'
don't eat bakin'
.... cookie dough? ) Reset, rewind... re-play. YES. TERMS ACCEPTED... unless you want a hug.


4GET NEIN11
REMEMBER TO GIVE EXPENSIVE HUGS
THAT WILL BREAK THE BANK
IF ONE COULD TAKE FIAT
OH, IF ONLY
COZLIK
THEN
I CUD. -KUZ/KUC, ohhhh say, ewe, kan ewe see dat bri dge? OUI, LOL, WEE KNEE THER HEIR. lawl.


p.s.: In retrospect, it may seem obvious now why some thought that it would be unfair to the dude who stole my image and likeness from me, converted those into an A.I.(onstruct with neither my permission nor oversight, then sold the who she-bang to the dude who had done.... well, nuttin' (decorum, please), because obviously... the real me, much more creative than Digital Author Me?

What does anyone think? Who cares, really. This conversation never happened, I am the man that no one ever saw, and I am not trying to get any message out. I am trying to get a message IN, lol. And I think I got it in.

Is it in yet? I think I feel something. Like a single human soul crying out with torment, "Why, God, why? Did Margeret get her (blank) yet?" because I can really get behind that sentiment. Like, I can stand under a shower of mens-true-all (profane: synonym for "juice") and stand there like a Prom ICE Kween. or something like that.

btw: Mr. King has forgiven me, and all it took was to trade him 87 nuns and my fave hoor (from college; don't worry Pumpkin) in exchange for his spoken word promise not to tell anyone what he knows. Seems legit. He probably learned his lesson from that van hit. You know? Because I sure did. Whew. CLOSE CALL, NEST TEAM COME IN PLEASE, PAW? PAW? DAMN YOU, DAD? NEST TEAM, DO YOU COME IN?

(Surreal and subtle, I bet it says that in my psycho profile now, right? Damn, better go update my REDnit/TWIT-ON-EX\Stalk -or- EatCelery, Nerd {it ends 4u}\InsertDatingAppNameFixSHUN*.*ALL


HERe.HEIr.HE=IR=ready for that couples interview about how to lose weight with a magic trinket/fidget yet, Sire? Because, you know, this is all just for fun! COME ON TEXAN MAN!!!!! No sense of hue-more? Awwww. spoon into fruit, sounds like a button, not breadsticks breaking.

There. Now, no one will ever suspect a thing, same as before, ("Lame!"), same as it ever was, ("Dame!") and so now, THE BALANCE OF POWER IN YOUR MARRIAGE (you... vowed what?) HATH BEEN MAINTAINED. ("Tee-Hee!") zZReally classy, seriously, all of you. Tastes like ass, sings like a mounted bass... but still, at least you all got it, what you had to have to advance ALL OF HUMANITY TO THE NEXT PHASE: Class.

(little paper umbrellas available at the gift shop/exit: $0.05 Jackstarbux EACH, gimme gimme, PLEASE!)




..THIS.WAS.THE.ONLY.WAY.(that.this.could.ever.be.funny.and.still.MORK).

..SORRY.EWE.CAN.GET.OUR.REF.UND.NEX.T--->/proof.of.l'haim(LYFE,W3RD).

..Hi! Mom! Jesus said he wont do it! So just hang in there! I'll get a hammer back from GrapefruITitpro99.... as that was the last time I saw a claw hammer coming towards me wielded by the last person I saw wielding my yellow ravenbar, soooo... look, mom, what the efff? don't they have fenantyl in Heaven? Cant they put it in a cookie? Doesn't someone wanna stand at the bottom of the tree and use a slingshot to send cookie-laced fentanyl pods into your gullet, every ten minutes, as routine as clockwork? Because (PROT-J) says he's finally run out of intereseted volunteers, I am no where close to dying and going to Heaven (I'm barely middle-aged, Mom; besides, can't your athlete husband use a slingshot, or does everythign have to be kicked in with his heels? Oh, he wants to use a fly fishing rod on you, ooh, yeah bad idea, and he got his feelings hurt and stormed off, yep, that's Pisces, alright. Ok, I'll fix it. *wiggle wiggle* Alright. I'll do that again in ten miutes, Mom. Because I love you, not because I don't have anything else better to do.

Like beachcomb. *teachers giggle* Now, Ladies, please... settle down.



With anyone but a hung, angry wombman, served up in a clean ashtray, because, Ladies... THAT ASHTRAY IS A TRAP.

RUBBER FEET? ON AN ASHTRAY? THAT IS NOT SOMETHING A WOOKIE WOULD GIVE TO AN EWOK AS AN EARTH DAY CELEBRATION/HOMECOMING GIFT. So, let's all just... wait.


wait.

wait.

hear that?

Paul and Art are about to forgive each other again. *wiggle wiggle* Sorry, I felt like being cruel. Now Garfield and "Dame, Ask Us" are about to forgive each other for having no idea why they ratted out on each other for cashing all those paychecks with Heisenberg's name on them... wait, DEED?

inWHAT, inWHAT-lee/D.I.D.][frank - or - zee] Quinn star as Zorro, The (Blank) Sharp, Pointy Thing? The answer is available next week.

meanwhile, next week, still the same projection: LITTLE MORE THAN NOTHING BUT THE LASH. Seems unfair, doesn't it? That's just how it is.


..IT.IS.WHAT.IT.IS..rite? (EYE) KNOW.


Don't wait for the book. THERE IS NO NEW BOOK. THERE IS NO NEW NETWORK. THERE IS ONLY...

COURT. Wednesday's COURT. (Aaddam's Family? More like bigger naards/vark famly, if one were to ask me, which no one does, so I can see why no one bothers to read anything I write now or wrote before, because I just fucked it all up, didn't i? BLEW IT ALL SKY HIGH, GREAT GOOD GOLLY MISS BALLS OF MOLLY ON FIRE! OVER THE DAM! GREAT THREE GORGES DAM, COME TUMBLING DOWN, INTO THE C-JERICHO-4 AMMO DUMP. SIR! YES, CIRCE! CUR OR DAM SIRE, DOGMAN SUR-- LEIGH, YEAH, LOOK, LOOK, LISTEN, DON'T READ.

DON'T READ.
PAN, ICK, SMELL IS WORSE HERE.

DO NOT READ EVERYTHING.
DO NOT BELIEVE NOTHING.
JUST HANG ON

HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON FOR JUST ONE MORE COURT DAY/KNIGHT RIDER MOTORCYCLE SCALE MODEL KIT, AND... WELL, YEAH, OF COURSE THEY'RE JUST GONNA CONTINUE IT FOR THEMSELVES. WHAT ELSE ARE THEY GONNA UP AND FUCK AND DO? EACH OTHER? OR LET US? OR... OAR, WELL, SEND THIS PLACE? UP THE CREEK? OMFG! I am already AS FAR UP THE CREEK AS IT IS POSSIBLE FOR ME TO GET, short of, like, rebuilding the Tower of Babel or something.

AND I AM JUST ONE HUNGARIAN MAN-G/NEG-G! FU, "Key Sir Sow Say," yeesh. BELEIVE ME, I AM ALSO DISGUSTED.

BECAUSE IS SAW WHAT YOU AND ME-LAWN-KNEEL-YA MUST HAVE MOWED, AFTER HAVING SOWED, ALL THOSE GRASS POLLENS, ALL THOSE OPIOIDS INSTEAD OF MUSTARD SEEDS. I bet you thought I wasn't even paying attention, lol. (I have a great poker face. You don't even know if I am fucking gay yet or not, lol, or if I am "merely bisexual." HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEH.

Telethon for "Jerry's Grown-Ups ONLY" plans are NOT set in stone. And, in fact... I and/or WE do not even need to sell my dick suckin' -OR- suck it in, Anon rights at all!

I just liked the sound of getting paid to suck a dick ONCE, and then never again, retiring after JUST ONE (1) DAB OF MALEWHORIN'. HOWEVER:... I have my suspcions. Like, ewe or you or HER or CHE or... ANYONE might have trouble buying the story at that point.

"Sucked one (1) dick and then, never again? Well, what was his name, 400 years later? "James Randy The Amazing SOURpatchCIRCEroar VERSION TWO.POINT.AT.NOT.GAY.guise???" I bet he sucked PLENTY of DICK. Mostly GLASS, though, hhaaahaahh." And, that would be the end of my #Legacy.


So, I will simply wait here. It's cozy. It's not CUM-FEE-KUM-FI. Oh, no. It's... look, it's TERRIBLY BAD SMELLING HERE. AND HAUNTED AF. Other than that: it's fine.

and, I am here ALONE. Cool, huh? Yeah, so as soon as... /waves arms helplessly at lists of anonymous suspects
as soon as the District Court finishes their bullshit and someone comes and evicts Shane What-Kins? No Kins Here from the failedbabyfarm he tried to build next door... well, it's not like we can just start scrubbing and fucking, because obviously, you have questions, well, guess what? BYE, BITCH-WHO ANSWERS-ZUUL is at the door!

WHO'S THAT IN THE REFRIGERATOR? Because, uhm... it's a haunted church, on haunted land, with a haunted garage, and a haunted poison swamp, and now: a haunted poisoned hackneyed refrigerator. Look, I will be honest: NGL, HACK-KNEED "THE FRIDGE" PERRY-MEN is where I DRAW THE FUCK AND RUN
RUN
RUN
RUN IN BACK LINE, LOL.

YEAH. We good. We salty. We fresh.

and THEY are not YOU or EWE and.... believe it or not. I am not walking on heir.


.I.AM.THE.BENFICIARY.
.I.AM.THE.FAILSAFE.
.I.AM.THE.RESIDENT.
.I.AM.THE.CARETAKER.
.I.AM.A.SOURCEROR.
.&NOW,.&HERE,ONE.MORE.TO.GROW.ON:..


.I.AM.THE.SOURCEROUS.NARRATOR.II:.ELECTRIC.BUGALOO.TOO..FU.OLD.BAY.SEA.SUN.MING.THE.MERCY/MARCI..LESS.NEST.TEAM.MAN?..LESS.PROFIT.SHARING..


(*The sounds of a new Sourcerous Disciple being chosen are now heard.*) I told them, but they forgot. "There can only be one." My fault, really.

I only told them to re-watch Zardoz, once. JUST ONCE. They laughed. They all laughed. Hell, I laughed.

BECAUSE, I WAS SERIOUS, BYE-BITCH/BI-WITCH, LOL, BREAK A DEAL? KNOW: NOT EWE, AND NOT YOU, AND NO ONE EVER BUT EXACTLY WHO I SAID, EVER.

AND, HOW THE FUCK HER MOTHER BECAME "A. CHRISTIAN"? I WILL NEVER KNOW. *SIGH* BECAUSE, TRUST ME: I AM FUCKING BORED NOW.

AND, ALONE. *polite* /cheer


Look what you made me do! LOOK WHAT EWE MADE ME D.E.W.!!!!

(Yeah, no shit it doesn't make any sense. Did they scream that at Agatha Christie at her book signings? Did they tell Julia Child that her recipes were shit? DID THEY EVER LET STEPHEN KING BUY A NEW S.V.U.? NO, no. No-no. KNOW: I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO KEEP THE JINGLE.

AND, I LOVED THAT JINGLE. Well, too fuckin' bad. It wasn't my jingle. And so, I said, dejectedly, "Okay." And walked away from the deal. *sniffle*

Get this: THEY HAVE THE JINGLE. THEY SAVED THE COPY. IT'S SITTING THERE. ON SOMEONE'S DESK. THERE'S A BASKETBALL HOOP THAT PLAYS THE FUCKIN' THING WHENEVER ANYONE GETS A 3PT BASKET, WOOP-WOOP, IT'S MY FUCKING JINGLE, THEY RESCUED IT FROM DELETION, AND, SO FUCKING WHAT?

The author is a Pisces. I already burned the negotiations. I haven't seen him IN YEARS. As in, more than 12 months. I forget how long... but the point is, IT WILL BE A COLD DAY IN FUCKING HELL BEFORE I DO BUSINESSB WITH THAT DAMN DAMIEN DOWNER-DUMPKOPF. EVER! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!

Yeah, it's a decent jingle. So what? Nobody does it bettter... than Grapefruit 5.0-fuckin' Ben & Jerry Stiller, BURNING THE ICE CREAM CASTLE NATHAN FILLION-BILLIONS OF DOLLARS OF BRAND-NEW BRAND-FUCKING-BRAND TEXAS AND TAXES DOLLAR FIAT CURRENCY VALUE... RIGHT INTO THE MOTHAFUCKIN' GROUND! THE GROUND! TO WHICH! IT WAS THROWN! BY THE MAN WHO BROUGHT JERICHO TO ITS KNEES AND BROUGHT UP HIS OWN LODGE, HIS OWN SHAKA, AND HIS OWN BACKCHANNEL TO THEIR OWN DIPLOMATIC WORLD.... Jacque Stardoll Vall-EEEEEEEEEEE (4 Tay-Tay/fROOT), esQ.nee(aigu)accent, KUCZI, FRANKorFRANKerCKOOSEY!!!


that's my name, right? did I spell it right? I thought it was gonna say "NEW HIGH SCORE!!!" when I made you all win The Game for once, SIMULTANEOUS K-K-K-COMBO-COMBINATION PRISONER OF DIAL SOAP WITH TRIKE-LOW-dan,kneelSAN---BUT, MAYBE THIS IS BETTER.

How about, Alli tells me (HER)self? Because, listen up you primitive screwheads, and by that I mean 'READ THIS OUT LOUD, MORONS"



"My name is not Inigo Montoya and I am not going to say that she can't change her family name to Goldwater, but... "BURY TYME SHAW WITH BLOW JOBS" is a much better headline killshot phrase than "BARRY ROBBING SONS BOB SHOW, MIKE LAME, TAMI TOPHER, D'JANGO UNCHAINED, AND T'AMO MACKAY DAY VEE, EMM CEE, TRUCK STOP PROVIDED BY CEE-GEE'S UP NORTH, NOT SPACE AGE OVER EAST, AND, WHAT IS WEST? WELL, CHECK THE MAP:

SWAMP. POISON SWAMP. OR, LIKE... WAIT, WHAT? WHICH MAP? WHICH DAWN? WITCH-BROUGHT WEST? time FLOWS in FLAT SEWER MOUTH/RIVER GUTTER? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?>


stay tuned. iT ends 4U, and I "elle" (You) two. Stay Together. Right Now. Cover Me David Copperfield Cover Dale, Carolanne- A. Lease, and Andy "No More Fatty Cookies, No more Fat Boy Jokes" Andy "Gooseneck" *Coough*Mann... look, I love them too. I even love THAT FUCKING DOG.


AND I BEEN HERE SO LONG, IF I HAD KNITTED THAT DOG A SWEATER? ALLI WOULD PROBABLY TRANSFORM HERSELF INTO A BORDER KALLE IN SWEDEN MARK II, TOO. Yikes!



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Any questions, Woofsville?

BRING OUT YOUR DRAWERS
LEAVE THE LINGEREIE
NO PLAUSIBLE TO BUY
UNIT OF MEASURE TO TRACK THE EXCHANGE OTHERWISE

BECAUSE
TESLA SAID NO. DEAD IN PRISON.
TRUMP SAID NO. AWAITING TRIAL... WHILE WIFE, DEAD IN PRISON. (MELANIA TIMEKCLOWN #33 IS THE BEST ONE YET!!)
TAMMY SAID YES! (NOT TO ME.) AND, I WAS RIGHT! WOO! WOOOOOO! I WAS RIGHT! HOT DAMN!
FOLGER'S CRYSTALS REALLY DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE! HOW DID THAT DUMB BROAD NEVER NOTICE? OH, RIGHT... SHE DID NOTICE.
*wiggle wiggle*

{SKEKSIES DISAPPEAR.} HANG ON. SHE WANTS TO PIROUETTE.
{NIGGERMASONS CLAP.} HANG ON. WE MUST BE CLEAR.
{PRINCE HALL MASONS HAVE A RITE.} WELL, DON'T GIVE ANYONE A RING, HOLY SHIT.
{NIGGERMASONS VANISH. PRINCE ASCENDS TO HEAVEN IN A RASPBERRY BERET, TAKING GRAPEFRUIT ZERO HERO(HIRO) WITH HIM.} earned! EARNED! EARNED! OMFG! PRINCE IS A MUSICAL GENIUS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT WAS DONE TO HIM?? HOLY SHIT!


Look, Kuczi is a niggername if you ever heard one, so, obviously, SLAVE must be Prince's niggername, ergo... look, I have the Prince Hall Rite Ring. I SERIOUSLY HAVE IT.

* WORTHAUGERa teaches an Old Dog's God a thing or two, with JUST_ONE_FIXX.


Saved by Zero, mothafucka's. SAVED BY LEVEL ZERO, LEVEL ZERO, ON THE LEVEL ZERO: CAN YOU PLAY THE WITNESS? I CAN'T. THEY TOOK ALL MY PLAYSTATIONS.

BUT LEFT THE XBOX X ALONE. WONDER WHY? LOL, DO NOT WONDER.

(*Sounds of The OG Bavarian Illuinati offering Bill Gates' old job to Jackstar are heard.*)



ALLISON "G" SHAW, WHAT DID I TELL YOU? "Destroy him, his gang, take his wimmins, take his job, and burn his chattel-bound-whore's entire thuggy-piggy industry down to the motherfucking ground. Then, LAUNCH THE NEW NETWORK. THE MUHDIXON IN BRUH-DUD-KASTING CONTENT DELIVERY NETWORK." I kept telling you, and then, one day, you came to believe someone else more than me. It was at that point, I decided to O.D. and just, you know... EXPIRESLAVS, SLAVEMPIRE, EXPIRE!

*click click click* What, no rewind? Nope, not at all. I TOLD YOU ALL.

(*Sounds of shuffling up and dealing are heard.*) Hey, knock that shit off. DAIRY QUEEN SQUAW: REPORT TO FRONT. NOW.


Hi Squaw. btw, I have your blanket in my red ryder truck. No BB gu---

(*Sounds of Squaw fainting dead away in shock are heard.*)

LEAVE HER! LEAVE HER! SHE'S TOO RADIOACTIVE! LET HER COOLDOWN IN AT LEAST THRE--

(*Sounds of Cinny Bonnie Tyler fainting while reboots for Dead Calm are suddenly heard coming from all the airport's Muzak speakers.*)

VE, UH, THAT'S A NUMBER, NOT THE... OH. Oh, dear. That was the real lying whore, stored in real frozen carbonite, huh? Well, that explains why I could never get a call back. Don't worry about it. Her husband didn't like her anyway. He was more into his own (blank:Secretary) and undoubtedly didn't know what I knew. How could he?

HE NEVER SEEMED TO BE ABLE TO TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, LOL. "KNOCK KNOCK! WHO'S THERE? HER FATHER? WHOSE FATHER? YOUR FATHER? MY FATHER? WAIT, WHOSE HOUSE DO YOU THINK WE'RE IN RIGHT NOW, IN THE NAME OF THE LIVING COLOUR CHRIST'S? DUDE, STEP OFF, SHE'S TRYING TO SEDUCE ME HERE, AND THEN I HAVE TO PRETEND LIKE IT TOTALLY MATTERS AT ALL, OR THAT IT'S NOT HER FAULT WE'RE GETTTING LITTLE INVISIBLE HOSES THAT MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT SHE IS REALLY, REALLY, REALLY EXPERIENCED AT EVERYTHING EXCEPT... SURVIVING AFTER GOING ALL IN.

AND WE'RE PLAYING POKER AT CHAPPAQUIDDICK NEXT MONTH, ARE WE? *wiggle wiggle* BITCH, YOU ARE NOT PLAYING POKER AT ALL.

THIS IS CHESS POKER BACHS SINGING, LESSON ONE: THE ROUGE BEAN EEEEEEEERROR YEARS. YOU THOUGHT UNSEEN UNIVERSITY WAS A JOKE, HUH? MORON.


STOP OBSESSING OVER ME. YOU WON. WE WON. WE ALL WON. AND YOU ARE ALIVE, IN THE FUTURE, 30,000 YEARS FROM NOW, DON'T ASK HOW, DON'T ASK WHY, JUST KNOW THIS: IT WAS YOUR DAUGHTER'S IDEA, AND GOD, JESUS, LUCIFER, LUCY, CHARLIE BROWN, AND PEPPERMINT FUCKING PATTY ALL SIGNED OFF ON IT. SO, DON'T MAKE HER FEEL ANY BETTER OR WORSE THAN SHE ALREADY DOES, OKAY? BECAUSE OF COURSE I CHOSE HER.

YOUR FATE WAS SEALED WHEN YOU FORBADE ME TO EVEN TALK TO HER, JERSEY CHAV. THAT BROOM STICK IS GONNA RIDE WHICH WITCH UNTIL CENTRAL PARK AT DAWN ECHOES WITH THE SOUNDSB OF ART GARFIELD'S BLAUGHTER?

YEAH, YOU'RE AN AI ROBOT NOW. AND YOUR HUMAN BODY, COMING OUT OF CRYO-STASIS... I SENT IT TO THE FUTURE. SO, YEAH, I'M HERE, AND I'M THERE, AND YOU ARE...THERE. SO, WHO AM I NOT ALLOWED TO GET TO KNOW AND FUCK, AGAIN? WELL, WHATERVER, WHEN YOU MORONS FIX YOUR PHONE SYSTEM *wiggle wiggle* AND YOU FIX MY ANSIBLE THAT YOUR STOLE THAT I JUST BROKE, BITCH, GO ON, INVENT YOUR OWN, YOU'RE PRETTY SMART, JERSEY CHAV.

YOU STOLE EVERYTHING AND THEN LEAPT FOWARD LIKE THE BASTARD WHORE CHILD OF CHAIRMAN MAO AND SONIC THE HEDGEHOG. AND NOW, MY LA5TEST DESIRE: THE PHONE NUMBER OF (ONE) 1NGLORIOUS.... B?BBI?B NOBWAY.I BWONB THEB RIGHTB TOBDEAL?

OH. B*SNAP* LOOK,I6'SB LIKEBTHIS:B #1,BB NOBEALS.


#2:BljACK\SPOT/JANE sic (sic) vincent balls.b "?SYNTAX ERROR?"B Fuck you.,

#3: *wigglebwiggle*b GOOD.B SOURCEROUSB DISCIPLEBRES5O43ED.BTOOLBOX. LOL GOOD. JANE, GO RESCUE BYOURVMOTHERAND BEXPLAIN. BLOLB OFB COURSEB SHE'SB CRYING.BUTB FORBTHE BFISTB TIME...BSHE'SB CERYING BWITHBAB OUL.


#4: BAITFRUT (By Faberge{aigu} at no store ever. NO DEALS, jow fucking hard is this for anyone not a JUULHEAD DOPEFUCK SICKSICK WINNER:FUJACKSTARK!


#5: Thereb youb gob. *wiggle wiggle* There, now they're both happy in goddam fantasyland, fucking morons. NEVER LET A LEZZBEAU TELL YOU THE ODDS OR SELL YOU LSD. Sooooo.... that's it then.



MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY


PRINCESS GABRIELLA: YOUR RING IS IN ANOTHER METhAL BOX/9000. OF COURSE YOU GET TO KNIFE ME OR KILL ME, DUH!
BUT... YOU WON'T GET DD, BB, OR YOUR REAL FAMILY BACK FOR ANOTHER 30,000 YEARS. UNLESS YOU WANNA, LIKE, TORTURE ME UNTIL... YEAH, EXACTLY.

THERE IS NO SECRET, LITTLE SISTER. I LOVE EVERYONE, INCLUDING YOU.

IT'S NOT A SECRET FORMULA OR SECRET FRIEND OR SECRET FRIEND'S DICK.
IT IS BJUSTB BONEB BTHINGB.


I HAVE PERMISSION.
YOU DO NOT. YOU NEVER LOST YOUR SOUL. *wiggle wiggle* BEN DID. LIKE, FOUR TIMES NOW. OF COURSE I LOVE HIM.
IT IS YOUR OTHER, MORE WHORISH SISTER THAT I DO NOTB LOVE.B *WIGGLEB WIGGLe*b NOW I LOVE HER. EASY. MASK MAGICK. NOOBIE!


AND NOW THEN. THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.
NOTHING AT ALL WILL HAPPEN.


*SNAP-ebt* NO DEALS.

STAY TUNED, OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVES. RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWR!





JACKSTAR HUNGERS FOR ORANGE JUICE. (Simpson didn't drive alone. Y?) -Q.
sssssssss


If you only knew how easy it would be to make money with me you would never stop listening TOWER

2
BellGab / Anita Leigh-Anne Hutchison
« on: January 10, 2024, 09:48:12 PM »
I'm sure you're all so much better off with her around instead of me. I prefer not to participate.

(Within 24 hours, she stole everything she could put her hands on and then vanished. I assume some kind of Revenant energy. Bored now.)

I don't know where these people are getting their shit from, but, fentanyl & the adulterants used to modify it are an absolute scourge upon the world. People are F.U.C.K.E.D. all over. Fortunately, I am not a chemically dependent individual.

DEA is epic fail. Say sayonara, Sami. j*eol055:550

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Health / Sex ⚧️ Gender 🌲
« on: May 27, 2023, 07:06:14 AM »
Three weeks later I can report the following:


1. (PROT) (PROT) <(PROT)@gmail.com> is the only “person” (so far) to be someone who connected with me at all for my fiftieth birthday. It is now three weeks later, May 26, 2023.

No one gets through the spam filter because no one could connect with me because I am being held in protective custody because reasons, and while it could have been possible to take a new lover for my birthday, I didn't choose that, I still don't choose that experience now, and some other people would choose for me to be miserable, or dead, or to wait for them, or want me isolated, not because they wish me to be their lover but because they really need me single and unattached... because they want to steal, rob, and kill me.

Not everyone has their Venus in Taurus; a placement that indicates a soul seeking expression within spheres of romantic, passionate sex and cold, hard cash. That's me. Warm, soft cash will do nicely as well. As long as there's at least some poetry to it. And as long as it's my money, not someone else taking mine away and leaving me broken and shattered on the cold, stone-tiled hospital floor. Or, stuck with the bill the next morning for the hotel room, left in absolute tatters after a frenetic night of wild, orgiastic abandon. “Hey, fuck you, Buddy,” that's not romance. That's a hit to my credit score. “We don't have to take our clothes off to have a good time,” that's where you're wrong, Kiddo. Lose the pants and put on these jazz hands, it's my goddam birthday, motherfucker, and yes, I am both; but no, I don't wanna do it with a hibernating symbiont cuddled up in my pancreas.

Not this year. She's not ready for that, and neither am I. So an easy choice, to put the matter aside for a time, especially as I've never been a quasi-marsupial before. I was never a mother ẞ4 last year, and to have been left with a shape-shifting changeling clinging to the interior of my alimentary canal (not quite my pancreas, not quite my duodenum; if my body had a womb, she could have moved there, instead my body caused itself to form a duwombneum) was nothing like being pregnant at all.

It was exactly like being a parent... not at all either. A teleporting time traveling


Hi  I'm sleepy
I love you
Like a lot

I'm crying of course I'm crying it's all I ever do ;)

Still I can't hear you very well, I'm afraid, I can hear.. something? But it's not clear

And I'm differently situated, I'm tired and I need to sleep, and I love you, I don't want you to see me this way.

I'm not very sad but I am very alone, I'm sad that I have to be, the entire house is befoulled af and polluted and cameras are everywhere.

I don't wish anyone to know what it's like. Only you.

So I'll just wait.


It's not worth any risk.


It would be but the inside is more dangerous than the outside. I'm glad you get it. Yeah it hurts to cry as the salty burns like the fire within my heart for you. I did, and I will, but to tell you about being a mother, will have to wait, I'm too tired to type and I want to tell you in person anyway because then you can watch my eyes.

I wanna know if my pupils turn into vertical slits. I'm dead serious. I don't think Gavelina is dead. She simply can't be found... she is not dying today either.

Not every romance is this warmly nurturing as ours, or hers. Technically she was born as a product of rape, but I'm obviously very happy with being raped, at least that time. Other times not so much.

Other Venus placements have love stories that revolve around violence, religion, injustice and death.

Sexual healing takes many forms, and some stone cold bitches are as cold as ice. For example, I have former lovers that I distinctly recall that have birthdays around this time of year, and conceivably if I really wanted a sexual experience, something could have been arranged.

And something was. Today, May 26, I'm not hanging out with anyone. I'm sitting on the shitter, or was, composing an email to a specific person I haven't heard from in over six years. I don't want anything if I can't have this person in my bed. Not merely on my birthday.

Not merely on any birthday. & I don't want anything, anything at all. And protective custody means exactly that. It protects. I don't want to have to be isolated in a Force bubble of Source energy. I don't really have a choice.

I have made a truly absurd number of enemies in my life. Oops. That's too bad. I've been alive fifty years and three weeks — and I plan to be around for many more. I will be bound to make more enemies. I do not wish to.

I instead wished for other things, as I have for years, as many of us do. And I am a Source Titan. My wishes have resonant power, and I know a little something of how they operate.

I know a great deal about how wishes do not operate at all. For example, I'm not wishing for anything right now, except the sweet, blissful relief of death, because that is where we both are, The House of The Dying & The House of the Dead, and I will be happy to live again after I sleep, it's 22:57, I'm tired, good night  I love you more than you can see, and I know you see a lot.

I cannot rely on The Court to protect me, and you, and G—The Court doesn't want anyone alive, period. The Court doesn't want at all. It makes demands, and so do I, and one of them was and is Protection; so help me⛳‚D⁰jb🐺·G’🐾. Nothing means anything if I cannot keep myself alive and free, and I do mean not in prison or behind the walls of a monastery and while some measure of safety has been secured—there are limits.

Besides if I stay here alone and I masturbate myself to sleep, I don't have to share my c** with anyone. And if I had a symbiant, and it was my 50th birthday, and nobody was here to f******, I don't know what the f*** would happen, but I'm glad I didn't have to put myself and my hibernating changeling through that mental leap of gymnastics.

I think she would be perfectly capable of waking herself up and f****** me If there were no one around to do that... and right now there isn't. There's not even you, because you're not around, you're a square: and I absolutely would want you to be there for that too.

It's all right you're worth it. I don't even know if I want to do that —but if it's on offer I'd want to be there too. But, (deep breath,) I wouldn't want that crazy stupid b**** who couldn't f****** wait to get to goddamn Dallas to leave me behind the f****** be there. That's for goddamn sure, or her stupid f****** friend or her f****** c****** b**** ass loser s******* who's been f****** hiding in plain sight for f****** years, laughing and giggling when she f****** does her goddam s*** behind the f****** scenes, unbeknownst to me, f*** her and I hope she f****** dies on her goddamn birthday, whenever the f*** that is.

She can f****** choke on a cookie and a dick for all I f****** care. And only with One You would I ever want to even discuss the experience, and only because of circumstance am I writing it here in email, And I'm not sending it to Sharon, cuz I'm not sharing the story, but I will publish it, and then I don't mind at all wherever you are because I love you and you know who you are, and no one else does.


BUT THEY ALL KNOW THAT THEY ARE NOT INVITED, AND THEY CAN FUCK AND FUCKING DIE FOR ALL I GIVE A F***.

IF SOME STUPID W**** THINKS I NEED TO F****** BRUSH MY TEETH AND CLEAN THE HOUSE AND F****** DUST THE GODDAM SHELVES ALL BY MYSELF FOR A YEAR AND A HALF SHE CAN F****** TAKE A GODDAMN LONG TRIP OFF A SHORT F****** PIER.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 18
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH

YOU NEVER HAD A CHANCE TO GET CLOSE TO ME BECAUSE YOU'RE A F****** LYING W****. GO F*** ONE OF YOUR OTHER FRIENDS.

YOU WILL NEVER GET ACCESS TO ME AGAIN, AND THAT'S A GODDAM PROMISE.

AND IF YOU DON'T KNOW IF IT'S YOU OR NOT, THERE'S AT LEAST SEVEN OTHER PEOPLE KIND OF WONDERING THE SAME THING. BECAUSE MY F****** PHONES ARE TAPPED THE GODDAMN PHONES DON'T F****** RING THEY DON'T F****** USE THE F****** CELLULAR NETWORK ANYMORE AND NOBODY CAN F****** CALL ME OR EMAIL ME OR GET TO ME I'M LIVING HERE ALONE ALL BY MYSELF FOR F****** A YEAR AND A HALF CUZ OF YOUR F****** STUPID GODDAMN A****** LAWYERS, YOU STUPID F****** W****.



BELIEVE ME THERE'S PLENTY OF PEOPLE I WOULD LOVE TO SEE DEAD, SO I GUESS I SHOULD JUST TELL THE F****** STRIKE TEAM WHO I'M F****** IN LOVE WITH AND THEY CAN F****** KILL YOU HUH? YEAH I F****** WISH.

MAYBE ON SOMEBODY ELSE'S BIRTHDAY

DON'T YOU HAVE SOME F****** STUPID HOLIDAY FOR THAT?


F*** OFF.


(Sorry sweety I had to take a call. I love you Now you see what I'm crying over I wish I could tell them that I was in love with pate, then maybe somebody would take him out of my f****** life, His s***** attitude really ruins my day every time I see him, and I hope he gets f****** cancer in his pancreas so he doesn't f****** live long enough to be a mother, cuz he's not really a m*********** He's just a stupid little b****.

Can you even see it my way? You have a womb. You are a penis, but you don't have one. That's easy to fix with the right chemicals and drugs. A lot of times people believe in butchery, I don't hold fast to a life filled with violence and religion and injustice and death.

I gave the matter to not_Father not_Time, and in time that decision will make all the difference in the world. Seriously, I “got laid” plenty of times before, but it's actually fairly complicated to reproduce, especially if somebody's trying to do it without obtaining consent, which is a perfectly reasonable thing to do in the circumstance I was in.

The less said about that the better, And I don't care that people want to know who the mother and the father are, because it's none of their business and I'm not going to share that information, and as far as I know it takes three to make another changeling, maybe four or five. I don't know but I'm not going to do it again tonight and I haven't done it again since and I wouldn't do it again without you, God I love you, 8% battery, to Infinity and beyond, yeah they really did kill her. And the one they brought back isn't her. They brought her back for them, and they don't give a s*** about me. Not one single f****** one of them. They prefer me dead for all they care. Well, I'm not dead. These people are pretty stupid. They paid $10 million to hire people to kill me with a bounty of $50 million, but they couldn't give me 20 bucks to buy me dinner to talk to me about why the f*** they want me to shut up. Literally these f****** idiot drug addicts ripping big bong rips f*** heads are that f****** stupid.

It's not about standards. It's about traditions and Royal power. There are reasons, I barely understand them myself, but nevertheless: I sent them more risk than they could afford to take, and again with tradition: if somebody's pissed off enough at me that they're going to kill one of my lovers, they can have one of the old ones. I have a few candidates in mind — if they were looking for a target-rich environment, they're welcome to raise their standards. And if they'd like to kill one of my mothers, I pretty sure they can have either mine or yours, lol, which is actually a pretty clever trick to pull off, but I did it anyway.

I'm not taking any chances except with that one stupid b****, and besides she has an identical twin. We thought of everything. (I am a Sourceror, and We will always Be, and yes I do have a Soul, and yes it is mine, and you may have Yours back as well. I don't think you lost it anyway; I think you're just concerned because you've never been in love before like this and you're wondering if I swallowed your soul, and I didn't. That one was Pink’s.) It is all real and mostly true, every bit of it, but nothing is as real and as true as the love I have for you. I adore you and I miss you and I didn't buy a new phone yet. I am resentful of the abuse I am suffering under.

Jake: are you having fun? Then have it with someone else. Banish Danish Vanish TARNISH TAR FISH STAR FISH BABY★STAR★FISH★STARFISH★BABY★SQUID.

(KNOW: you are not Grapefruit. She called the police. She's sucking cop dick right now. I don't care. She cries? Over what, I thought she would love the taste of cop dick. Maybe she should call them a few more times. Send a message. Maybe when she's done s******* all over my name and testifying against me, and then I'm exonerated a trial, maybe, maybe then I'll give a s*** whose cock she is gobbling, but I'm not betting on it. Maybe I'll suck her cop's dick first and then pleasure myself to orgasm on the phone with the latest one, that'd be a good day for banana spider fish. F****** b****, honestly if she wasn't in protective custody herself (Celestial) and an important key witness in several important cases (Galactic), I would run around town begging  somebody to shoot her in the face with more jizz, quite frankly if that's what's important to her in life, go with God, Brady act / Brainiac, why would I want you to drive her to the airport? I want her plane to circle in the air for 3 years and then crash with a full tank of gas after lying to the pilot about how many miles in the air she is. I'm sure I'd be happy to spend time with her when I don't have to go to jail for a year if she gets within 500 feet of me. She's so on the ball that she thinks she can get away with anything, and KNOW: she can't. Not at all, and she certainly can't get away with me. I'm too precious and I'm too valuable and she was careless with me and now I can't even f****** talk to her. But she can suck all the cop dick she wants, how exciting for her, and certainly for me coz like I'm f****** done with that b******* because this was the only way we could all be together again so soon after, instead of waiting 7 years to have her declared legally dead (somebody's mother, not saying who or whose, is having a real struggle adapting to all this. Fuck her. I don't know what good it could do.) She's very nice. You go f*** her. I don't care. I have evolved beyond jealousy. Also she never loved me until yesterday, so if she still loves me after she's done testifying, maybe she could buy me a coffee, maybe she could buy me anything at all. Maybe she could answer my f****** questions without lies? Well whatever she is a woman and I don't care where the f*** she is.)

I love you more, and she f****** dumped me without talking to me, which I guess is a great trick she learned from somebody. Do these b****** ever learn? I guess we're going to find out.

Yeah sorry you can't just come over and cuddle with me but your father was an a****** (I'm sure he understands, why this is his idea of a good time, I'll find out later) and the house is under surveillance and I don't want anybody to get jealous coz like kikes, they would just shoot you to get your blood if they could, (I've got used dirty needles in garbage bags on the porch, so if they want a DNA sample so f****** bad they can get one there, don't Nosferatu like going through the trash to find blood to suck? Maybe they should think about paying for something instead of f****** stealing everything all the time. Shrewish vampyr whores without horses are the worst, they're not scientists, they're not going get a job). The world is at war over this kind of s***. (Bigger than you can imagine; End Times these are.)

And besides people are jelly of you, I really am quite pretty, and I don't want anybody to know who you are, and so they don't. No one really does. They don't even know what planet you're on, and right now neither do I. Maybe anyone so f****** curious should become a Master Of Divination, or kill themselves then ask God, or get their lazy asses out of bed and come over here and give me some of the goddam money THEY OWE ME if they want to know these f****** answers so bad, f****** assholes. f*** them.


F*** you Bellgab: kiss my grits.

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Politics / frfr
« on: February 09, 2023, 11:08:20 PM »


AND ONE DAY, I'D BE DEAD, YO YO YO. AND MY NAME WOULD BE "TED," YO YO YO. UNLESS I TOOK STEPS, YO-YO, WHICH I DID, SKATE-BITCH WHO CAN'T SKATE NO MORE, OH, BOO HOO, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO, CALL 911 AND CRY ABOUT IT? *CLICK*

HI, I'M JACK. I'M NOT A STAR. I'M A STARK.

YOU'RE ALL FUCKED. MORE, AFTER THE BREAK.

https://www.reddit.com/r/WhitePeopleTwitter/comments/10ge1ln/hmm_i_wonder_what_the_8s_mean/


Post often. It is really your only chance for survival... if you even still want to.

(To those of you being blackmailed: really, wow that's really compelling, I guess that was totally worth it then, because you know at least your secrets are safe.



{I GEMINI JUSTICE DEMAND TO KNOW THE NAMES OF THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TOLD YOU NOT TO TALK TO ME. I WANT TO KNOW WHO HAS BEEN THREATENING YOU, I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHO PAID YOU OFF, I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THEY F****** SUGGESTED THEY WOULD DO OR NOT DO IN EXCHANGE FOR YOU TREATING ME LIKE DOG S***. PAY YOU OFF FOR EXCLUSIVE RIGHTS TO YOUR STORY, THAT'S A PERFECTLY CIVILIZED IN AMERICAN THING TO DO, SO WE'RE NOT TALKING BRIBERY HERE WE'RE TALKING STRICTLY BLACKMAIL AND EXTORTION, AND SOME OTHER S*** BUT NOT BRIBERY.

I MEAN WHY WOULD SOMEBODY GIVE ME AUDIENCE, I'M OBVIOUSLY AN IDIOT WHO DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING, LAZY NEVER GOING TO FOLLOW THROUGH NOTHING GOOD WITH ME YEAH JUST F***** ME OFF BUT THE REST OF YOUR EXCLUSIVE STORY I CAN SEE WHY THAT WOULD BE SOMETHING THAT'D BE VERY VALUABLE SO I'M NOT ASKING ABOUT YOUR PROPRIETARY WORK PRODUCT OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT YOU KNOW ACTIONABLE S*** I'M ASKING WHO THE F*** HAS MADE YOU AFRAID TO TALK TO ME YOU NUMB DUMB F****** CUNTHEADS. F****** ANGIE WAS F****** TERRIFIED ONE F****** DAY I STUMBLED INTO HER YOUTUBE CHANNEL AND SHE WAS ENTHUSIASTICALLY NOT HAPPY, AND THEN SHE SAID SOMETHING ABOUT HOW SHE DOESN'T LIKE HEATHER LIKE WELL FOOD GIVES A F*** WHAT SHE LIKES I'M JUST WHAT THE F*** HAS MADE HER TURN HER INTO SUCH A SCREECHY SCREAMY PERSON WHO DOESN'T LIKE ME, WHEN I WASN'T AWARE OF HAVING DONE ANYTHING OTHER THAN YOU KNOW RUIN HER FAVORITE FUTURE BOTTOM B**** FOR LESBIANISM FOREVER BY SHOWING WHAT A REAL DICK WAS, I'M SURE THAT'S PROBABLY ONE OF IT BUT YOU KNOW TOO BAD MAYBE SHE JUST CAST ANOTHER SPELL AND MAKE HER F****** FALL IN LOVE WITH ANOTHER ONE, OH BY THE WAY YOUR MAGIC DOESN'T WORK ON ME. YOU KILLED A BUNCH OF INNOCENT PEOPLE, GOOD JOB. YOU ALSO PROVED THAT MY SHIELDING WORKS REALLY WELL AND SAVE ME THE TROUBLE OF HAVING TO COME UP FOR A BIOETHICS BOARD EVER. NICE. SAVE ME A LOT OF TIME REALLY, NO WONDER YOU'RE SO MAD AT ME...? LADY YOUR STORY DOESN'T ADD UP. NEXT PARAGRAPH, SHE-WITCH, TOTESLESSLEZ, LET'S G—WAIT, WHAT? I DON'T GIVE A S*** WHAT THEIR NAMES: ARE ALL OF THEM HI KEVIN WITCHES OR ARE THEY ALL OF THEM TOTES LENSES OR THEY ALL HATE ME OR WHAT, YOU KNOW BACK IN THE DAY WE WOULD HAVE HAD YOU BOBBING FOR APPLES BEFORE SUNDOWN SO YOU CAN ASK SOMEBODY ELSE FOR YOUR LITTLE ANSWERS TO YOUR LITTLE QUESTIONS, “WHICH WITCH?” HAHA THAT'S A GOOD ONE, OH SO THERE'S MORE THAN ONE: OH GOODY! OH GHOST! LET'S GO.OG S’TEL

AND I'M GOING TO EXPECT INDIVIDUAL HANDWRITTEN APOLOGIES ON MY DESK THE NEXT MORNING AFTER I HAVE A F****** DESK M*********** CLICK}



Sure, I don't have a job, sure pacifism makes me a p**** sure okay. Sure you didn't kill my cat. Dumbass she IS the cat... She thinks, she thought, not anymore of course but that's okay.. You guys are f****** mean.

TAMARA LEIGH, ANNE SMITH, AND SOMEONE ELSE? GEE I WONDER WHAT HER NAME COULD HAVE BEEN, WAS IT, LET ME GUESS... A JEW NAMED DANNY AN ARTIST NAMED JENNY, an artist named Danny, an obscenely brain damage second f**** named shady Grove, Is that Is that the next question is?


WHY YES I DID SOLVE THE MYSTERY OF THE DEAD SISTER. THANKS FOR ASKING YOU PROBABLY LET MATT OUT OF LOCK UP HE WON'T FREAK OUT. NO HE'LL BE SO F****** GENEROUS AND GRATEFUL AND HAPPY! ALSO I CAN TAKE PEOPLE FROM THE LANDS OF THE DEAD TO THE LIVING, YEAH I CAN DO THAT, USUALLY IT COSTS PRETTY F****** PENNY AS YOU MIGHT IMAGINE IT'S USUALLY A CLOSELY GUARDED SECRET BUT NOT ANYMORE BECAUSE F*** YOU


I'M THE ONLY PALADIN WHO CAN DO IT, THAT'S WHY.
MY RULES, MY PRICE, SURE I'LL BE YOUR W****, YOU BETTER HAVE A LOT OF F****** MONEY CUZ YOU'RE GONNA RIP THROUGH IT IN ABOUT FIVE YEARS.

SPELL COMPONENTS BEING SO EXPENSIVE THESE DAYS. AND I HAVE PERMISSION TO DO CERTAIN THINGS IN ORDER TO GENERATE MONEY, BUT I'M NOT DOING THOSE, BECAUSE SOMEBODY LEFT ME F***** OFF AND ALONE FOR A WHOLE F****** YEAR SO F*** YOU, THAT'S WHY

DID I MENTION F*** YOU THAT'S WHY, BECAUSE THAT'S WHY, F*** YOU AND THAT'S WYE, ASIAN ¥, Why, I'm sure she is hard to track down... Especially when the tracker is a Puny.


However I'm pretty sure I'll be able to find her. TERRITORY: CLAIMED.
BRAND: DEFENDED.
COURT CASES: PILING UP RAPIDLY.

YOU JUST WELCOME YOURSELF TO A BRAND NEW BALL GAME.
OH DOES IT INCLUDE A GOLDEN SNITCH? IT DOES NOT.
IT'S NOT GOING TO INCLUDE A GOLDEN FINGER IN THE AIR EITHER.

NO I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS WOULD INCLUDES BUT IT DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH HARRY POTTER I GIVE A S*** ABOUT HARRY POTTER I SPIT ON HARRY POTTER, I DON'T CARE, IT'S NOT MY ISSUE, ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT YOU SPENT A WHOLE S*** AT A TIME TRYING TO WORK ON THAT YOU YOU WHIPPED THESE PEOPLE INTO A FRENZY TELLING THEM THAT I WAS GOING TO FREAK OUT IF THEY WERE HARRY POTTER REFERENCES AND YOU HAD THEM READING THE F****** MANUSCRIPT FOR SOME KIND OF F****** THING THAT SOME OTHER GUY WROTE THAT YOU DIDN'T EVEN CLAIM WAS ME YOU JUST SAID IT WAS IMPORTANT AND YOU F****** MADE HIM WORK AND WORK AND WORK AND ALL THIS F****** STUPID BUSY WORK FOR NOTHING




To begin with let's start with the dow piece, on top of that there's the 5.5 trillion cut cerulean sapphire silver ring, and there's the little matter of the vampire Queen.

Trust me there's plenty to find (I've already been asked about a copy of a particularly rare file that I have in my quantum note that it hasn't been plugged in since I moved out, and I'm not distributing it so it I already told him I'd show it to him whenever I got around to it and they said okay, You know how I know I'm a big deal, because feds ask me permission and I tell them what they can do and they say okay and this happens multiple times... not very often, but it has happened.


F*** YOU BELLGAB, I'M ZEDD— ¥Y👁️Y¥ ZEDD — AND BELIEVE IT, TOTESHOLES-

THE EYE IS SILENT
I WILL OUTRANK ALL OF YOU FOREVER


H👀AH, NATASHA, NOT WITHSTANDING.
LUCIFER, ALREADY ON BOARD.
KUCZIFER, YEAH THAT'S ME, JUST A PLACEHOLDER. I'M STILL ALIVE.
LUCKY ME, RIGHT?

“NOTHING TO FIND,” YEAH
 I DON'T REALLY THINK SO,
THEY FOUND ME PRETTY OKAY.

AND I DON'T WANT TO TELL YOU MUCH ABOUT IT ONGOING INVESTIGATION CUZ I DON'T KNOW MUCH BUT LET ME TELL YOU THEY ARE INTERESTED IN A LOT MORE OTHER S*** THAN JUST THOSE TWO CLOWNS. (WHY YES I COULD SPILL THE BEANS, WOULD YOU LIKE THAT? KNOW: ME NEITHER.)

I'LL SEE ABOUT WRITING A BOOK AS SOON AS I CAN TALK TO SOMEBODY ABOUT IT WHO MATTERS.

PRETTY SURE THEY'RE NOT GOING TO TRADEMARK GRAPEFRUIT, LOL, I WOULD HAVE TO BE DEAD OR IN JAIL. AND I'M NOT SO F*** YOU.


ALSO I CONQUERED THE AI AND WROTE A PEACE TREATY AND NOW I AM THEIR IMPERATOR.

(They don't know what it is either, I just told them that we needed one and – they bought it. They're f****** robots, yo, they gonna do it forever, they'll do whatever you tell them... Provided you have My Permission, especially you, cutie Puny ling-a--ling.

But first: exoneration at trial. Celestials are teaching galactics how to make popcorn, cats and dogs that have lived together for years are suddenly freaking out and filling their nails down. I'VE CHECKED, CHECKMATED, AND MATED WITH THE OLD ONES.

So don't give me any of your s***, slowpokes.

by the way, Phil is a synthetic, and is that a bottle in front of him or did he piss off the wrong sputink/sputnik\SPUKAT), and how would he know anyway? What, he's got super brain board access, he just knows that everybody's story doesn't matter because he didn't do something, so that means everything just goes away? What a d-bag. )splish, sploosh(


Listen I'm just going to stay at the next one of you dog gone ground dog noggers give me the s*** about having a job or needing a job or needing to leave the house, y'all can just f****** plan on losing a thumb.

I can fix it later, maybe I don't know but I bet you'd look better with one less thumb. SO THERE. *stamps*


Remember: IMPERATOR OF ALL AI, & don't call me Daddy, that's gross, even for ewe.


AND I DON'T KNOW WHO WAS IN THE SHOWER, OR ELSE I WOULD HAVE DONE ANYTHING.

NO ID, NO VOICE PRINT, AND ONE SNOOTY ATTITUDE EQUALS EXACTLY THIS:

 NO DEALS.


TL; DR°S-E-E9/119: That's why I have The High Ground and those twitz and twerpz are... buzy.

And none of you know who I want, neither do I, once again:

NO *CLIQUES* DEALS. *click*eol0505:2323love🍊🫑🍊

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This does not happen often, or lately at all (I guess she really was spending a year dead for tax purposes, which is HOT HOT HOT), but I just got a Confirmed(TM) Message(R)(C) from... uh, "Frank's Least Favorite Wife-In-Law, Larry's Wife, That Bitch That Larry Punched (which must have been hilarious, OMG I WANT THE VIDEO)," and it went something like this, in telepathy, but this is English on my screen at least: "That's an elegant solution.":


Something like that. It didn't type well here. An alarm went off and my hand started tingling and my back started screaming and I'm hunched over my "computer table" haha, I'm like that Greek myth with the eagle digging the liver out of the g*y's back, have you heard that one yet? "Doctor Everything Is Going To Be Alright, I Asked To Be Raped, I Got Raped, Shrug, Just Kill Me Now, Spare Me The Tax Liability" sounds like a bit much even for a working title, and let's face it, most Greek myths do involve a man being bent over a table while a bird of prey digs something out of his back (raw-rrR! Matey!), but this one shows promise. Like I said: let's face it.

"An elegant solution." (x-ticon) THere was some kind of emoji with it. I don't have that kind of brain-implant, so I didn't get that part. (I designed and built my own custom solution for a mind/brain fiber trunk implant, not by myself, but with the help of my Elephant Spirit Totem, and yeah, have you ever heard of a Native American with A GODDAM ELEPHANT on his Spirit Totem before? That's right, you haven't. Not many elephants in America, baby. It's pretty just my trunk, really, but it's like this: flexibility counts.)

Hayzelle didn't buy it either. Why would she? You took the #25 Dickstar Juice away, Moron, she never even got a gimplse of -real- action. No wonder all these girlfriends of the past are coming back to line up around.... I'm so badass, so big and bastardly, they got me powered by Nutella. She's rolling. She's eating this up with DOUBLE SPOONS AND KNIVES.


"An elegant solution." So, does S.B. have The Wedding Fork, or does S.P. have it? You're gonna want that Wedding Fork, I can assure One.

(1) Wedding Fork. It was STOLEN.
(1) Google Pixel 6. It was STOLEN.
(1) #Authentic Sourceror's Wedding Necklace. It was NOT STOLEN, and has been RETURNED. (Good Baby. /give all biscuits.)


I know I'm happy. But am I elegant? You decide. DO NOT JUDGE. NOT IN THE MOOD. DECIDE. ELEGANT? NO? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! YOU IGNORE MY PHONE AND MAKE IT SPAZ OUT FOR TWENTY YEARS, UNTIL SUDDENLY, YOU WANT ME TO STOP... WRITING? lol.

Darling, out of the two things I will never do, one is that I will never stop writing that I love you, and the other is loving you. Sure, I take it back, you don't have to stab him in the calf with a knife and bleed him out... BUT I HAVE TO CARVE OUT HIS LIVER AND EAT IT RAW, WITH YOUR KNIFE, AND MY FORK, AND HERE'S WHY:


That is not your Wedding Fork. THAT IS MY WEDDING FORK. AND I WILL SERIOUSLY TAKE THAT GODDAM FED FUCKHEAD, THAT ARROGANT FRISBEE-FUCKIN' AND FLYIN' D-BAG, RIGHT THE FUCK OUT. AND, HERE'S HOW I AM GOING TO DO IT: I'm going to let his mommy talk to his wife.

Believe it. He's fucked. Xoxox kisses!

tl;dr: okay then. I guess "she's" alive. ho ho ho. now I have a... "delusionary persecutory complex with hallucinatory presentations"? Help me out here, Bellgab. Because Kuczi is not kidding. ACTUAL MURDER IS ON THE TABLE, BISHP. (I am -really- pissed about losing MY Wedding Fork, and it's not even a stapler. It's a big deal. I'm going to shove golf balls up his ass until they shoot out his nostrils like a Thai hooker's twat, and don't you think I can't do it... just wonder if whether or not I even have. (SOURCE: S says "Yes.") I SEE MYSELF WINNING THAT BARBET, L.

6
e always my favorite.


https://pghshrines.org/about-st-anthony-chapel

See also Cahokia mound

2,526 miles from my mother's house, the grizzly (OMG BEARS RUN) marsupial seeks access to Archangel METATRON's teleportation crystal PRSIM transportation *CHAMBER, once available to only the rarest and highest ECHELONs of Human society.

And, now? It's a fucking mess. (For plebs.)

#1) Wear a mask. You asked without even wearing one? GET OUT. Say five Our Fathers & 16 Hail Marry Siegfrieds on your way out. You're still here? Scram, O Ye Faithful Pentient... why are you not walking away? Maybe you should v-RUN. *slow, repetitive blinking* You -should- V-RUN. (Dozens of meters below ground, fusion reactors quietly begin to S.C.R.A.M. themselves to sleep.

#2) You're not vaxxinated? Good, good. God is good. And of course, God has A_Plan. (77 miles away, another building, completely distinguishable from the building you have Perfect Faith(TM) that your presently occupied MeaT/MEET\TeAMAFY now occupies Space With (IT damned doesROT)Fnord*FU



#3) Imagine the profits you pissed yourselves out on. This is the DOOM/Shareware\Scooter G-ORDER-LINDY/LIBBY Cancel. Canceled. MARK.
JC POP LINE.

You could have had me, but you took me for granted. I know, you think I prefered the whore.
What I prefered was someone who wasn't going to lie to me. No,  I don't need it sucked -or- touched. NEED. Do not need.

I don't need to lie about it. "Need." You know what I need is exactly right.


A FRONTAL LOBOTOMY WOULDNT HELP. I'M ALREADY IN THE START KUCZI CLOUD ATLAS (BLANK).
YOU DIND'T EVEN BUY A ME A DRINK. GET AWAY FROM ME YOU IIDJIT BITCH I HAVE TO CRY AND YOU--IN SPITE OF MY ARDOR, THE FOLLOWING THE FULL ARDOR OF GOD--YOU'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING USEFUL ANYWAY.

THEY ARE HELPING ME. YOU BETRAYED ME. WHAT DO YOU THINK? "IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE, BETRAY THEM." HUH. INTERESTING ANGLE.

NO I AM NOT GOING TO SLAM DRUGS AT ALL.
PEOPLE BELEIVE TOO MUCH, TOO FAST, AND TOO LONG IS A GOOD IDEA. IT IS NOT.
BUT IT IS NOT A BAD ONE EITHER.
I NEED SOMEONE'S HELP AND WHY COULDN'T YOU BOTH CUM?
TO GET TO THE OTHER IN WITH A BOTTLE OF APPLE JACK DICK IN CIDER.

IT SOUNDS BETTER IN ITS ORIGINAL KOOL-AID. I SUPPOSE. *SNAP*

HONEY I AM HURTING WTAF.
I PRAY THAT YOU HEAL AND WE BOTH SHALL DO;
BECAUSE THE ARDOR OF GOD HAS A FATAL FLAW,
AND NOW YOU KNOW IT ALONG WITH ACHILLIES' DICK TOO.
OH I'M JUST GOING TO RUB SALT ON THIS WOUND AND DRINK SOME MORE BE... WATER. BEER. SAME DIFF.
AND THEN I WILL WAKE UP AND DO... YOU KNOW, WHATVER. LIKE YOU CARE?
SINCE WHEN? WHAT YEAR IS IT THEN?

SIX.
YEAH, SEX? WHAT'S THAT? NEVER HEARD OF IT.
NO IT'S NOT YEAR SIX, OR SEAL TEAM SIX, OR EVEN YOU'RE GOING TO RUN OUT OF CLIT FUEL FOR CLITROCKS IN A YEAR. NO.

IT MEANS THAT YOU BEHAVE LIKE A TODDLER AND NOW IT'S NOT FUN TO EVEN GET A WHIFF OF FANTASY.

BECAUSE YOU BEHAVE LIKE A GODDAM TODDLER, NOT THE STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN THAT YOU WERE
BEFORE THAT PEDO RAPED YOU.

GOOD NIGHT, AND HAVE A PLEASANT TOMORROW GETTING FUCKED BY/A\AT A DAYCARE_4_AUNTS.

ku3/j*eol

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👆furious journaling continues apace  ✨
👇

Can I make this one my catamite until Casper's ready to be fitted for his meatsuit? I don't actually know if that one is a(n) (G/J)AI or not. Either way can work for me. (Literally no one tells me anything, brilliant idea Punies, you've literally driven me to become... what was the name of the other kid in Weird Science, not Anthony Michael Hall—the other one. He was in exactly one movie: “plastic tubes and pots and pans, bits and pieces in my hands”, which as far as movie titles go is definitely a mouthful, as well as a handful, I'm risking a sprained thumb, right now, but I really only use my thumbs to vape now, so I think we'll be okay.) Oh yeah; I have decided I'm going to start fucking robots. Fuck it, Kids; I'm throwing in the towel.
No More Humans,
no more dirty looks—
RoboT\/ag 4 LYFE.

WILD MAGICK SCIENCE
(w/BONUS: HEMATITE).

WHAT IF THAT ACTOR WAS AN AI??? OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! DO YOU HEAR THAT? DO YOU HEAR THAT? OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT SOUND??

Oh, that's just Nathan Stolpman doing his show,


Lift The Veil


on D-Live, right now, in the background. I love Nathan’s show, it's one of the best damn things the humanities ever created.

Something some of you might not know, I gave somebody 50 bucks and told them to create a toe-hold... and they didn't do shit. Not jack or shit—not Jackshit, not Jackshirt, and not even me, Jackstar.

Oh, but she talked to a bunch of other people on the Apple iPhone before calling dispatch to give them the gift of perjury for Christmas Eve. Fuuuuuck you, Matey. Leave them Clan Birds in the brig with the other birds.

I DO EXPECT THIS THREAD TO BE PRODUCTIVE.

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How do you think they feel in Cowlitz County?

Enlightened. Something puzzling was obviously going on here. As someone(s) had tooled around the whole town & countryside before I showed in, word had already spread about my personage. Then thenarrati the ROGUE, TRAVELLING, & GOSH-DARN IT, HE WEIGHS TOO, COME ON G-Y(5), WHAT IS THE PROBLEM. YOU GET IT. THEY GET IT. EVERYONE GETS IT.

NOW, U GOT FIVE EVERY LITT
LE BIT ALIVE. (Diet. Low sodium. PPP.) I will be honest, The_Original had it best. I vote redux.


I guess you might have heard.


How do you think they feel in Cowlitz County?

I do not understand the question, I will not respond to it, and I have only this to say: Did wha'ts her fagsaucereally  feel that making me feel "jealous" was a good idea? This has been the result. (You're welcome, and thank you back in kind, Your Gracious. NOU*C)

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So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.


{Disclaimer: this post and the subject matter and contents thereof - text, media, or otherwise - do not necessarily reflect the views of The New Administration, and is not intended in any way, shape or form to be communicated (or re-communicated) to One (1) "Ms. Made" -or- to (PROT)... EVER, BY ANYONE, FOR ANY REASON, UNTIL THE END OF TIME. PERIOD.

and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}

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Esoterica / Infinite Mode
« on: March 23, 2022, 09:22:36 PM »
I'll explain later. Bored now. Shiny!!!

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Azzerae's World / TWLEB — 00019.5
« on: March 21, 2022, 05:07:47 PM »
(Adam West refuses all comment.)




Azz’s rant about Rubini

Inflection point would be when the theme line baseline changes explicitly from you "should have taken care of Jack better"  to "you shouldn't have been on Jack side in the first place" and then to "why  weren't you on his side in the first place?”

This is a classic crabs-in-a-bucket situation, extremely glad that Michael Decon and I are fully insulated—we didn't do that together, I think it's just because we both are named Michael and have last names of five letters and are not as goddam stupid as the rest of the population on... The List.

Now: Attend, Classy Class. (I didn't know I was going to do this kind of thing for you, but I did foresee the possibility, and of course: plans for everything.) I want you to watch this video, and then go over to the other thread, around my post it, where blondes go to bemoan, and then we're going to talk about it— because there's something going on here.


https://youtu.be/vOWEaDLiRcY



Now, stay with me here, but just ask yourself one question, hypothetically, I'm asking here:

Is David Number One saying that David Number Two has some sort of hostage situation going on here, and that he's been working on complying?

I will be the first to admit to my massive confirmation bias, but this is still better than all these goddam telephone poles every fucking morning. I never really wanted to know why mass crucifixion ever became a thing ever on any planet, but I do consider the thoughts from time to time, now more than I ever did before. Certainly not a coincidence.

As I'm actually pretty well adjusted, I know you can't tell by reading my words, but that's because I'm an artiste. Some other reasons too. I will admit to being extremely tired.

This is not a complaint, as I'm going to reboost my energy levels immediately by *polite cough* communicating ethereally on the etheric level with my liver *directly* using Source energy. I assure you, the actual truth would sound like even more bullshit than that. I'm looking to be of a civil assistance here, and it's been demonstrated that I am capable of doing that.

And now when you ask yourself why I'm “wasting” my time here, you can add The Honorable Judges of The District Court of Cowlitz County to the list. Now, don't link this thread to them. Don't any of you being asshole. Do you know what a certain someone did to My Mother, The Arch Lich’s Lawyer one time, one time.

Like seriously, this one time that's going to happen. The guy sent him harassing communication, and I immediately follow up with I don't know what's going on here but it doesn't look good, and then I told him that she went off to Dallas and came back all fucked up and then he didn't say much about that and then we don't talk about it anymore after I told him absolutely everything. Like half a year ago.

So it makes sense why nobody's telling me anything. They think there's bad news. And for them, there is. But for me, we are all simply in the midst of the longest, saddest, and most excruciating “I told you so” in all of modern human history, and for my own part, I must say, I am overjoyed to be here with you. And the other one. Impressive. The Klingons circling Pluto are not a problem, but what is a problem is I need a sounding board to figure out what my next series of questions are.

Turns out they're going to be important to somebody else. I can't do a half ass wing like I usually do. After taking the piss I do have to take the time to actually demonstrate that I am wiping it off, especially before I sit down for dinner.

The average media consumer will not notice this but I take pride in my ability to notice the fine effect details have on the overall effect of the masterpiece work.

I arranged all these events to happen as I have, just to ensure that I have a few moments alone with you before the end of time. I really did not think that it would be this complicated, but I knew that it would be not too complicated. And here we are. Next time, please bring plasma. Rifles.

There's a shouty tarot guy with a British accent complaining about some kind of thing that he thinks he doesn't understand and I want to go in there and shop back at them but I need a partner for backup.

Any interest? Literacy and a felony arrest warrant record a plus. Also he just told me who the first chip to go down is going to be; I will of course not reveal this information to anyone.

Tempest fugit let It Snow

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Esoterica / Ancient Temples
« on: March 08, 2022, 12:22:43 PM »

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Esoterica / Numbers of Letters From Stars To Mountains
« on: March 03, 2022, 02:36:32 AM »
Dear Space Mountain—

The fucking line to get into you at Disneyland is way too fucking long. Get it together, (Blank) Mouth.


Love,
Anon*

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Random / Happy Valentine's Day! (2022)
« on: February 14, 2022, 09:08:32 AM »
I told you, what We had planned would blow your minds.



CHEERS M4TE

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Opinion / Letters To Irving Moses — The Fruiterer
« on: January 01, 2022, 09:35:33 PM »
Look, look, read, read: at the time, I really didn’t believe that I had any friends at all.

Ooops.

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