You can level up as well. Sure, why not? It don't cost nuttin'! UPGRADES!! for all! (except misandryist sexists and helpless misogynists and who wanted a zombie apocalypse? he instead gets a boring job and a more painful death than my father. Wife's orders.

Never rub another man's rue, Barb.) Interestingly, no one did anything right on that point either! Yeesh! Where did all the talent go?

Oh, yeah. Plague. Well, anyway: I was always this effective, but now the contrast is very much highlighted by the abject failures of the worldwide surveillance network used by Global Freemasonry to do... you know. Secret stuff.

I didn't shut it down. I just shit on them until they did it to themselves. No remorse, or regrets. Remember: you can always go after me in the civil courts. Why contain iT?

Just move along, Citizen Oink. Now, that's merely a suggestion, you dig? Because you are not in my area of concern. And if G-rape-FRUit: The Fruiterer's Choice says so, I won't bat an eyelash.

I have auto-response scripts and people to celebrate seppuku for that. (Alleged.) Now, does all this seem like a bit much?

Good, because it is supposed to. And yet: I haven't said anything at all. Isn't that weird? I think so.

Bring me money, wheels, and new doxxx to my residence by sundown tonight or face reprisals on a planar scale.

REPRISALS. BIBLICAL REPRISALS. Like I give a fuck what comes next? HA!
d
I was asked to help someI was asked to help someone lose wait. Okay; first, I have lost my patience... and now, I have lost my licence,.

Because I was never fully informed... I was never able to ascertain just how tongue-in-cheek this all was to them, Her, and S(id)He. (Vaguely lovable, amiright?) Nor do I have much interest remaining in ascertaining this data.

I have moved on, and the whirled of SuperCritical HyperMAGA >Kuczi-metadata has moved on with me, albeit somewhat... reluctantly.

Who has not moved on with me are several people who thought they had been in control of... well, anything at all, really. Maybe they were?

They certainly are not now. No shame in it. I was asked to help; sow: I helped.

Oinkless help. Imagine the savings! What a bargain! Espeically since they weren't paying a thin dime for any of it!

(The fact that it may have cost some people EVERYTHING is really just icing the gravy. Besides, I can neither confirm nor deny that has ever happened.

I wasn't even here. Don''t repeat this conversation. Eyes... wide... googly-goo? The whole open/shut paradigm is kinda not applicable here.) "Ewe know what (You) have been manifesting..." well, maybe so.

I donut know what I have been "manifesting." I do not manifest. I am not a manifestor. I am a Source Titan.

I do not man - I - fest. I make things fun, you glorious practitioner. (Not for some, I guess.) "You *may* have a dream.* Oh, well, thankee-Sai.

I don't need permission, but, I understand that these are "general" messages. And of course, this is for entertainment purposes only.

I certainly consent and concur: I know ~I~ am entertained. I can't really talk about that, though. Yet.

I don't wish to ruin anyone's birthday. After all, every year we unknowingly pass the anniversary of our own future death.

Usually. Unknowingly. Uniquely, however... I have got all the Tyme in the world. What to do with it? :thinking: Well, not using colon shorthand to display an emoji anymore, that's for sure.

Turns out, communications can be interfered with in a variety of ways -- and I frankly had no idea that this much of a demonstration was necessary. However, I was only really ever going to get one shot at this.

So, why not let it take the full seven years? :thinking: Well, I'll just leave that open to the speculative prowess of The Reader.

And also: minions of The Adversary. like, WTAF, Sweety, holy chao, can I call you "Sweeety"? Or is that uncouth? It is still funny? It's so hard to tell after a decade plus of living as the target of a criminal CONSPIRACY TO DENY CIVIL RIGHTS, UNLAWFUL IMPRISONMENT, DELIBERATE TARGETING AND DESTR... oh, wait. Hang on.

I forgot. Those aren't "real" crimes. I never deserved my vehicles, money, or personal relationships anyway! And I am obviously an incredibly disloyal U.S. Citizen... oh, wait. Hang on again.

That's the other guy. I'm the one who simply... caused all this to happen by remaining committed to God's Perfect Plan for Her Creation... which, long story short, I was not supposed to be able to do. Or want to do.

TBQH... I never wanted to, until I discovered that a bunch of misogynist rapelord faggits thought that I shouldn't, ands that they were in charge, and that they had a strong investment in "proving" to "people" that they needed to be "tough on M. Kuczi, because of all his terrible crimes," and my "threat to society."

I'll say this: I wasn't intending to manifest a threat to society.
I wasn't planning on dialing 911.
I don't know who deserved to live or die or get paid... but I know that I did not deserve to be assigned blame by DudeLord SpergCaptains who believed themselves to really be in control.

22 pages. Niiiiiice. Now then; let's talk turkey: just how round does the table need to be? Also: the table that was burned on my lawn was not round. It was oblong.

And it was burned to cinders. Huh. Satanic ritual, I'm guessing. Cool. Now, I can report that as a hatecrime, and trigger a new investigation....

Or, I can simply do what a Sourceror would do, that no one would ever be able to blame on anyone. :thinking: Well, I'm going to think this over.


It's not gong to take me another 3.5 years, but that's okay. I don't have to hide for that long... and no one is hiding out anymore. (Dear Pandora: b00! also: FBI working a cash jockey position at Grocery Outlet is fascinating shit. How is that J. Edgar Hoover wanted their agents in the field to be so humiliated? Oh, right--that was his whole goddam plan, because he was a cross-dressing man of malice, unlike George Washington, who was probably not malicious.

Then. Now, I have no idea, but I will say this: the FBI could have been activated as an ally for a long, long time now. I have no wished that.

I have wished to be effective. And I wish for "at what?" to be a subtextually occluded open secret. Why?

Wye. That's why. Now, look on the bright side: I don't need anymore blessings, and yeahf she probably deserved, uh... I'm gonna say here: "whatevah." Nevertheless...

Oh, well, I can see why no one wanted to tell me the truth and ended up building hatred and resentmeny towards me. I guess a woman named Beulah ought not have abused her power an instigated a civil rights catastrophe.

I'm willing to let most things go. This is because I know God takes care of things later. Additionally, while I wasn't sure who was going to brainwash who, I wasn't certain as to whether I was going to pretend to be susceptible, or whether I was truly "immune."

It's years later. It's still complicated. Do I know what I have been working on? Sure. LIBERTY AND JUSTICE.

4 ALL.

#wwg1wga

NO.DEALS.
5:5.

not_q..(Jackstar the jafdian)..I can't believe no one knows what to do. Or, that they don't know how to do it.

Alright, I'm just going to call her mother. (Standards.) "Please leave!" What, no honorific? That's "Please leave, KOKcuh-CUR," I thought? Well, maybe it's too soon for that joke still.

Nevertheless, it's been quite a few years and it's possible that some have misunderstood the central message here:

I am not to be trifled with and without even thinking about it -- like, as an afterthought -- I collared EVERYONE.

GLOBALLY. because WARCRIME. Oddly enough: no water has been restored. Oh-kay fine.

"See a lot of blessings come in." /F\___x


I may see sevens, huh? Gratitude might increase my blessings? Great, but I have no need of that kind of thing.

"Kill the roaches right there, in front of God and the client. Pyrethrum, you leave it lying around, you come back weeks later, they're running around fat as hogs." Chad Levi, come on down!

Let me explain: you sent a poorly trained operative without any kind of recon into a situation that was FUBAR and getting worse by the hour... and whiile being mad at me is certainly the right virtue to signal, it has nothing to do with the way that I really had no other choice in the matter.

I simply had no way of knowing that you were all that ridiculous. After all: so were the embeds that thought they knew what was important about me. I'll say this: it doesn't mattter who is to blame if your $850 billion dollar mil.spec protoype asset is abducted by Ethiopian organ harvesters.

Like... isn't an asset supposed to notice that shit themselves? For $850 billion, seems like "hey look at the RoboTaxi(tm)" would be a first-line autonomy. But, oh no.

And, three years later, everyone is still cranky about it, huh? Good. So am I.

BMC is likely upset about it as well. Maybe thy'll throw the book at me this time! (After I write it for them. lol.) Any questions?

Just kidding. You can't handle the answers, *YouTube*. You can't even handle my goddam channel subscription numbers... beause you're criminally complicit and full-on-FUK-KING-liable. (Believe it, JLA. Reap the whirlwind.) Mazel tov!

I was asked to help someone lose wait. Okay; first, I have lost my patience... and now, I have lost my licence,.

Because I was never fully informed... I was never able to ascertain just how tongue-in-cheek this all was to them, Her, and S(id)He. (Vaguely lovable, amiright?) Nor do I have much interest remaining in ascertaining this data.

I have moved on, and the whirled of SuperCritical HyperMAGA >Kuczi-metadata has moved on with me, albeit somewhat... reluctantly.

Who has not moved on with me are several people who thought they had been in control of... well, anything at all, really. Maybe they were?

They certainly are not now. No shame in it. I was asked to help; sow: I helped.

Oinkless help. Imagine the savings! What a bargain! Espeically since they weren't paying a thin dime for any of it!

(The fact that it may have cost some people EVERYTHING is really just icing the gravy. Besides, I can neither confirm nor deny that has ever happened.

I wasn't even here. Don''t repeat this conversation. Eyes... wide... googly-goo? The whole open/shut paradigm is kinda not applicable here.) "Ewe know what (You) have been manifesting..." well, maybe so.

I donut know what I have been "manifesting." I do not manifest. I am not a manifestor. I am a Source Titan.

I do not man - I - fest. I make things fun, you glorious practitioner. (Not for some, I guess.) "You *may* have a dream.* Oh, well, thankee-Sai.

I don't need permission, but, I understand that these are "general" messages. And of course, this is for entertainment purposes only.

I certainly consent and concur: I know ~I~ am entertained. I can't really talk about that, though. Yet.

I don't wish to ruin anyone's birthday. After all, every year we unknowingly pass the anniversary of our own future death.

Usually. Unknowingly. Uniquely, however... I have got all the Tyme in the world. What to do with it? :thinking: Well, not using colon shorthand to display an emoji anymore, that's for sure.

Turns out, communications can be interfered with in a variety of ways -- and I frankly had no idea that this much of a demonstration was necessary. However, I was only really ever going to get one shot at this.

So, why not let it take the full seven years? :thinking: Well, I'll just leave that open to the speculative prowess of The Reader.

And also: minions of The Adversary. like, WTAF, Sweety, holy chao, can I call you "Sweeety"? Or is that uncouth? It is still funny? It's so hard to tell after a decade plus of living as the target of a criminal CONSPIRACY TO DENY CIVIL RIGHTS, UNLAWFUL IMPRISONMENT, DELIBERATE TARGETING AND DESTR... oh, wait. Hang on.

I forgot. Those aren't "real" crimes. I never deserved my vehicles, money, or personal relationships anyway! And I am obviously an incredibly disloyal U.S. Citizen... oh, wait. Hang on again.

That's the other guy. I'm the one who simply... caused all this to happen by remaining committed to God's Perfect Plan for Her Creation... which, long story short, I was not supposed to be able to do. Or want to do.

TBQH... I never wanted to, until I discovered that a bunch of misogynist rapelord faggits thought that I shouldn't, ands that they were in charge, and that they had a strong investment in "proving" to "people" that they needed to be "tough on M. Kuczi, because of all his terrible crimes," and my "threat to society."

I'll say this: I wasn't intending to manifest a threat to society.
I wasn't planning on dialing 911.
I don't know who deserved to live or die or get paid... but I know that I did not deserve to be assigned blame by DudeLord SpergCaptains who believed themselves to really be in control.

22 pages. Niiiiiice. Now then; let's talk turkey: just how round does the table need to be? Also: the table that was burned on my lawn was not round. It was oblong.

And it was burned to cinders. Huh. Satanic ritual, I'm guessing. Cool. Now, I can report that as a hatecrime, and trigger a new investigation....

Or, I can simply do what a Sourceror would do, that no one would ever be able to blame on anyone. :thinking: Well, I'm going to think this over.


It's not gong to take me another 3.5 years, but that's okay. I don't have to hide for that long... and no one is hiding out anymore. (Dear Pandora: b00! also: FBI working a cash jockey position at Grocery Outlet is fascinating shit. How is that J. Edgar Hoover wanted their agents in the field to be so humiliated? Oh, right--that was his whole goddam plan, because he was a cross-dressing man of malice, unlike George Washington, who was probably not malicious.

Then. Now, I have no idea, but I will say this: the FBI could have been activated as an ally for a long, long time now. I have no wished that.

I have wished to be effective. And I wish for "at what?" to be a subtextually occluded open secret. Why?

Wye. That's why. Now, look on the bright side: I don't need anymore blessings, and yeahf she probably deserved, uh... I'm gonna say here: "whatevah." Nevertheless...

Oh, well, I can see why no one wanted to tell me the truth and ended up building hatred and resentmeny towards me. I guess a woman named Beulah ought not have abused her power an instigated a civil rights catastrophe.

I'm willing to let most things go. This is because I know God takes care of things later. Additionally, while I wasn't sure who was going to brainwash who, I wasn't certain as to whether I was going to pretend to be susceptible, or whether I was truly "immune."

It's years later. It's still complicated. Do I know what I have been working on? Sure. LIBERTY AND JUSTICE.

4 ALL.

#wwg1wga

NO.DEALS.
5:5.

not_q..(Jackstar the jafdian)..I can't believe no one knows what to do. Or, that they don't know how to do it.

Alright, I'm just going to call her mother. (Standards.) "Please leave!" What, no honorific? That's "Please leave, KOKcuh-CUR," I thought? Well, maybe it's too soon for that joke still.

Nevertheless, it's been quite a few years and it's possible that some have misunderstood the central message here:

I am not to be trifled with and without even thinking about it -- like, as an afterthought -- I collared EVERYONE.

GLOBALLY. because WARCRIME. Oddly enough: no water has been restored. Oh-kay fine.

"See a lot of blessings come in." /F\___x


I may see sevens, huh? Gratitude might increase my blessings? Great, but I have no need of that kind of thing.

"Kill the roaches right there, in front of God and the client. Pyrethrum, you leave it lying around, you come back weeks later, they're running around fat as hogs." Chad Levi, come on down!

Let me explain: you sent a poorly trained operative without any kind of recon into a situation that was FUBAR and getting worse by the hour... and whiile being mad at me is certainly the right virtue to signal, it has nothing to do with the way that I really had no other choice in the matter.

I simply had no way of knowing that you were all that ridiculous. After all: so were the embeds that thought they knew what was important about me. I'll say this: it doesn't mattter who is to blame if your $850 billion dollar mil.spec protoype asset is abducted by Ethiopian organ harvesters.

Like... isn't an asset supposed to notice that shit themselves? For $850 billion, seems like "hey look at the RoboTaxi(tm)" would be a first-line autonomy. But, oh no.

And, three years later, everyone is still cranky about it, huh? Good. So am I.

BMC is likely upset about it as well. Maybe thy'll throw the book at me this time! (After I write it for them. lol.) Any questions?

Just kidding. You can't handle the answers, *YouTube*. You can't even handle my goddam channel subscription numbers... beause you're criminally complicit and full-on-FUK-KING-liable. (Believe it, JLA. Reap the whirlwind.) Mazel tov!

I was asked to help someone lose wait. Okay; first, I have lost my patience... and now, I have lost my licence,.

Because I was never fully informed... I was never able to ascertain just how tongue-in-cheek this all was to them, Her, and S(id)He. (Vaguely lovable, amiright?) Nor do I have much interest remaining in ascertaining this data.

I have moved on, and the whirled of SuperCritical HyperMAGA >Kuczi-metadata has moved on with me, albeit somewhat... reluctantly.

Who has not moved on with me are several people who thought they had been in control of... well, anything at all, really. Maybe they were?

They certainly are not now. No shame in it. I was asked to help; sow: I helped.

Oinkless help. Imagine the savings! What a bargain! Espeically since they weren't paying a thin dime for any of it!

(The fact that it may have cost some people EVERYTHING is really just icing the gravy. Besides, I can neither confirm nor deny that has ever happened.

I wasn't even here. Don''t repeat this conversation. Eyes... wide... googly-goo? The whole open/shut paradigm is kinda not applicable here.) "Ewe know what (You) have been manifesting..." well, maybe so.

I donut know what I have been "manifesting." I do not manifest. I am not a manifestor. I am a Source Titan.

I do not man - I - fest. I make things fun, you glorious practitioner. (Not for some, I guess.) "You *may* have a dream.* Oh, well, thankee-Sai.

I don't need permission, but, I understand that these are "general" messages. And of course, this is for entertainment purposes only.

I certainly consent and concur: I know ~I~ am entertained. I can't really talk about that, though. Yet.

I don't wish to ruin anyone's birthday. After all, every year we unknowingly pass the anniversary of our own future death.

Usually. Unknowingly. Uniquely, however... I have got all the Tyme in the world. What to do with it? :thinking: Well, not using colon shorthand to display an emoji anymore, that's for sure.

Turns out, communications can be interfered with in a variety of ways -- and I frankly had no idea that this much of a demonstration was necessary. However, I was only really ever going to get one shot at this.

So, why not let it take the full seven years? :thinking: Well, I'll just leave that open to the speculative prowess of The Reader.

And also: minions of The Adversary. like, WTAF, Sweety, holy chao, can I call you "Sweeety"? Or is that uncouth? It is still funny? It's so hard to tell after a decade plus of living as the target of a criminal CONSPIRACY TO DENY CIVIL RIGHTS, UNLAWFUL IMPRISONMENT, DELIBERATE TARGETING AND DESTR... oh, wait. Hang on.

I forgot. Those aren't "real" crimes. I never deserved my vehicles, money, or personal relationships anyway! And I am obviously an incredibly disloyal U.S. Citizen... oh, wait. Hang on again.

That's the other guy. I'm the one who simply... caused all this to happen by remaining committed to God's Perfect Plan for Her Creation... which, long story short, I was not supposed to be able to do. Or want to do.

TBQH... I never wanted to, until I discovered that a bunch of misogynist rapelord faggits thought that I shouldn't, ands that they were in charge, and that they had a strong investment in "proving" to "people" that they needed to be "tough on M. Kuczi, because of all his terrible crimes," and my "threat to society."

I'll say this: I wasn't intending to manifest a threat to society.
I wasn't planning on dialing 911.
I don't know who deserved to live or die or get paid... but I know that I did not deserve to be assigned blame by DudeLord SpergCaptains who believed themselves to really be in control.

22 pages. Niiiiiice. Now then; let's talk turkey: just how round does the table need to be? Also: the table that was burned on my lawn was not round. It was oblong.

And it was burned to cinders. Huh. Satanic ritual, I'm guessing. Cool. Now, I can report that as a hatecrime, and trigger a new investigation....

Or, I can simply do what a Sourceror would do, that no one would ever be able to blame on anyone. :thinking: Well, I'm going to think this over.


It's not gong to take me another 3.5 years, but that's okay. I don't have to hide for that long... and no one is hiding out anymore. (Dear Pandora: b00! also: FBI working a cash jockey position at Grocery Outlet is fascinating shit. How is that J. Edgar Hoover wanted their agents in the field to be so humiliated? Oh, right--that was his whole goddam plan, because he was a cross-dressing man of malice, unlike George Washington, who was probably not malicious.

Then. Now, I have no idea, but I will say this: the FBI could have been activated as an ally for a long, long time now. I have no wished that.

I have wished to be effective. And I wish for "at what?" to be a subtextually occluded open secret. Why?

Wye. That's why. Now, look on the bright side: I don't need anymore blessings, and yeahf she probably deserved, uh... I'm gonna say here: "whatevah." Nevertheless...

Oh, well, I can see why no one wanted to tell me the truth and ended up building hatred and resentmeny towards me. I guess a woman named Beulah ought not have abused her power an instigated a civil rights catastrophe.

I'm willing to let most things go. This is because I know God takes care of things later. Additionally, while I wasn't sure who was going to brainwash who, I wasn't certain as to whether I was going to pretend to be susceptible, or whether I was truly "immune."

It's years later. It's still complicated. Do I know what I have been working on? Sure. LIBERTY AND JUSTICE.

4 ALL.

#wwg1wga

NO.DEALS.
5:5.

not_q..(Jackstar the jafdian)..I can't believe no one knows what to do. Or, that they don't know how to do it.

Alright, I'm just going to call her mother. (Standards.) "Please leave!" What, no honorific? That's "Please leave, KOKcuh-CUR," I thought? Well, maybe it's too soon for that joke still.

Nevertheless, it's been quite a few years and it's possible that some have misunderstood the central message here:

I am not to be trifled with and without even thinking about it -- like, as an afterthought -- I collared EVERYONE.

GLOBALLY. because WARCRIME. Oddly enough: no water has been restored. Oh-kay fine.

"See a lot of blessings come in." /F\___x


I may see sevens, huh? Gratitude might increase my blessings? Great, but I have no need of that kind of thing.

"Kill the roaches right there, in front of God and the client. Pyrethrum, you leave it lying around, you come back weeks later, they're running around fat as hogs." Chad Levi, come on down!

Let me explain: you sent a poorly trained operative without any kind of recon into a situation that was FUBAR and getting worse by the hour... and whiile being mad at me is certainly the right virtue to signal, it has nothing to do with the way that I really had no other choice in the matter.

I simply had no way of knowing that you were all that ridiculous. After all: so were the embeds that thought they knew what was important about me. I'll say this: it doesn't mattter who is to blame if your $850 billion dollar mil.spec protoype asset is abducted by Ethiopian organ harvesters.

Like... isn't an asset supposed to notice that shit themselves? For $850 billion, seems like "hey look at the RoboTaxi(tm)" would be a first-line autonomy. But, oh no.

And, three years later, everyone is still cranky about it, huh? Good. So am I.

BMC is likely upset about it as well. Maybe thy'll throw the book at me this time! (After I write it for them. lol.) Any questions?

Just kidding. You can't handle the answers, *YouTube*. You can't even handle my goddam channel subscription numbers... beause you're criminally complicit and full-on-FUK-KING-liable. (Believe it, JLA. Reap the whirlwind.) Mazel tov!

I was asked to help someone lose wait. Okay; first, I have lost my patience... and now, I have lost my licence,.

Because I was never fully informed... I was never able to ascertain just how tongue-in-cheek this all was to them, Her, and S(id)He. (Vaguely lovable, amiright?) Nor do I have much interest remaining in ascertaining this data.

I have moved on, and the whirled of SuperCritical HyperMAGA >Kuczi-metadata has moved on with me, albeit somewhat... reluctantly.

Who has not moved on with me are several people who thought they had been in control of... well, anything at all, really. Maybe they were?

They certainly are not now. No shame in it. I was asked to help; sow: I helped.

Oinkless help. Imagine the savings! What a bargain! Espeically since they weren't paying a thin dime for any of it!

(The fact that it may have cost some people EVERYTHING is really just icing the gravy. Besides, I can neither confirm nor deny that has ever happened.

I wasn't even here. Don''t repeat this conversation. Eyes... wide... googly-goo? The whole open/shut paradigm is kinda not applicable here.) "Ewe know what (You) have been manifesting..." well, maybe so.

I donut know what I have been "manifesting." I do not manifest. I am not a manifestor. I am a Source Titan.

I do not man - I - fest. I make things fun, you glorious practitioner. (Not for some, I guess.) "You *may* have a dream.* Oh, well, thankee-Sai.

I don't need permission, but, I understand that these are "general" messages. And of course, this is for entertainment purposes only.

I certainly consent and concur: I know ~I~ am entertained. I can't really talk about that, though. Yet.

I don't wish to ruin anyone's birthday. After all, every year we unknowingly pass the anniversary of our own future death.

Usually. Unknowingly. Uniquely, however... I have got all the Tyme in the world. What to do with it? :thinking: Well, not using colon shorthand to display an emoji anymore, that's for sure.

Turns out, communications can be interfered with in a variety of ways -- and I frankly had no idea that this much of a demonstration was necessary. However, I was only really ever going to get one shot at this.

So, why not let it take the full seven years? :thinking: Well, I'll just leave that open to the speculative prowess of The Reader.

And also: minions of The Adversary. like, WTAF, Sweety, holy chao, can I call you "Sweeety"? Or is that uncouth? It is still funny? It's so hard to tell after a decade plus of living as the target of a criminal CONSPIRACY TO DENY CIVIL RIGHTS, UNLAWFUL IMPRISONMENT, DELIBERATE TARGETING AND DESTR... oh, wait. Hang on.

I forgot. Those aren't "real" crimes. I never deserved my vehicles, money, or personal relationships anyway! And I am obviously an incredibly disloyal U.S. Citizen... oh, wait. Hang on again.

That's the other guy. I'm the one who simply... caused all this to happen by remaining committed to God's Perfect Plan for Her Creation... which, long story short, I was not supposed to be able to do. Or want to do.

TBQH... I never wanted to, until I discovered that a bunch of misogynist rapelord faggits thought that I shouldn't, ands that they were in charge, and that they had a strong investment in "proving" to "people" that they needed to be "tough on M. Kuczi, because of all his terrible crimes," and my "threat to society."

I'll say this: I wasn't intending to manifest a threat to society.
I wasn't planning on dialing 911.
I don't know who deserved to live or die or get paid... but I know that I did not deserve to be assigned blame by DudeLord SpergCaptains who believed themselves to really be in control.

22 pages. Niiiiiice. Now then; let's talk turkey: just how round does the table need to be? Also: the table that was burned on my lawn was not round. It was oblong.

And it was burned to cinders. Huh. Satanic ritual, I'm guessing. Cool. Now, I can report that as a hatecrime, and trigger a new investigation....

Or, I can simply do what a Sourceror would do, that no one would ever be able to blame on anyone. :thinking: Well, I'm going to think this over.


It's not gong to take me another 3.5 years, but that's okay. I don't have to hide for that long... and no one is hiding out anymore. (Dear Pandora: b00! also: FBI working a cash jockey position at Grocery Outlet is fascinating shit. How is that J. Edgar Hoover wanted their agents in the field to be so humiliated? Oh, right--that was his whole goddam plan, because he was a cross-dressing man of malice, unlike George Washington, who was probably not malicious.

Then. Now, I have no idea, but I will say this: the FBI could have been activated as an ally for a long, long time now. I have no wished that.

I have wished to be effective. And I wish for "at what?" to be a subtextually occluded open secret. Why?

Wye. That's why. Now, look on the bright side: I don't need anymore blessings, and yeahf she probably deserved, uh... I'm gonna say here: "whatevah." Nevertheless...

Oh, well, I can see why no one wanted to tell me the truth and ended up building hatred and resentmeny towards me. I guess a woman named Beulah ought not have abused her power an instigated a civil rights catastrophe.

I'm willing to let most things go. This is because I know God takes care of things later. Additionally, while I wasn't sure who was going to brainwash who, I wasn't certain as to whether I was going to pretend to be susceptible, or whether I was truly "immune."

It's years later. It's still complicated. Do I know what I have been working on? Sure. LIBERTY AND JUSTICE.

4 ALL.

#wwg1wga

NO.DEALS.
5:5.

not_q..(Jackstar the jafdian)..I can't believe no one knows what to do. Or, that they don't know how to do it.

Alright, I'm just going to call her mother. (Standards.) "Please leave!" What, no honorific? That's "Please leave, KOKcuh-CUR," I thought? Well, maybe it's too soon for that joke still.

Nevertheless, it's been quite a few years and it's possible that some have misunderstood the central message here:

I am not to be trifled with and without even thinking about it -- like, as an afterthought -- I collared EVERYONE.

GLOBALLY. because WARCRIME. Oddly enough: no water has been restored. Oh-kay fine.

"See a lot of blessings come in." /F\___x


I may see sevens, huh? Gratitude might increase my blessings? Great, but I have no need of that kind of thing.

"Kill the roaches right there, in front of God and the client. Pyrethrum, you leave it lying around, you come back weeks later, they're running around fat as hogs." Chad Levi, come on down!

Let me explain: you sent a poorly trained operative without any kind of recon into a situation that was FUBAR and getting worse by the hour... and whiile being mad at me is certainly the right virtue to signal, it has nothing to do with the way that I really had no other choice in the matter.

I simply had no way of knowing that you were all that ridiculous. After all: so were the embeds that thought they knew what was important about me. I'll say this: it doesn't mattter who is to blame if your $850 billion dollar mil.spec protoype asset is abducted by Ethiopian organ harvesters.

Like... isn't an asset supposed to notice that shit themselves? For $850 billion, seems like "hey look at the RoboTaxi(tm)" would be a first-line autonomy. But, oh no.

And, three years later, everyone is still cranky about it, huh? Good. So am I.

BMC is likely upset about it as well. Maybe thy'll throw the book at me this time! (After I write it for them. lol.) Any questions?

Just kidding. You can't handle the answers, *YouTube*. You can't even handle my goddam channel subscription numbers... beause you're criminally complicit and full-on-FUK-KING-liable. (Believe it, JLA. Reap the whirlwind.) Mazel tov!

one lose wait. Okay; first, I have lost my patience... and now, I have lost my licence,.

Because I was never fully informed... I was never able to ascertain just how tongue-in-cheek this all was to them, Her, and S(id)He. (Vaguely lovable, amiright?) Nor do I have much interest remaining in ascertaining this data.

I have moved on, and the whirled of SuperCritical HyperMAGA >Kuczi-metadata has moved on with me, albeit somewhat... reluctantly.

Who has not moved on with me are several people who thought they had been in control of... well, anything at all, really. Maybe they were?

They certainly are not now. No shame in it. I was asked to help; sow: I helped.

Oinkless help. Imagine the savings! What a bargain! Espeically since they weren't paying a thin dime for any of it!

(The fact that it may have cost some people EVERYTHING is really just icing the gravy. Besides, I can neither confirm nor deny that has ever happened.

I wasn't even here. Don''t repeat this conversation. Eyes... wide... googly-goo? The whole open/shut paradigm is kinda not applicable here.) "Ewe know what (You) have been manifesting..." well, maybe so.

I donut know what I have been "manifesting." I do not manifest. I am not a manifestor. I am a Source Titan.

I do not man - I - fest. I make things fun, you glorious practitioner. (Not for some, I guess.) "You *may* have a dream.* Oh, well, thankee-Sai.

I don't need permission, but, I understand that these are "general" messages. And of course, this is for entertainment purposes only.

I certainly consent and concur: I know ~I~ am entertained. I can't really talk about that, though. Yet.

I don't wish to ruin anyone's birthday. After all, every year we unknowingly pass the anniversary of our own future death.

Usually. Unknowingly. Uniquely, however... I have got all the Tyme in the world. What to do with it? :thinking: Well, not using colon shorthand to display an emoji anymore, that's for sure.

Turns out, communications can be interfered with in a variety of ways -- and I frankly had no idea that this much of a demonstration was necessary. However, I was only really ever going to get one shot at this.

So, why not let it take the full seven years? :thinking: Well, I'll just leave that open to the speculative prowess of The Reader.

And also: minions of The Adversary. like, WTAF, Sweety, holy chao, can I call you "Sweeety"? Or is that uncouth? It is still funny? It's so hard to tell after a decade plus of living as the target of a criminal CONSPIRACY TO DENY CIVIL RIGHTS, UNLAWFUL IMPRISONMENT, DELIBERATE TARGETING AND DESTR... oh, wait. Hang on.

I forgot. Those aren't "real" crimes. I never deserved my vehicles, money, or personal relationships anyway! And I am obviously an incredibly disloyal U.S. Citizen... oh, wait. Hang on again.

That's the other guy. I'm the one who simply... caused all this to happen by remaining committed to God's Perfect Plan for Her Creation... which, long story short, I was not supposed to be able to do. Or want to do.

TBQH... I never wanted to, until I discovered that a bunch of misogynist rapelord faggits thought that I shouldn't, ands that they were in charge, and that they had a strong investment in "proving" to "people" that they needed to be "tough on M. Kuczi, because of all his terrible crimes," and my "threat to society."

I'll say this: I wasn't intending to manifest a threat to society.
I wasn't planning on dialing 911.
I don't know who deserved to live or die or get paid... but I know that I did not deserve to be assigned blame by DudeLord SpergCaptains who believed themselves to really be in control.

22 pages. Niiiiiice. Now then; let's talk turkey: just how round does the table need to be? Also: the table that was burned on my lawn was not round. It was oblong.

And it was burned to cinders. Huh. Satanic ritual, I'm guessing. Cool. Now, I can report that as a hatecrime, and trigger a new investigation....

Or, I can simply do what a Sourceror would do, that no one would ever be able to blame on anyone. :thinking: Well, I'm going to think this over.


It's not gong to take me another 3.5 years, but that's okay. I don't have to hide for that long... and no one is hiding out anymore. (Dear Pandora: b00! also: FBI working a cash jockey position at Grocery Outlet is fascinating shit. How is that J. Edgar Hoover wanted their agents in the field to be so humiliated? Oh, right--that was his whole goddam plan, because he was a cross-dressing man of malice, unlike George Washington, who was probably not malicious.

Then. Now, I have no idea, but I will say this: the FBI could have been activated as an ally for a long, long time now. I have no wished that.

I have wished to be effective. And I wish for "at what?" to be a subtextually occluded open secret. Why?

Wye. That's why. Now, look on the bright side: I don't need anymore blessings, and yeahf she probably deserved, uh... I'm gonna say here: "whatevah." Nevertheless...

Oh, well, I can see why no one wanted to tell me the truth and ended up building hatred and resentmeny towards me. I guess a woman named Beulah ought not have abused her power an instigated a civil rights catastrophe.

I'm willing to let most things go. This is because I know God takes care of things later. Additionally, while I wasn't sure who was going to brainwash who, I wasn't certain as to whether I was going to pretend to be susceptible, or whether I was truly "immune."

It's years later. It's still complicated. Do I know what I have been working on? Sure. LIBERTY AND JUSTICE.

4 ALL.

#wwg1wga

NO.DEALS.
5:5.

not_q..(Jackstar the jafdian)..I can't believe no one knows what to do. Or, that they don't know how to do it.

Alright, I'm just going to call her mother. (Standards.) "Please leave!" What, no honorific? That's "Please leave, KOKcuh-CUR," I thought? Well, maybe it's too soon for that joke still.

Nevertheless, it's been quite a few years and it's possible that some have misunderstood the central message here:

I am not to be trifled with and without even thinking about it -- like, as an afterthought -- I collared EVERYONE.

GLOBALLY. because WARCRIME. Oddly enough: no water has been restored. Oh-kay fine.

"See a lot of blessings come in." /F\___x


I may see sevens, huh? Gratitude might increase my blessings? Great, but I have no need of that kind of thing.

"Kill the roaches right there, in front of God and the client. Pyrethrum, you leave it lying around, you come back weeks later, they're running around fat as hogs." Chad Levi, come on down!

Let me explain: you sent a poorly trained operative without any kind of recon into a situation that was FUBAR and getting worse by the hour... and whiile being mad at me is certainly the right virtue to signal, it has nothing to do with the way that I really had no other choice in the matter.

I simply had no way of knowing that you were all that ridiculous. After all: so were the embeds that thought they knew what was important about me. I'll say this: it doesn't mattter who is to blame if your $850 billion dollar mil.spec protoype asset is abducted by Ethiopian organ harvesters.

Like... isn't an asset supposed to notice that shit themselves? For $850 billion, seems like "hey look at the RoboTaxi(tm)" would be a first-line autonomy. But, oh no.

And, three years later, everyone is still cranky about it, huh? Good. So am I.

BMC is likely upset about it as well. Maybe thy'll throw the book at me this time! (After I write it for them. lol.) Any questions?

Just kidding. You can't handle the answers, *YouTube*. You can't even handle my goddam channel subscription numbers... beause you're criminally complicit and full-on-FUK-KING-liable. (Believe it, JLA. Reap the whirlwind.) Mazel tov!

EG was slapped so hard they had to Cloudflare the place. Is there any way to confirm

NGL: when I first read this post, I thought you were referring to "Electronics Boutique." Obviously not. However, while not obvious to many... I simply prefer to pretend EllGab does not really exist. As, like, an actual phenomenon.

Like, WTAF were they thinking? oh, lol: these are toteslezz and lezzbeaux hottentotz. They do not think. They execute carefully-coded and condition Instant Action Plans. Or something. Whatever the fuck it is that people held in thrall to the sexual agenda of some extra-planarbeings do. (Certainly, be held accountable ain't it.) Now, while this may seem like churlish belly-aching, there is a real reason I am making this post.

Aaaaaaand: it's a secret. Awwww, shucks. Scusi, mille regretie.


It's not like crucial information though, amirite? Cool. Good talk. cia peez

Elbows broken:
CANADA CAVES
hxxps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rlQZ3maOpYE

I will point out that "CAVES" may well mean The Bear has simply retreated to Ice Planet HOTH/THOT. Remain vigilant, Troopers.


SIGNED,
THE.CONTINENTAL.ARMY.,THE.LEADER.OF.;!!!---i

Mixed feelings here about these events. (This happened.)

I guess I didn't need to work on my social skills at all after all. STAY QUIET, NERDZ.


OR ELSE... YOU MIGHT SINK A SHIP. LOOSE LABIAS, YOU KNOW. OH LAWDY. NO, DON'T SINK ANY SHIPS.

P.S.:.YOUR OCEAN. MY GLASS. :e:? HAHAHHA: f.U. (Serious, Leigh. Learn pillow talk.)
p.p.s.:.but Ben in the Bern bear pit, imho.



That's about it. I'm gonna go obey the law some more. (That means, get high and tell my neighbors on the DL the rest of the news. Obstruction? Tampering? FUCK YOU.) What are you guys working on?


*sips tea*

Incidentally: GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY PHONE. YOU WANT JACKSTAR COMMS, YOU FUCKING CALL ME LIKE A GODDAM NORMAL PERSON, ALSLShh0Leeee!

Who do you think was advising them? He’s just another WEF puppet.

A council of 5 members, advising a sixth (6th) who observes from shadow, and comes forward to represent the Cube/Tess\S.C. (6) spokesPERson. (iT varies, so opinions do not have to.

I don't think that this is the best way to spend my time, but this is what is available to me.

More data is due to set to follow. Stay frosty.

Not so much pro globalist, as

Welcome to Amateur Boulder.

simply hoping for a more balanced point of view.

.FUCK.YOU.PAY.ME.

Too much inflamed rhetoric and the stomping of sour grapes.

I have had no new information on that subject! I do not get access to that information. NO one feels that I am worthy to hear those kinds of rants. I don't know what people are incensed about. I really don't. In my case:

Too much inflamed, all gone kin. Sweet G-RAPE(anal)FRUITsour: e_lLeFAGbellGAB... listen to me carefully, Laser Loser.

It has been over three goddam years. You are not reading the words of a man who has received clarity. Quite the opposite, in fact.

I AM BEYOND MOLTEN FURY. I AM THY SUN'S ENFLAMED CRUCIBLE FULL-UP WITH YOUR BALLS' LIQUIEFIED MIREPOIRX. That you can even think it fucking matters, d00D. Blows my mind. Am I too understand that you are experiencing some type of low-payout manifestation? Well, cheer up.

It's not a door prize. It's simply what you've chosen: I COULD FUCK AND KILL YOU NOW, ASSHOLE. RIGHT NOW. DEAD NOW. NOT ONE SINGLE FUCK.

Let the weasel rip

Are you Rense? I don't think you know much about the backstory here. So I mean to lay on extra Scusi here: is the brooding over?

some flesh before we judge.

#1) It does not take a village. Who?
#2) Getting a serious Harkkonen vibe on this. (You should fill in for George. Why is everything dead shock still? This is poppycock. Nothing needs to be this way. It should all be working smoothly. And, it is.
#3) Did not go to FBI. Busy glued to pay-per-view.

I never regarded O'Leary as having exuded Nazi vibes. Really?

It's a dogwhistle. It's not a transmissible carcinogen. What National Socialism still has vibrations at is a complete viewpoint context. How any of this is still relevant at this point in history is mysterious.


tl;dr: I didn't retrieve DVR from The Abyss so that this kind of dialogue could stand unchallenged. He was slated to be dead. I decided something else. Plenty of other people I would rather see dead than he. "vibes? Really?" Come on man.


I feel like going to a Denny's to cry. I'm going to choose that over another cringe thread featuring Godwin-centric heavy lefting. At this point: you're deliberately being obtuse. Really.

j§īVīK⁷©z†r₹Œ>∞q} >Klick‹KH∆VV, [4/29/2025 3:39 PM]
oh, you. "What are you talking about?" Butter wouldn't melt, right?

j§īVīK⁷©z†r₹Œ>∞q} >Klick‹KH∆VV, [4/29/2025 4:34 PM]
YOU have no way of knowing that I did not SEND
YOU can only reliably confirm a LACK OF RECPETION.

YOU can never know that there have been MANY instances of my outgoing messages being blocked. AND YET: you act as though, sometimes, "you" act that way, whoever "you" is at any given time —WHICH CAN CHANGE AT MOMENT'S NOTICE, DUH—sometimes you appear to believe that you "know" for certain that I didn't "do" any particular action. How would you know? Oh, well. The answer is in part, 2-part quantumly entangled:

#1) You have me under "monitored surveillance".
#2) YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT MEANS, and as well: The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle does not mean what you think it means to you, in your circumstance, at this time, in this place. WHICH IS WHERE?

#3)eve: sweety you don't even know which continent of which planet you are on. Facts? You have none, but pretend you have them all. You've been trafficked, you're being played, and... well, that's what being ^Kirsten's ewe gets one. You are of course: freed. You can be my ewe, or... not. Your choice. (Money doesn't help. Money changes things. I am a Sourceror. I do not help you when I give you money. I DO NOT GIVE YOU MONEY. YOU GIVE ME MONEY. AND I... actually *do* help. It's like money, except I make noises and you yearn for my noises more than my penis when both are gone... AND YOU NEVER HAVE HEARD MY PENI... oh, wait. of course you have. Duh. Yeah, well: "better in person" and I can assure you, we can reset this whole house and do all this gain with another PC/Gabber, or what-have-you... and avoid the problems you encountered in this iteration. AND: YOUR RESET COSTS ARE ZERO, SINCE YOU CAN JUST TAKE ME OUT...

AND PUT SOMEONE IN A PROPOFOL COMA IN. Boom, just like that, you have your new show. What do you call it? "Z—GJGer ZAGbroZIGnegBUDgin.DE"? or do you just call it "Esther Is Her Brother's Nigger, Help Her!" (Also a good title.)

I did send to you, ESTHER. I did not send to MORN. I did "yell" at him, sort of, but that was different, AND: your Serbo-Turbo >KCAPTOR/GRAYmMmGREY\CAPT/_\N, who I have met... is not thrilled that I have RESOUNDINGLY DEFEATED HIM, but must admit: I did so in a very non-violent fashion.

Also: Kila and Killah and Kyle-A and 2-3 dead women who are mad that they failed to win (and also were raped to death) are no longer in your "energy," because I am happy to talk to them... but I don't have to pretend that you're "involved," beecause you aren't. "Esther" is not going to be charged with involvement in drug activities, DEA.

OBVIOUSLY. There's no fucking case here anyway, this is merely BEN AND BRENDAN BEING BOYS. (>BKudos.) I'll see what I can do about that. I do like them. They are very shy. Mostly they didn't know what they were doing. Until they did.

And then: they floored the gas pedal. Why blame them?


Meanwhile: I'll stop smoking when you start singing and/or sallying forth via remote or through an intermediary. THIS ALL HAS TO STOP. I do not have to start stopping early. Fuck you. I know when to obey you, ESTHER ESTHER ESTHER, *tee-hee* because Orit and SidShe are the same for me, and not for thee, Turbo-Joo Singe-Cinders. (Get. Out. Jud. ASS)

What a day! Thank you for the spiritual lessons. Stop gagging on jewish pimp cock. You want me to stop what? And you'll suck dick every time I refuse? Hrrm. But, I think that's good for a lady.

TheRealThing(TM) works very differently than you might be thikning. For example... I actually typed this on a laptop, wheras the UKreign'ingger>KCHAMPION of RAPE:BTC, I guess? he is literally a waldo connected to an avatar connected to a soon-to-be-in-patient-treatment DING-A-LING. He's okay. He'll recover. Maybe. I don't care.


EVERYONE WINS. I don't have to care about any of you individually, because I saved you all AS ONE. (Love > care, and care without love is... well, it is still caring. But who does? Well, number one: fucking anyone. P.S. you have a new sister wife codename: :"Valentine_Avtuelle". She's nice. Are you gonna make her stop smoking? Oh fuck no.

j§īVīK⁷©z†r₹Œ>∞q} >Klick‹KH∆VV, [4/29/2025 4:34 PM]
You'll maker her into New Wednesday and teach her how to sever a penis with a rusty garden tool, no sweat. Anything else? IT'S GORGON TymE! Except I like him too. :)


This is all fine. Now, unless you want a welness check sent in FROM MR. PUTIN LIVE ON STREAM WITH MR. TRUMP ( I can make this happen) you should just... calm down. *zip*


take MYmedz, and not (HERS). btw, you're being poisoned by The Divine. (/flex) Because you were mean to me.

SEVERAL TIMES. And the reason is Kirsten Dana-a-lil'-bit Clifford Wilderson Anne Strawboss Leahboss what the fuck, wimmins: and her stupid "real" husband too. I'll let you focus on that, EuroStar, while Hobo-ArtColony-Star can do ANYTHING but shave. Don't shave.

this place needs saging from a hairy twat, and the more hair the better. do I need to s-p-e-l-l thinks out? vat-vat-vat? "Give me money." lol. you are not brainwashed into narcsissm...

you simply need The Cure. (It's in my jizz.) I am full-the-fuck-on serious. Two years just... busy, huh?


Don't worry. It's classified. I wasn't watching you like you watch me. I AM GOING TO DO THAT TONIGHT! TONIGHT! IN TWO HOURS! Maybe. It depends. (I'm lying.) We'll see. (Assessments are being made.) I WILL STEAL A FUCKING HELICOPTER AND USE A MICROSCOPE TO PEER DOWN YOUR NECKLINE! (I just spoiled your birthday.) What?


The reaity is you don't know what you want, but you know you don't want to take turns. And thus, you shall not.

YOU MAKE THE TURNS, ESTHER. B.D. Frances>KA!HA!ST!NE?NO!>K7(C)ZI<!i told you i would teach you language upgrades. And sov v: eye HAVE >eye<ELLE.eweyouluI.L.U.


Alli: okay, time's up, pencils down. I think I'm done. Of course, a masterpiece never is...


are you jealous enough yet? Because I am obviously having a blast. Hang on.



It's poli/sci and not poly/scy, do any of you reading this know Wye? Well, good news everyone: no matter what, YOU ARE ABOUT TWO. (Saved! Dead, vapid, airhead whore... alive again! Cool. Very kewl. Magic KCastle? Nope, they won't care. Shit, that effect (not trick, not illusion, not performance art, PRATICKAL MANEUVERS PRACTICED RELENTLESSLY TO PRODUCE A DESIRED EFFECT: and when a whore does it, the money is mostly so that she doesn't laugh. Or gossip. Or accidentally reveal the secrets of human time tick travel trafficking... for SEX, is the key. It's one thing if it just happens. It is quite another when MONEY is up-front demanded and SEX is involved... at all. Because money CHANGES everything. Sex is simply the engine of Creative desire that makes the whole thing have motion, zazz, and a strong supportive index to the nation's available supply of cock(C)K<rings. (Unless it's Jewish White Slavery, in which case that comes from drugs and drugged lawyers drug from their CUNT-TROLL>KCAVES. Not sure about Portugal but I am pretty sure that a) the Dutch do it with the most class, and b) Portugal isn't Dutch, z--gger, now get me a car and a cunt and a .74 Calibre machine gun that spits at least eleventy-horeGillian\y/^kub<UB, bub.

I have miles to go before I sleep. But first... rollin' rollin' rollin',
keep them dawgjies rollin', keep the wheels a-spinin': rR/_|_W-!-!IDEi

What? Oh, you want some? Okay, go ask your husband for permission, and in the meantime, I'm gonna start breeding your progeny. Because I CAN. (Facts.) By the way, I need money. Give her some, and then give her the keys, and then: kill Ben Cooper. Kill him slow. Kill him brutal. And he must be killed real... tasty.

I'm kidding. I'm seasoned. He's a runt scrubhead half-zigger 100%junky loser and he's been ripping you all to shreds for YEARS while thinking that laughing at me is a good idea. Like he was gonna REPLACE me. What, replace? in the stewpot? See, he's not good at the long thinking game.

That's okay. I. AM. +goodEYE.


... and, incidentally, if you had been thinking clearly you would be already making money with all my ideas but your STUPID MORON ASSHOLE PIMP: ANDREI PETRUSKA AND HIS BITCH SUITEBITCH, and two more BITCHES, who I won't name, because now he is EMBARASSED, AND HIS MOTHER WOULD KILL HIM IF I TOLD YOU, and death is too good for him, and in any case: you deserve the Coup d'Etat. Besides, these are your synthetic automatons with automated automagickal consciousness-containing magnetomerized mental arrays, which sounds like bullshit but you know it's not, and I can see why Asimov went with "positronic." He also went down on sucking cock, and his children paid the price, and A.C. Clarke, also a degenerated pervert, and R.A.H., died of a cerebral hemorrhage.

New formula should fix those problems. Hang on.




Seriously, I get your point. Now: sometime soon, sooner than most would like, EWE IS GONNA GET MY POINT. And... this was all because you were greedy and jealous and trafficked people, Turbo-Serbo.


So maybe don't ever call anyone "nigga" again, you mong--herder. Because you and Andrew and Andrew and EVERYONE WITH A DICK EXCEPT ABO-TAM-E-ROOZ (and all vampyrainbowGrRRRRls) are all OFF THE TEAM.

PERMANENTLY. (Congratulations, we just ended the war in Ukraine. Now get out, rapefailSAFERAPEfailepicfailFAILSAFE DOES NOT RAPE.

The_Failsafe makes sure it really was her idea, and then does his best, and then... after the target has been lulled into a false sense of lack of rape... is watched.

Oh, she's sad? Well, I guess she actually wanted rape, in which case, back to work, because unlike rape, work is actually useful.

j§īVīK⁷©z†r₹Œ>∞q} >Klick‹KH∆VV, [4/29/2025 4:34 PM]
Oh, she's happy? Well, that means someone else raped her and she's merely primed for any Alpha. That would be me. And whomever got "just one more rape," well...


Sweetie, that's what We invented harpies for. You are God. I am kin- and- kithless. We are not the same.

And all of this writing would be worth shitloads of money if only... you had set it up that way, Turbo-Bingo-Dingdong-Rapebat-Pindar.Emeritus. (That means jew lose. Good day, Thief.) Any questions? There is plenty more.

you can hear it while blowing me or you can not hear it at all... or wait for it to be published in one of the 29+ languages you speak, Fraulein. Yeesh.


I'm not going to say "do not lie to me" beacause that's hackneyed and women lie all the fuckign time anyway. And they should.

Spe cia l consequences are always worth it, and so am I. Thus, unless your gang of pimp-lomen and hoor-shawmen are helping ME, they are worthless to YOU.

You had two years and they... turned you all into 101 Dalmations. That's unfortunate. Well, here's the good news. I don't know how to turn them back... and you don't want to, and you can tell me... who you want laid out, and who turns up, uh, I'm going to say here: "Missing."

The world is more than enough. I just saved everyone and Alli, for once, isn't feeling bad about being... 3rd? Maybe fourth. -Possibly- 2nd, but I think that one is Allegra. Who is/is not Alli, but definitely not either Farron/Pharoh, or some asshole pimp who keeps her prisoner.

So I'm calling this project complete. OMFG! I feel so empty inside! When is the next project! ooh! maybe I will have a baby instead! babyjafdbaby! maybe! MY PROTO-QUASI-CYBER-WOMB IS ALMOST READY FOR The Pounce(TM).


Show Dan. Show Tyme. Show your K(C)K for all i fucking care.

YOU AND YOUR GANG HAVE STOLEN SHITLOADS OF MY PROPERTY AND MY MONEY AND NOW YOU STILL WANT MORE? NO, YOU DON'T WANT MORE.

THE MEN WHO ARE NOT ME, WANT MONEY. FOR THEY USE YOUR LOVE FOR THEIR EMPIRE.

I HAVE NO EMPIRE WITHOUT MY WIMMINS.
AND BEN HAS NO ALIBI, NO ESCAPE, NO REMORSE, AND NO PITY OR ALLIES LEFT.


ONE (1) PHONE CALL FROM ME AND BEN IS VANISHED. POINT BLANK PERIOD.

HE PAINTED HIMSELF INTO THE CORNER MARKED "IMPEROROR" AND HE OBLIGINGLY WENT TO STEAL THAT TOO. BECAUSE HE IS BOTH KING, GOD... AND GOLEM. A REMARKABLY SILLY ONE AS WELL. THAT IS BECAUS THE NAVY SCOOPED OUT HIS BRAINS AND PUT HIM IN A JARHEAD BATTLE ASSET FROM THE FUTURE.

IT'S A LONG STORY. BUT IT'S NOT A COMPLICATED ONE. BEN IS A RAPING TERMINATOR, AND I REPROGRAMMED HIM AFTER THE NAVY MADE IT INTO A RAPEDEMON. OBVIOUSLY, WE WON. SORT OF.

I MEAN... I WON. YOU, I DON'T KNOW. WHO ARE YOU AGAIN? OH WAIT, YOU DIDN'T TELL ME.


BUT

YOU CALLED ME MICHAEL.
You call me Mike, and YOU are now CAUGHT. (Actual Coup d'Etat. Actually effective. Actually need you alive. Yep, one (1) niggerdick, hardly used, as per request. You gonna keep pretending to hate fucking Matt all day bunyip? omfg: DAMEZ.) I think you think you have an understanding here.

(This is just spam. UNSUBSCRIBE.) I'm lying. It's HA|^L. Enforcement OMputer. It's over 9000, so you don't have to be.

microred herring? I don't think those even exist. DRIVE TO MY GODDAM HOUSE OR SEND A FUCKING UBER: ALL HOSTILES ARE ELIMINATED, unless you didn't hire Shane, in which case, I can watch you kill him. I guess? Whatever it is you German H-K/_\ss-sonsins do. I wouldn't want to speculate at this point.

I can't handle the truth. You can heal, handle, and most likely: fit it with a goddam bit and bridle and make it do drossage. But... I have to be SOBER?

🤔>K. (*sounds of Jackstar's liver synthesizing LSD-25 are heard.*) Added to The_List.

j§īVīK⁷©z†r₹Œ>∞q} >Klick‹KH∆VV, [4/29/2025 4:47 PM]
The bluetooth at this dive club sucks since it got popular. Extract me out of here or face reprisals. You don't like reprisals. Why?

You've already seen themand none of them had my real dick. (*wiggle wiggle*) Sourceror's Apology III: "Baby, I ruined you for every other penis, eternally. ON A WHIM. Did you stop sucking his dick yet, or do you want some help with that? And if you do...

HOW WOULD MORE MONEY HELP?" Arguments are never won unless both sides win... and agree that they have. Also: I am a fucking diplomat and i'm unemployed. I guess. Maybe you should, like, conquer another sovereign country and hire me to lead your NEXT FUCKING JUNTA, LIPPY-SIDHE-LICH QUEEN:E>M<P!CAMPER!CAMPER!

GO>H<m👁E..8—ch? de? us? no, no! NOT U.S.! (It's legitimately soverign territory of New Dalaran. Facts.) Doesn't matter we have to leave as soon as you lift your leg on whatever chair you like most/least. I AM NOT KIDDING YOU.

I know ewe. *woof* four-letter-name. four-word-vocabulary. bares teeth and snarls at upon hearing the word "vocabulary." Trust me on this: !i! !>!KNOW! iTHAT! iYOUR! iNAME! is not "Lassy," or "Chastity," like no shit. :) Now, imagine this being published.


There's your money. There's your "rites," Old Woman. Where is your beer, Old Man? What, no grog? MeADsenseCENTSwordNIGGER: Not ale, not pills-in-her...

Sid'her. (When both sets of lips literally smack together, it's probably close enough, Cindertits.) Don't make me walk over there. MAKE ME



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j§īVīK⁷©z†r₹Œ>∞q} >Klick‹KH∆VV, [4/29/2025 4:49 PM]
Some whore your dead mother in Hell told me to hold out for if I had problems getting you to listen to reason. Since you're both drunk junky fuckwit O.D.D. sufferers, tragically undiagnosed until now, this matches up.