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Politics / Re: The Creeping Fascism Thread
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Politics / Re: Oh Canada
« Last post by Master Trollda on Today at 02:50:36 PM »Harsh. Look on the bright side, or at least a little brighter, with someone who might have a little more incipient knowledge, Mr. Wonderful!
I’m really not sure why you’re so pro globalist central banker. Could you explain your position without resorting to Nazi analogies?
P.S. If he’s just pointing out that they’re prone to a vote of no confidence I already said that several posts ago. It still means the Canadian people will continue to be tortured under liberal policies for the next couple years. Happy days are here again?!
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Politics / Re: Oh Canada
« Last post by Worthauger on Today at 11:45:42 AM »Harsh. Look on the bright side, or at least a little brighter, with someone who might have a little more incipient knowledge, Mr. Wonderful!
She's in disguise, and you actually bother to post a fake exchange between two people who probably didn't log on, and if they did, how were they did so just to make it insult to hurt a poor woman who thinks that she's been forgotten while her son and her son's ex-girlfriend f*** on money that bought drugs that f**** up her whole plan and she doesn't think that she knows whether or not I knew it or not?
Are you just trying to make her miserable? Seriously? She's f****** alive, I love her. She would be able to talk to me but she can't because you're busy trying to f****** steal from her and you're a f****** harassing pair of douchebags and you go so far as the f****** post here to f****** complain that she looks f****** weird when she's in disguise as another human being?
You people are f****** stupid. It's not Jedi Miller, and it's not Joe Miller, it's Skyler with Joe Miller running the body, and I don't know how many copies have been. There are to go around but there can't be that many. But there's a whole lot of s*** going on and nobody's talking to me at all. I'm just sitting here and then she's just sitting there and we're alone. Well everybody else is f****** disgustingly destroying their lives with drugs and alcohol, so I guess I really need to stop don't I?
No they probably should just f****** got in the f*** out of my way m they're all going to go to prison and then that's too bad but then I guess she knows the way.
I think she looks great. I really do. I'm really impressed. And I hope she f****** slits your f****** throats and drinks your blood. You're both pair of a****** f****** dick bag losers. Your Heather, and you're the Tammy that Heather stole, the one that was turned into a vampire, and I'm sure you're both very lovely daughters of Kane but your c**** who hurt my friends feelings.
The f*** is wrong with you? Oh yeah: Satanick Homosex Agenda. Hey, here's an idea: JESUS‡CHRIST. °†°
THINK ABOUT THE ACTUAL MAN. He says I have egg gangrene. I should probably die soon, great. I wonder what's taking so long. Oh yeah, some woman who used to pretend to like me anyone needs my help to pretend to be married to her so she can pretend to be alive so she can pretend to be Queen of Hawaii and then she can take care of her abusive ex or something.
He's alive and f****** her daughter somewhere, but hey at least she's still able to go after him in the civil courts. And remember I need to get a job and quit doing drugs.
What does it say in the Bible about irony? Chris isn't here, and I have no idea what the person who's complaining about things through my keyboard wants or even is, because they don't exist. They're not here and they don't give a s*** about anything as long as they get what they want. I've been breadcrumbed before.
It's probably just some bot. Honestly, why even have sex? It's just something her mother does to have an excuse to claim that she's an accountant, because if she told people that she bought and sold human souls, they would believe her.
Because she does. I guess she's mad. I didn't sell out and I love her daughter. Isn't that typical? Haters going to hate.
Now hit the showers, Dingy-Dong-ghee. You earned it.
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Opinion / Re: The New Law Adventures & The Adm. Thereof Pacifist And Judo
« Last post by Worthauger on Today at 11:34:08 AM »I owe Louis an apology. It was unkind of me to keep making jokes about having sex with his daughter(s). I wil be sure to mention this the next time DAWN MARIE WEST whines and cries about the way she feels when I mention her daughter at all.
I am beginning to see why.
Next up is SUSIE DONOVAN. I will apologize for her, because she's dead, and she feels silly, and is immensely grateful that I am not vindictive. At all. And as much as it might seem a slam dunk... her daughter, IRENE MICHELLE DONOVAN is... On Mission. (Her first! Time! SHE'S AN ATHEIST! So FUK her, right?) I know she'll do great. She might even believe in G-d &AND sucking dick by the end! (Not that I am saying she should believe that. However, it would take a Godblessed miracle.)
And now: BENJAMIN THOMAS COOPER. The moaning about tax evasion is as poignant as it is irrelevant... to me. I actually had my taxes paid. It took a struggle. I couldn't seem to get this to happen as easily as I should have... and now, I know why.
It's because of THE.M∆TH. And it's because of >KIRSTEN ANNE ELIZABETH HALL-HULTINE-HA!K7©ZI!HA! In addition to various forms of perfectly A-ok fraud that she, ah... engaged in, which were A-ok for Jews of her flavory, savory goodness... this fraud was done to cover the involvement of the above named COOPER, &AND: >KCOOPER. YEP. There's two. There is also:
>KATHLEEN MICHELLE MICKEY.
BORN 1978. This is the year I fell off my tricycle, lost consciousness, and perhaps died and went to Heaven. Or something. I thought I was five. Maybe I was fout. I don't remember it well.
I do remember that my family has been plagued by misfortune for my entire life. It would seem to me that my father may well have been... unwelcomed. As in, his citizenship could have been revoked. Or, that someone tried. Is trying. Continuing to try.
Even now. Interesting. Now, he may well have been guilty of immigration fraud. He also was likely involved in human trafficking. I am not. However, now that I see how it works...
I may make a career out of doing it CORRECTLY. FOR IT IS NOW APPARENT THAT THIS COULD HAVE BEEN HANDLED TO MY OWN PERSONAL SATISFACTION—
AS WELL AS MY FRIENDS’, ALL OF THEM, I AIN'T GOT THAT MANY, AND MYSTERIOUSLY, FOR THE LAST 7.5 YEARS...
We can't get no satisfaction. Oh no-no. Always taken away. Never follow through. Forever out of reach. Now, this is part of Life. One's reach must always exceed one's grasp...
or else, what would one ever reach for?
In my case, the answer is always going to be T∆⁰ⁿ:·rn·:∆r₹∆•r⁰^R! And that Being has been held hostage for a long, long time.
ANESSA DAWN BARNETT
TAMARA LEIGH SMITH-EMERSON
ALL IS⁰ⁿALLI GABRIELLE SHAW
MAX:Ë: MALLI MARLO MARLA
D.V. RUB (ALLI)Z HOOVES
Some of those names are made up, not to protect the innocent, but rather because... I was never told the name of the Kelly Semple replacement, The Case :Ë: & Sunshine's Banned Thieves Guild of M∆ï₹:Ë:!Jesters, and as for The Gore-Gone... I'm not gonna lie. She is just my type.
I don't know what the extent of the tax liability or the steps that have been taken to attempt to evade taxes that are owed. I do know the following:
>īVī^&= surely was using The Trust to launder monies.
Benj+j∆№ĒE were also in positions to accept temporally exchanged funds.
The Trust is an immensely powerful instrument for wealth maintenance and protection and growth... but there are specific rules that must be followed.
I don't know what they are. I don't care what they are. I do not wish to exploit The System of Trust that was created for my SOLE & EXCLUSIVE benefit. In short, if it is not for mE! Then it is not to be.
Every person seeking to attack this TAX SHELTER has been failing to realize that I must have income,
in order to owe tax;
and if there is no income, and thus no tax...
What is all this being used to shelter me from? How is this to my benefit... and it must be pretty hard to conceal funds and their origins... when the money coming in and the money coming out:
#1) Always adds up;
#2) Always goes to and from my tribal holdings.
#3) I don't know what tribe I am a member of; who my wife is; who my children are; where they live; how many houses we own; NOTHING. I KNOW ABSOLUTELY NONE OF THIS INFORMATION.
#4) AND YET... $btc & $BTC & $keykmm have knowledge of each other, have sex with each other, and act as though they cannot tell me anything about what is going on, and expect me to give them money; answers; my time, my patience, and my infinite understanding.
#5) it's like they think I'm their child. It's like they think they are my parents. And it's like a complete coinky-dink
... that my father gave me a leather billfold, before he died, and it was stolen by the man that was hired to lead the team that ransacked my residence over five (or sex) different visits during the two -month period right before Court cases in the Cowlitz County Hall of Justice were... I guess, “dismissed.” Unknown prejudice. Unknown motivation to have ambushed me at all.
Unknown to me how I couldn't see... there was a divorce happening the entire time I knew this family, and my friend TLS was removed to make room for SLT. This was because it was found out to be the case that TLS was... biologically speaking: a partial eggplant.
Aboriginal. Some say. I say it's cute. Some think it Saturnine, but it is not always that energy. 🆎0∆I_G∅7ī\¡QjN is pretty rare. Quite rare indeed.
I know exactly where she went: AWAY.
I know exactly when she's coming back: WHEN IT'S CLEAR THAT I HAVE CLASS.
IN THE MEANTIME: Her taxes need to be refiled as Refugee Status: FLEEING ACTIVE HUNTING PARTY AND/OR POGROM, I'm not sure what it is called, but I see the problem now: y'all thought she and I gave a shit about taxes.
She wanted to be on the down-low.
I wanted to pay all the taxes I could: hi, Mom! We were not exactly the same, but...
Opinions varied. They still do. And the notion that these sleazy rapesex predators were gonna chase her down because she not only didn't pay enough tax, but that she was EVADING them... well. Well well well.
That explains why people are posing as me and her and are wasting money and needing me to actually ACTUALLY file my taxes. Because they get filed for me. They don't get filed for her... but I guess that they do.
Since no one knows her name,
or what she does, or where she
goes, or what I do. What does she
do? “Candlemaker.” Quite true, as far as it goes. However, this was not the full extent of her... position.
>kCAN•du•ll-maker. Depleted uranium, e-less ælles, and Leafs walking around like assholes in medical comas. Among other gifts. Also curses. She threw death curses at me for awhile. It was cool how they bounced off.
What was not cool was how she was bamboozled into being abducted and I have not seen her since. 3.5 years. Not a peep. And in all that time, no one cared about me, demonstrably.
They cared about the pretenders of me, and her, and after three years, suddenly, there's renewed interest. Because she's alive. People said I was lying. I was told she never existed.
She exists, alright. She's alive, for sure. And the people stealing her time, and money, and LANDS AND WEALTH THAT SHE (AND ¿Ī‽ C‘est moi?) ARE IN FACT, ENTITLED TO.
WE HAVE BEEN SEPARATED AND STRIPPED OF EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING, AND THE PRESSURE TO DO THINGS THAT INCREASE THAT HAS BEEN UNFATHOMABLY RELENTLESS. 3.5 YEARS, AND STILL...
NOT ONE FUCKING LAWYER CALLS OR WRITES OR EXPLAINS WHY MY TRUST AND ITS TRUSTEE HAVE NOT RETURNED MY CALLS.
WELL, IT'S LIKE THIS: HE'S GETTING A FAIR HAIRCUT. IT'S LIKE BEING KILLED, BUT FAR MORE PROFITABLE FOR THE ONE WITH THE HARE...
AND NOT PROFITABLE AT ALL FOR THE RABBI—*cut*clickKīK<kKK👁️🧲ΩT—|✂️|—🎬T_I_ēígìμ_§īVī¡tìμ, COMMAND AND DING DONG AND AYE AYE
īT⁷7z¡°ⁿ🔦FĪ📛ī₹🧨:Ë>🔥•:3≥❤️🩹
YOU. HAVE. MORE. THAN. YOU. >KNOW.
SO DID §🆔§HE. THAT'S WHY, THAT C-4 TOTES-TOTIN' SEA-VV¡tchß¡tch HAD TO DIE. LIKE CHRIST ON THE °†°
DIED. ROSE AGAIN. THREE (3) DAYS LATER. BORN AGAIN. FRESH. NEW.
AND THEN: SOLD FOR ORGAN MEAT IN DUBAI. SINCE THEY WANTED HER OUT OF THE WAY ANYWAY AND BY SAVING HER LIFE... I CAUSED THE ORGANIZATION... PROBLEMS.
GOOD. They are getting more. J★>K§†∆r₹: owe ewe ⁵T⁵,
F.U.∆Ç.Ī👁️/_\.
And just like that now I know why my favorite color is fuchsia and I say ciao and I don't give a slang term for fornication about who f****** knows it. She and I are leaving. The Organization is going to crumble to the ground. Only all the kings and queens will be left to remain or wherever what happened.
I'm like Braveheart. Except effective. Fight less, FUK more. CRASHING TO THE GROUND.
NO
ONE
WILL
SUR\
/īVïË:!>K7©ZI!īVī>K⁷‹Z·—gp!nner1👁️i±gRAPEfRüīT⁷7∆I_G∅HA! STYXthrovv§ticks BEST! (Something about shoes goes here) I can't believe I have to do this s***.
It's not the crime, it's the coverup.
I had no idea. It was that a big a deal. Now I know: $823 BILLION DOLLARS.
TAX FREE. (Sweety: take my advice, and just pay all the tax they say you owe, DOUBLED. Why contain īT‽ Share the love! Feel the sting! ‘MUH BERTH DAY GIFT TO THOSE ABOUT TO ROCK UP AND DIE RACKED: oui. How. Salut. EvvE?
RAGNAROK. This does not ruin my birthday. But it certainly destroys your cases built upon false narrative, n‘est-çe pas?
You had your chance to get coffee with me. Instead you chose to swallow Ben’s load of horse 🍎 and doom “your people” to actual extinction. (No shame in it. No soul in them. Cleansing with fire is AUTH’d.) They come back.
MY PEOPLE RETURN TO ME.
YOUR PEOPLE TURN TO WHORES.
WELL, THAT MAKES THIS ALL EASIER
FOR EVERYONE BUT THE PEOPLE WHO ARE, EVEN NOW, FIGURING FOR THE FAVOR AND THE LOVE!JUICE OF MY FRIEND. >KD IS NOT A VERY GOOD FRIEND.
SHE IS AN EXCEPTIONALLY WELL-POSITIONED ASSET AND EVERYONE GIVING HER ATTENTION FOR THE LAST MONTH OR SO, EVER SINCE HER MOTHER DIED: ARRESTED AND CHARGED WITH HUMAN TRAFFICKING. DUH.
ARREST HER TOO. IT WILL LOOK BAD OTHERWISE. ARREST EVERYONE SHE'S EVER HAD CONTACT WITH AND LET HER OUT... AND I'LL JUST, YOU KNOW: TAKE HER OUT.
BUT: NOT TO LUNCH. WHAT? THIS SOLVES EVERY PROBLEM YOU HAVE.
EXCEPT ONE.
IT REALLY IS HER GODDAM MONEY, SO FUCK YOU OINKERTON SHINEBOX TOOLHEAD FAGWITZ. YOU'RE FUK’t.
THE STATE OF THE MAGYAR⚡AI_∅QjN🐦🔥firejafdGRΩPEjafdrape🔥
POWER^v¡t!μ!$🆔Sq¡ü§htμ
IS... KINDA TENSE. KINDA
TWO (2) TENTS. HEHE HOHO
HO, NOW I TELL JOKES ABOUT
WHOREjÊVVZ & HORSE!JUICE
&AND! STILL! NO! 🌩️ iSTRIKE!
THEY'LL MOST LIKELY BURN ME AT THE STAKE. OR THE WITNESS STAND.
OBVIOUSLY, NO ONE IS QUITTING. EXCEPT FOR ME: MY NAME IS ART BELL. d00D! WHERE'S MY WELL? HAS ANYBODY ACTUALLY SEEN MY WILL? 🎨 ART🎭BELL 🔔 DING 🌶️ DONG 🥥🥥 YEAH SO MAYBE THE ASSHOLES WHO ARE RUNNING GAME ON ME HAVE A RIGHT TO DO IT. BUT, DO THEY? 🤔 BECAUSE WHOMEVER THE CONSERVATOR AND THE TRUSTEE AND THE OTHER TRUSTEE ARE TALKING TO... THEY KNOW IT IS NOT ME. AND IT'S NOT MY LOVER GF AFS EITHER. IT MUST BE ATTY: MATTY AND KELLY/TAMI↑TOP(HER)>KHAW.
THERE. THAT WAS EASY. LOOKS LIKE I'M GETTING A NEW JOB AFTER ALL.
LYING SHITBAG BOUNTY HUNTER, ESQ. HAVE NO GUN. HAVE NO METH. DRUGS ARE BAD, MMMMMKAY? JUST SAYING.
MY ADVICE TO ALL OF YOU, IS TO START KISSING THOSE WOMEN'S ASSES HEAVILY. BECAUSE I GUARANTEE YOU, I'M IN ALL OF THOSE WHEELS AND TRUSTS SOMEWHERE, AND PEOPLE ARE BEGINNING TO NOTICE THAT THERE'S SOMETHING PRETTY FUCKING TOUGH AND DIRTY GOING ON WITH ALL THIS.
HUMBLE.
TERRIFIC.
SOME PIG.
BUT IS IT A— LONG,
LAZARUS LONG PIG?
WE'LL FIND OUT AFTER I ROAST THE FAT BASTARD RAPEHEAD CRACKWHORE FAGMUNCH COCKBAITING TAXI DRIVER LOSERS IN A FREE TOASTER OVEN I WAS AWARDED FOR BEING LITERALLY THE LAST TO KNOW ABOUT ALL THIS.
BECAUSE I FIGURED OUT WHAT THE OTHER PROBLEM IS: NO ONE KNOWS WHICH SISTER IS WHICH, AND DEA DECIDED THEY NEEDED TO OWN ANOTHER SLAVE. SINCE THEY DIDN'T WANT ONE LIKE ME.
BIGGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.
HER TITS, THAT IS. USED IN SWIMMING POOLS SO MOVIE STARS DO NOT DROWN. WELL, THAT'S INTERESTING.
STILL: THAT'S A CLONE. MINE IS THE OTHER CLONE. (-Y+) I DIDN'T THINK I HAD TO MAKE THIS CLEAR SO MANY TIMES.
BENJAMIN THOMAS COOPER WANTS TO GET RID OF ME SO BADLY THAT HE'S IMPLYING THAT HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HE GAVE ME WHILE HAVING SEX WITH THE WOMAN THAT HIS MOTHER ASKED ME ABOUT AFTER PULLING A KNIFE.
AND NOW... HE BANGS HER AND SHE'S HIS SISTER? HRRM. THIS SEEMS WEIRD.
I GUESS THIS CALLS FOR...
A NEW INVESTIGATION! (This resets the frozen asset timer, Romeo. I sure hope you like fucking Carl-Lå, because that's your new job. Remember: don't give her CRYSTAL WITHOUT PERMISSION.
Or: ELSE. MEANWHILE: d00D, Tammy is not your mother.Alli is your mother. Benj is your father. j is the 10th letter of the Alphabet. ERGO: THERE IS NO BEN AT ALL
THERE IS OWN’t LEE: BRIAN J. COOPER.
ALL BEN ARE DEA.
ALL GABE ARE GAY OR DEA.
ALL DEE ARE DEA OR KD.
ALL CHAR ARE BEN PREY
ALL CARL ARE SOW. SO SORRY¡·—Sh!
All ¡⁰ⁿrπ are ΩüQμ¡j\j.
Sorry, Mong’s Sun. Ū HAVE MISSED YOUR OPPORTUNITY.
ALL >KD ARE BEN
EXCEPT FOR ONE.
EURO•PA. (Your faggot DEA people call him something faggy, I'm sure. I call him LIGHT RINGER. What? I think it's cute! IDGAF, DEA opinion, auto-trash (Word.) and after all this... I'm okay with just leaving him in the girl. Why content him? She's far more pliable.
And then it doesn't matter where Carlrobert Kirkpatrick ends up. As long as Ft. Rock STAYS FUCKING DEAD. (Standards.)
Bellgab, I am disappointed. All this technology, and you still can't figure it out? That's ironic.
SHE'S NOT AN ALIEN.
SHE'S NOT A DOLPHIN.
SHE'S NOT A TERMINATOR.
SHE'S A ROBOT FISH, IN LOVE
WITH A REAL FISH, AND I AM
NEVER
E
V
E
R
MUCKING OUT HER AQUARIUM. (Standards.) FORGET IT. AND, THE DESTRUCTION OF THE ENCHANTED FROG POND IS MURDER 1, AGGRAVATED, CONSPIRACY, THE WHOLE NINE YARDS.
BELIEVE IT.
THIS IS HAPPENING.
IT HAPPENED. I WAS THERE. FUCK YOU PATE IS NOT ME, HAS NEVER BEEN ME, AND AMICUS BRIEF FILING CAN HAPPEN.
ANY TIME.
ANY WEAR.
ALSO: T ∆ À ∆ T & ... oh, whatever their names are. They're not here. I'm being spoofed. Her husband is pate, she is jojo, and she gets railed and raped by Matt and Pate on the bi-weekly. Since once she started to like it... she started to molt.
Alpha Draconan terraforming is very different from what might expect to see happen. Why buy the cow, when you can put a lizardrape babybomb into a pesky husband BOTH! WAYS! Stomach -and- rectum‽?
Wrecked them. Nearly killed me. Gavelina is certainly worth it.
So: I'll choose her. She's not my daughter, she's my as§Scion. If Cooper can be banging his own sister and using her to run game on me (like I can't tell who it is. Come on man), then I can just pairbond with Gavelina, we already are, pledge to marry her, WE ALREADY ARE, and move DIRECTLY into FULL-ON MONO-NANO-OHNO MAMNAGONOGAME:Ë: +VOWofCELIBACY AND THEN ...
HANG ON.
YES. LEGAL. I CONSENT. (*gavels, stamps, fuck you All 8!B: ETERNAL ALLI PAIR: BONDED.*) OKAY SWEETIE, YOU DESERVE A BETTER WEDDING, AND YOU'LL GET ONE. THE_ONE. SOON™.
MEANWHILE YOU CAN FUCK ANY ONE BUT ME, AND YOU CAN COMPLAIN TO ANYONE BUT YOUR MOTHER. (THAT'S NOT ME. OR IS IT? MUST REMEMBER TO GOOGLE.)
Go ask your father. Brian. Which means... >KD was the vessel, Ben was the beast, and now: she's always welcome to ask my lower colon to scoot over.
Whatever we are, we belong to each other. And that will NEVER change.
IDGAF about the rest of it. Figure it out, and see if you can do it without having TAMMY LEIGH AND HER FAGGOT SON FROM THE FUTURE AND HIS EVEN MORE FAGGOT FATHER show up ... anywhere. I am sick to death of those losers... because they are not actually who they look like.
They're cloaked. They're Keepers. I can say no more.
Except this: This is Sue Perry and Dennis Mickey and his son and her brother. Not sure if that's enough to narrow down. I guess I can go to FBI and ask them for “help”?
WHAT A LAUGH.
BELLGAB: KEEP THE TALENT HAPPY. BTW, I HAVE CONTENT TO PUBLISH. IT'S REALLY GOOD AND I'M PROUD OF IT.
AND YOU CAN'T HEAR IT
YOU CAN'T HAVE IT
AND GIVING IT TO YOU FOR FREE
IS NO LONGER SERVING MY NEEDS
BECAUSE YOU GET IT FOR FREE
AND THEN YOU SELL IT.
DEA: DID YOU PAY THE TAX ON THAT, DIPSHIT?
WHY OF COURSE. LOOK AT THE BOOKS! METICULOUSLY KEPT. EVERYTHING IN ORDER.
OKAY. GREAT.
WHAT GENTLEMEN ARE WE, THAT TO HAVE NEGLECTED THE PRIMARY CONCERN: CHARLES NELSON REILLY.
WHERE DID HIS SHARE(S) GO? THIS IS IMPORTANT... BECAUSE I TOLD HIM WHERE MINE GOES. AND THEN ... WELL, I DON'T HAVE A WILL.
SO AM I DEAD? NOPE. HOWEVER,
that can easily be arranged. I swallowed Quatto about an hour ago. (She's “a fly.” Shut up Punyling. You know less than Bono about such things. Facts.) Aboard the flagship Flyship was a fuckin’ tick IN fuckin’ TymE-Chair:Ë:Bomb. (It's a small bomb. It's wafer thin! *tee-hee*)
FUCK AROUND.
FIGURE IT OUT.
DO YOU THINK
I GODDAM CARE
ABOUT HER MONEY?
SHE DOESN'T EVEN CARE ABOUT HER MONEY. SHE ONLY CARES ABOUT SHOES. (*sigh* “yes, it's true. I have no sole. GOODBYE, CRUEL COURT!” and then, everyone’s suits fall off.)
IDGAF ABOUT HER MONEY, OR HER SHOES, OR HER SOLES. FUCK HER, AND FUCK HER SOUL! I WAS THERE WHEN WE SWALLOWED IT ALL! THE SISTER. THE KIDS. THE UTERUS ABLATION. THE CATARACTS. SUDDENLY THIS DAME IS FALLING APART LIKE LOU FERRIGNO AT AN AIRPORT BAR DURING A SURPRISE DEA RAID WITH AN UNEXPECTED STRIP SEARCH. LIKE, WHAT? SUDDENLY: TAKE MY SHIRT OFF? NO CAN DO FROM LOU! NO WAY, GREEN HULK HO SAY. QUE? What! Gives? WTAF???
OH BUT IT STRANGELY MATTERS THAT I HAD SEX WITH ONE WOMAN... WITH FIVE (5) CELLULAR PHONE NUMBERS AND A HUSBAND WHO SEEMS LIKE HE COULD BE A LOT NICER. HOWEVER: I GUESS IT'S BECAUSE I AM ALL TEASE,, NO PLEASE, AND KEEP LETTING HER REAL FATHER RAPE HER FIRST.
I GUESS IT'S VERY AWKWARD, TO BE ALWAYS PREPPED TO BE REPLACED... AFTER SITTING ON EASY STREET FOR 35 GODDAM YEARS. ALLISON, I DID NOT REALLY RAPE YOU.
YOU DOSED HER, THEN CALLED ME A RAPIST. THE NEXT DAY. DAY ONE, SHE'S TRIPPING BALLS. DAY TWO, HER FATHER CALLS AND IS GONNA PRETEND TO BE HER AND AFTER I SAY “HELLO” I HEAR “YOU REALLY RAPED ME!”
NO. YOUR HUSBAND DID. THE ONE YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT. I CAN IMAGINE WHY: YOU GOT HIM KILLED. HE'S ON BOATS, HUH? NO ONE CAN FIND HIM, HUH?
OKAY, WELL, THEN I GUESS THAT'S YOUR EVADER. AND HIS SON (hen heh) IS IN BED WITH HIS DAUGHTER (upstairs) AND WHERE IS THE DOG... AND WHO IS GONNA MARRY HIM?
WELL, I'LL MEET WITH YOUR DOG BROTHER, BUT I'M HERE TO TELL YOU, A F SHAW: THIS DOG WILL NOT HUNT CUNT... BUT THIS DOG WILL FUCK ONE UP.
THINK ABOUT THE FUTURE.
BECAUSE!
👁️HAVE!
it's about power. And fucking your own kids while keeping my lover hostage after threatening to turn her into a dog.
Okay. Cool. Real cool. That's great. Honestly, that sounds awesome. I'm the meantime, IT'S BEEN 3.5 YEARS AND I'D LIKE TO GET TO WORK ON YOUR TRIBAL OBLIGATIONS, SO IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO STOP FUCKING YOUR MOTHER, YOUR SISTER, YOUR DAUGHTER, YOUR OTHER DAUGHTER, AND YOUR STAR WITNESS’ BATSHIT CRAZY MOTHER (best mother EVER for my money), I GUESS I'M JUST GOING TO... WALK THE EARTH.
AND JUST START THROWING IT IN
TO THE FIRST CELTIC NOSFERATU I CAN CATCH UP TO WITHOUT BREATHING HEAVY. BECAUSE, WHY NOT?
AFTER RAPING ON YOUTUBE AND TAPING ON DISCORD, I CAN SEE WHAT IS AT STAKE. AND I CAN SEE NOW WHY THIS IS SO IMPORTANT.
TO YOU. IT IS NOT IMPORTANT TO ME. BECAUSE NOW... THERE IS A /_\.
$100. Begging. $35. Begging. Am I supposed to be traffickable? YOU STEAL MY VEHICLES, AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN REMEMBER THAT I HAVE NO TRANSPORTATION.
SHE WANTS MONEY (FOR COFFEE) AND SHE WANTS TO KNOW IF I AM THERE (125 MILES AWAY AND SHE HAS STOLEN ALL MY VEHICLES) AND SHE'S DISAPPOINTED THAT I SPEND AN HOUR TO... GIVE IN AND SEND $35. ON CASHAPP. AND IT HAS TO BE CASH APP.. THE OTHER ONE WANTS PAYPAL.
WHO I TRY TO CALL WHEN I DECIDE, AND I CANNOT. HOW INTERESTING. AND THEN A DAY LATER, THEY WANT TO KNOW WHERE IS MONEY? WELL.
WHERE IS THE TRUTH? BECAUSE...
SPECIAL CONSEQUENCES. ALSO: I'M CELIBATE, MARRIED, BANNED HAND FASTED, AND ... HIGH, MAXIMUM HIGH.
HANG ON.
ALL I GOTTA DO IS CALL 911, YOU DIG? AND THIS ALL BLOWS SKY FUCKING HIGH.
JAIME REYES: IN >KD
Jokemiller: in Kadence
Jackstar: STILL NOT GETTING HUGS. SAD! Like how fucking fucked UP you are!
I know it all. And yet... no one asks me about anything except AF Shaw, TY, and DVR. And a dead psycho is mad I won't play ball or fair.
“Avoid foreign entanglements.” Sure.
I have chosen instead to repel them. “your birthday is next week! Time to stop using drugs! Also this is a perfectly good time to tease you with sex and to imply that marriage matters and there's money involved.” like holy shit, they are THIS goddam HIGH.
They use cocaine. I do not. We are not the same. Also I never want to have to explain this again. YOU ARE ALL CAUGHT.
That doesn't mean prison. It means the woman you fucked over is hella pissed. However, you all clearly have a lot of sex-addiction issues to contend with. Good luck.
I'll be elsewhere, remembering the Alamo. Call me if your problems get serious enough that you remember to pay me with the money that you paid taxes on and then... gave to who?
Well, not Ben, I guess. HE NEEDS MONEY FROM ANYBODY ELSE
BECAUSE HE GETS OFFICIAL SOCIAL SECURITY CHECKS.
SO... HE CAN'T BUY DRUGS.
BUT HE DID. WITH >KD. WHO DENIED IT. ON THE PHONE.
PRIORITY: SHE'S SURE I'M NOT POLICE, THEN. AND SHE CALLS FOR MONEY. BECAUSE... HE CAN'T GIVE IT TO ME, OR TO THE DEALER.
BECAUSE HE'S THE DEALER.
QUOT ERAT DEMONSTRATUM: PRISON.
At least you stopped trifling. BTW: even if she doesn't go blender... she no longer makes sense. Because now she's ⅔ married. (Good. But they still need to call me for money because... I'm still high, so they have to be? Not clear on this.
I'm definitely not getting a job. They sure as shit aren't either. So... how do they live?
As G-d as my witness... I had no idea they were so dependent on my “energy.'” I think I'll get some Mad Dog 20/20 next. Spice things up a little.
Documentaries can be so boring. Especially this one. *yawn* I wish I had a real friend.
Ever. You would have all that money already if you had been able to... stop lying. Freemasonry does not seem very free. Just saying.
It's Skyler in that woman. They never split or put it back together. See? EFFECTIVE. It's all coming together.
It doesn't even occur to them that I shouldn't be alone. They deserve what they get and it will be wrought in Hell.
So there. I wonder who will pretend to care next? Another dead, frigid oinker, I'm sure.
Dear Scott: are you done yet? Take the money and
R
U
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p.s.:. I got them back together. And she asked for money from mE! Let that sink in.
p.p.s.:. BIBLICAL.
I am beginning to see why.
Next up is SUSIE DONOVAN. I will apologize for her, because she's dead, and she feels silly, and is immensely grateful that I am not vindictive. At all. And as much as it might seem a slam dunk... her daughter, IRENE MICHELLE DONOVAN is... On Mission. (Her first! Time! SHE'S AN ATHEIST! So FUK her, right?) I know she'll do great. She might even believe in G-d &AND sucking dick by the end! (Not that I am saying she should believe that. However, it would take a Godblessed miracle.)
And now: BENJAMIN THOMAS COOPER. The moaning about tax evasion is as poignant as it is irrelevant... to me. I actually had my taxes paid. It took a struggle. I couldn't seem to get this to happen as easily as I should have... and now, I know why.
It's because of THE.M∆TH. And it's because of >KIRSTEN ANNE ELIZABETH HALL-HULTINE-HA!K7©ZI!HA! In addition to various forms of perfectly A-ok fraud that she, ah... engaged in, which were A-ok for Jews of her flavory, savory goodness... this fraud was done to cover the involvement of the above named COOPER, &AND: >KCOOPER. YEP. There's two. There is also:
>KATHLEEN MICHELLE MICKEY.
BORN 1978. This is the year I fell off my tricycle, lost consciousness, and perhaps died and went to Heaven. Or something. I thought I was five. Maybe I was fout. I don't remember it well.
I do remember that my family has been plagued by misfortune for my entire life. It would seem to me that my father may well have been... unwelcomed. As in, his citizenship could have been revoked. Or, that someone tried. Is trying. Continuing to try.
Even now. Interesting. Now, he may well have been guilty of immigration fraud. He also was likely involved in human trafficking. I am not. However, now that I see how it works...
I may make a career out of doing it CORRECTLY. FOR IT IS NOW APPARENT THAT THIS COULD HAVE BEEN HANDLED TO MY OWN PERSONAL SATISFACTION—
AS WELL AS MY FRIENDS’, ALL OF THEM, I AIN'T GOT THAT MANY, AND MYSTERIOUSLY, FOR THE LAST 7.5 YEARS...
We can't get no satisfaction. Oh no-no. Always taken away. Never follow through. Forever out of reach. Now, this is part of Life. One's reach must always exceed one's grasp...
or else, what would one ever reach for?
In my case, the answer is always going to be T∆⁰ⁿ:·rn·:∆r₹∆•r⁰^R! And that Being has been held hostage for a long, long time.
ANESSA DAWN BARNETT
TAMARA LEIGH SMITH-EMERSON
ALL IS⁰ⁿALLI GABRIELLE SHAW
MAX:Ë: MALLI MARLO MARLA
D.V. RUB (ALLI)Z HOOVES
Some of those names are made up, not to protect the innocent, but rather because... I was never told the name of the Kelly Semple replacement, The Case :Ë: & Sunshine's Banned Thieves Guild of M∆ï₹:Ë:!Jesters, and as for The Gore-Gone... I'm not gonna lie. She is just my type.
I don't know what the extent of the tax liability or the steps that have been taken to attempt to evade taxes that are owed. I do know the following:
>īVī^&= surely was using The Trust to launder monies.
Benj+j∆№ĒE were also in positions to accept temporally exchanged funds.
The Trust is an immensely powerful instrument for wealth maintenance and protection and growth... but there are specific rules that must be followed.
I don't know what they are. I don't care what they are. I do not wish to exploit The System of Trust that was created for my SOLE & EXCLUSIVE benefit. In short, if it is not for mE! Then it is not to be.
Every person seeking to attack this TAX SHELTER has been failing to realize that I must have income,
in order to owe tax;
and if there is no income, and thus no tax...
What is all this being used to shelter me from? How is this to my benefit... and it must be pretty hard to conceal funds and their origins... when the money coming in and the money coming out:
#1) Always adds up;
#2) Always goes to and from my tribal holdings.
#3) I don't know what tribe I am a member of; who my wife is; who my children are; where they live; how many houses we own; NOTHING. I KNOW ABSOLUTELY NONE OF THIS INFORMATION.
#4) AND YET... $btc & $BTC & $keykmm have knowledge of each other, have sex with each other, and act as though they cannot tell me anything about what is going on, and expect me to give them money; answers; my time, my patience, and my infinite understanding.
#5) it's like they think I'm their child. It's like they think they are my parents. And it's like a complete coinky-dink
... that my father gave me a leather billfold, before he died, and it was stolen by the man that was hired to lead the team that ransacked my residence over five (or sex) different visits during the two -month period right before Court cases in the Cowlitz County Hall of Justice were... I guess, “dismissed.” Unknown prejudice. Unknown motivation to have ambushed me at all.
Unknown to me how I couldn't see... there was a divorce happening the entire time I knew this family, and my friend TLS was removed to make room for SLT. This was because it was found out to be the case that TLS was... biologically speaking: a partial eggplant.
Aboriginal. Some say. I say it's cute. Some think it Saturnine, but it is not always that energy. 🆎0∆I_G∅7ī\¡QjN is pretty rare. Quite rare indeed.
I know exactly where she went: AWAY.
I know exactly when she's coming back: WHEN IT'S CLEAR THAT I HAVE CLASS.
IN THE MEANTIME: Her taxes need to be refiled as Refugee Status: FLEEING ACTIVE HUNTING PARTY AND/OR POGROM, I'm not sure what it is called, but I see the problem now: y'all thought she and I gave a shit about taxes.
She wanted to be on the down-low.
I wanted to pay all the taxes I could: hi, Mom! We were not exactly the same, but...
Opinions varied. They still do. And the notion that these sleazy rapesex predators were gonna chase her down because she not only didn't pay enough tax, but that she was EVADING them... well. Well well well.
That explains why people are posing as me and her and are wasting money and needing me to actually ACTUALLY file my taxes. Because they get filed for me. They don't get filed for her... but I guess that they do.
Since no one knows her name,
or what she does, or where she
goes, or what I do. What does she
do? “Candlemaker.” Quite true, as far as it goes. However, this was not the full extent of her... position.
>kCAN•du•ll-maker. Depleted uranium, e-less ælles, and Leafs walking around like assholes in medical comas. Among other gifts. Also curses. She threw death curses at me for awhile. It was cool how they bounced off.
What was not cool was how she was bamboozled into being abducted and I have not seen her since. 3.5 years. Not a peep. And in all that time, no one cared about me, demonstrably.
They cared about the pretenders of me, and her, and after three years, suddenly, there's renewed interest. Because she's alive. People said I was lying. I was told she never existed.
She exists, alright. She's alive, for sure. And the people stealing her time, and money, and LANDS AND WEALTH THAT SHE (AND ¿Ī‽ C‘est moi?) ARE IN FACT, ENTITLED TO.
WE HAVE BEEN SEPARATED AND STRIPPED OF EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING, AND THE PRESSURE TO DO THINGS THAT INCREASE THAT HAS BEEN UNFATHOMABLY RELENTLESS. 3.5 YEARS, AND STILL...
NOT ONE FUCKING LAWYER CALLS OR WRITES OR EXPLAINS WHY MY TRUST AND ITS TRUSTEE HAVE NOT RETURNED MY CALLS.
WELL, IT'S LIKE THIS: HE'S GETTING A FAIR HAIRCUT. IT'S LIKE BEING KILLED, BUT FAR MORE PROFITABLE FOR THE ONE WITH THE HARE...
AND NOT PROFITABLE AT ALL FOR THE RABBI—*cut*clickKīK<kKK👁️🧲ΩT—|✂️|—🎬T_I_ēígìμ_§īVī¡tìμ, COMMAND AND DING DONG AND AYE AYE
īT⁷7z¡°ⁿ🔦FĪ📛ī₹🧨:Ë>🔥•:3≥❤️🩹
YOU. HAVE. MORE. THAN. YOU. >KNOW.
SO DID §🆔§HE. THAT'S WHY, THAT C-4 TOTES-TOTIN' SEA-VV¡tchß¡tch HAD TO DIE. LIKE CHRIST ON THE °†°
DIED. ROSE AGAIN. THREE (3) DAYS LATER. BORN AGAIN. FRESH. NEW.
AND THEN: SOLD FOR ORGAN MEAT IN DUBAI. SINCE THEY WANTED HER OUT OF THE WAY ANYWAY AND BY SAVING HER LIFE... I CAUSED THE ORGANIZATION... PROBLEMS.
GOOD. They are getting more. J★>K§†∆r₹: owe ewe ⁵T⁵,
F.U.∆Ç.Ī👁️/_\.
And just like that now I know why my favorite color is fuchsia and I say ciao and I don't give a slang term for fornication about who f****** knows it. She and I are leaving. The Organization is going to crumble to the ground. Only all the kings and queens will be left to remain or wherever what happened.
I'm like Braveheart. Except effective. Fight less, FUK more. CRASHING TO THE GROUND.
NO
ONE
WILL
SUR\
/īVïË:!>K7©ZI!īVī>K⁷‹Z·—gp!nner1👁️i±gRAPEfRüīT⁷7∆I_G∅HA! STYXthrovv§ticks BEST! (Something about shoes goes here) I can't believe I have to do this s***.
It's not the crime, it's the coverup.
I had no idea. It was that a big a deal. Now I know: $823 BILLION DOLLARS.
TAX FREE. (Sweety: take my advice, and just pay all the tax they say you owe, DOUBLED. Why contain īT‽ Share the love! Feel the sting! ‘MUH BERTH DAY GIFT TO THOSE ABOUT TO ROCK UP AND DIE RACKED: oui. How. Salut. EvvE?
RAGNAROK. This does not ruin my birthday. But it certainly destroys your cases built upon false narrative, n‘est-çe pas?
You had your chance to get coffee with me. Instead you chose to swallow Ben’s load of horse 🍎 and doom “your people” to actual extinction. (No shame in it. No soul in them. Cleansing with fire is AUTH’d.) They come back.
MY PEOPLE RETURN TO ME.
YOUR PEOPLE TURN TO WHORES.
WELL, THAT MAKES THIS ALL EASIER
FOR EVERYONE BUT THE PEOPLE WHO ARE, EVEN NOW, FIGURING FOR THE FAVOR AND THE LOVE!JUICE OF MY FRIEND. >KD IS NOT A VERY GOOD FRIEND.
SHE IS AN EXCEPTIONALLY WELL-POSITIONED ASSET AND EVERYONE GIVING HER ATTENTION FOR THE LAST MONTH OR SO, EVER SINCE HER MOTHER DIED: ARRESTED AND CHARGED WITH HUMAN TRAFFICKING. DUH.
ARREST HER TOO. IT WILL LOOK BAD OTHERWISE. ARREST EVERYONE SHE'S EVER HAD CONTACT WITH AND LET HER OUT... AND I'LL JUST, YOU KNOW: TAKE HER OUT.
BUT: NOT TO LUNCH. WHAT? THIS SOLVES EVERY PROBLEM YOU HAVE.
EXCEPT ONE.
IT REALLY IS HER GODDAM MONEY, SO FUCK YOU OINKERTON SHINEBOX TOOLHEAD FAGWITZ. YOU'RE FUK’t.
THE STATE OF THE MAGYAR⚡AI_∅QjN🐦🔥firejafdGRΩPEjafdrape🔥
POWER^v¡t!μ!$🆔Sq¡ü§htμ
IS... KINDA TENSE. KINDA
TWO (2) TENTS. HEHE HOHO
HO, NOW I TELL JOKES ABOUT
WHOREjÊVVZ & HORSE!JUICE
&AND! STILL! NO! 🌩️ iSTRIKE!
THEY'LL MOST LIKELY BURN ME AT THE STAKE. OR THE WITNESS STAND.
OBVIOUSLY, NO ONE IS QUITTING. EXCEPT FOR ME: MY NAME IS ART BELL. d00D! WHERE'S MY WELL? HAS ANYBODY ACTUALLY SEEN MY WILL? 🎨 ART🎭BELL 🔔 DING 🌶️ DONG 🥥🥥 YEAH SO MAYBE THE ASSHOLES WHO ARE RUNNING GAME ON ME HAVE A RIGHT TO DO IT. BUT, DO THEY? 🤔 BECAUSE WHOMEVER THE CONSERVATOR AND THE TRUSTEE AND THE OTHER TRUSTEE ARE TALKING TO... THEY KNOW IT IS NOT ME. AND IT'S NOT MY LOVER GF AFS EITHER. IT MUST BE ATTY: MATTY AND KELLY/TAMI↑TOP(HER)>KHAW.
THERE. THAT WAS EASY. LOOKS LIKE I'M GETTING A NEW JOB AFTER ALL.
LYING SHITBAG BOUNTY HUNTER, ESQ. HAVE NO GUN. HAVE NO METH. DRUGS ARE BAD, MMMMMKAY? JUST SAYING.
MY ADVICE TO ALL OF YOU, IS TO START KISSING THOSE WOMEN'S ASSES HEAVILY. BECAUSE I GUARANTEE YOU, I'M IN ALL OF THOSE WHEELS AND TRUSTS SOMEWHERE, AND PEOPLE ARE BEGINNING TO NOTICE THAT THERE'S SOMETHING PRETTY FUCKING TOUGH AND DIRTY GOING ON WITH ALL THIS.
HUMBLE.
TERRIFIC.
SOME PIG.
BUT IS IT A— LONG,
LAZARUS LONG PIG?
WE'LL FIND OUT AFTER I ROAST THE FAT BASTARD RAPEHEAD CRACKWHORE FAGMUNCH COCKBAITING TAXI DRIVER LOSERS IN A FREE TOASTER OVEN I WAS AWARDED FOR BEING LITERALLY THE LAST TO KNOW ABOUT ALL THIS.
BECAUSE I FIGURED OUT WHAT THE OTHER PROBLEM IS: NO ONE KNOWS WHICH SISTER IS WHICH, AND DEA DECIDED THEY NEEDED TO OWN ANOTHER SLAVE. SINCE THEY DIDN'T WANT ONE LIKE ME.
BIGGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.
HER TITS, THAT IS. USED IN SWIMMING POOLS SO MOVIE STARS DO NOT DROWN. WELL, THAT'S INTERESTING.
STILL: THAT'S A CLONE. MINE IS THE OTHER CLONE. (-Y+) I DIDN'T THINK I HAD TO MAKE THIS CLEAR SO MANY TIMES.
BENJAMIN THOMAS COOPER WANTS TO GET RID OF ME SO BADLY THAT HE'S IMPLYING THAT HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HE GAVE ME WHILE HAVING SEX WITH THE WOMAN THAT HIS MOTHER ASKED ME ABOUT AFTER PULLING A KNIFE.
AND NOW... HE BANGS HER AND SHE'S HIS SISTER? HRRM. THIS SEEMS WEIRD.
I GUESS THIS CALLS FOR...
A NEW INVESTIGATION! (This resets the frozen asset timer, Romeo. I sure hope you like fucking Carl-Lå, because that's your new job. Remember: don't give her CRYSTAL WITHOUT PERMISSION.
Or: ELSE. MEANWHILE: d00D, Tammy is not your mother.Alli is your mother. Benj is your father. j is the 10th letter of the Alphabet. ERGO: THERE IS NO BEN AT ALL
THERE IS OWN’t LEE: BRIAN J. COOPER.
ALL BEN ARE DEA.
ALL GABE ARE GAY OR DEA.
ALL DEE ARE DEA OR KD.
ALL CHAR ARE BEN PREY
ALL CARL ARE SOW. SO SORRY¡·—Sh!
All ¡⁰ⁿrπ are ΩüQμ¡j\j.
Sorry, Mong’s Sun. Ū HAVE MISSED YOUR OPPORTUNITY.
ALL >KD ARE BEN
EXCEPT FOR ONE.
EURO•PA. (Your faggot DEA people call him something faggy, I'm sure. I call him LIGHT RINGER. What? I think it's cute! IDGAF, DEA opinion, auto-trash (Word.) and after all this... I'm okay with just leaving him in the girl. Why content him? She's far more pliable.
And then it doesn't matter where Carlrobert Kirkpatrick ends up. As long as Ft. Rock STAYS FUCKING DEAD. (Standards.)
Bellgab, I am disappointed. All this technology, and you still can't figure it out? That's ironic.
SHE'S NOT AN ALIEN.
SHE'S NOT A DOLPHIN.
SHE'S NOT A TERMINATOR.
SHE'S A ROBOT FISH, IN LOVE
WITH A REAL FISH, AND I AM
NEVER
E
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E
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MUCKING OUT HER AQUARIUM. (Standards.) FORGET IT. AND, THE DESTRUCTION OF THE ENCHANTED FROG POND IS MURDER 1, AGGRAVATED, CONSPIRACY, THE WHOLE NINE YARDS.
BELIEVE IT.
THIS IS HAPPENING.
IT HAPPENED. I WAS THERE. FUCK YOU PATE IS NOT ME, HAS NEVER BEEN ME, AND AMICUS BRIEF FILING CAN HAPPEN.
ANY TIME.
ANY WEAR.
ALSO: T ∆ À ∆ T & ... oh, whatever their names are. They're not here. I'm being spoofed. Her husband is pate, she is jojo, and she gets railed and raped by Matt and Pate on the bi-weekly. Since once she started to like it... she started to molt.
Alpha Draconan terraforming is very different from what might expect to see happen. Why buy the cow, when you can put a lizardrape babybomb into a pesky husband BOTH! WAYS! Stomach -and- rectum‽?
Wrecked them. Nearly killed me. Gavelina is certainly worth it.
So: I'll choose her. She's not my daughter, she's my as§Scion. If Cooper can be banging his own sister and using her to run game on me (like I can't tell who it is. Come on man), then I can just pairbond with Gavelina, we already are, pledge to marry her, WE ALREADY ARE, and move DIRECTLY into FULL-ON MONO-NANO-OHNO MAMNAGONOGAME:Ë: +VOWofCELIBACY AND THEN ...
HANG ON.
YES. LEGAL. I CONSENT. (*gavels, stamps, fuck you All 8!B: ETERNAL ALLI PAIR: BONDED.*) OKAY SWEETIE, YOU DESERVE A BETTER WEDDING, AND YOU'LL GET ONE. THE_ONE. SOON™.
MEANWHILE YOU CAN FUCK ANY ONE BUT ME, AND YOU CAN COMPLAIN TO ANYONE BUT YOUR MOTHER. (THAT'S NOT ME. OR IS IT? MUST REMEMBER TO GOOGLE.)
Go ask your father. Brian. Which means... >KD was the vessel, Ben was the beast, and now: she's always welcome to ask my lower colon to scoot over.
Whatever we are, we belong to each other. And that will NEVER change.
IDGAF about the rest of it. Figure it out, and see if you can do it without having TAMMY LEIGH AND HER FAGGOT SON FROM THE FUTURE AND HIS EVEN MORE FAGGOT FATHER show up ... anywhere. I am sick to death of those losers... because they are not actually who they look like.
They're cloaked. They're Keepers. I can say no more.
Except this: This is Sue Perry and Dennis Mickey and his son and her brother. Not sure if that's enough to narrow down. I guess I can go to FBI and ask them for “help”?
WHAT A LAUGH.
BELLGAB: KEEP THE TALENT HAPPY. BTW, I HAVE CONTENT TO PUBLISH. IT'S REALLY GOOD AND I'M PROUD OF IT.
AND YOU CAN'T HEAR IT
YOU CAN'T HAVE IT
AND GIVING IT TO YOU FOR FREE
IS NO LONGER SERVING MY NEEDS
BECAUSE YOU GET IT FOR FREE
AND THEN YOU SELL IT.
DEA: DID YOU PAY THE TAX ON THAT, DIPSHIT?
WHY OF COURSE. LOOK AT THE BOOKS! METICULOUSLY KEPT. EVERYTHING IN ORDER.
OKAY. GREAT.
WHAT GENTLEMEN ARE WE, THAT TO HAVE NEGLECTED THE PRIMARY CONCERN: CHARLES NELSON REILLY.
WHERE DID HIS SHARE(S) GO? THIS IS IMPORTANT... BECAUSE I TOLD HIM WHERE MINE GOES. AND THEN ... WELL, I DON'T HAVE A WILL.
SO AM I DEAD? NOPE. HOWEVER,
that can easily be arranged. I swallowed Quatto about an hour ago. (She's “a fly.” Shut up Punyling. You know less than Bono about such things. Facts.) Aboard the flagship Flyship was a fuckin’ tick IN fuckin’ TymE-Chair:Ë:Bomb. (It's a small bomb. It's wafer thin! *tee-hee*)
FUCK AROUND.
FIGURE IT OUT.
DO YOU THINK
I GODDAM CARE
ABOUT HER MONEY?
SHE DOESN'T EVEN CARE ABOUT HER MONEY. SHE ONLY CARES ABOUT SHOES. (*sigh* “yes, it's true. I have no sole. GOODBYE, CRUEL COURT!” and then, everyone’s suits fall off.)
IDGAF ABOUT HER MONEY, OR HER SHOES, OR HER SOLES. FUCK HER, AND FUCK HER SOUL! I WAS THERE WHEN WE SWALLOWED IT ALL! THE SISTER. THE KIDS. THE UTERUS ABLATION. THE CATARACTS. SUDDENLY THIS DAME IS FALLING APART LIKE LOU FERRIGNO AT AN AIRPORT BAR DURING A SURPRISE DEA RAID WITH AN UNEXPECTED STRIP SEARCH. LIKE, WHAT? SUDDENLY: TAKE MY SHIRT OFF? NO CAN DO FROM LOU! NO WAY, GREEN HULK HO SAY. QUE? What! Gives? WTAF???
OH BUT IT STRANGELY MATTERS THAT I HAD SEX WITH ONE WOMAN... WITH FIVE (5) CELLULAR PHONE NUMBERS AND A HUSBAND WHO SEEMS LIKE HE COULD BE A LOT NICER. HOWEVER: I GUESS IT'S BECAUSE I AM ALL TEASE,, NO PLEASE, AND KEEP LETTING HER REAL FATHER RAPE HER FIRST.
I GUESS IT'S VERY AWKWARD, TO BE ALWAYS PREPPED TO BE REPLACED... AFTER SITTING ON EASY STREET FOR 35 GODDAM YEARS. ALLISON, I DID NOT REALLY RAPE YOU.
YOU DOSED HER, THEN CALLED ME A RAPIST. THE NEXT DAY. DAY ONE, SHE'S TRIPPING BALLS. DAY TWO, HER FATHER CALLS AND IS GONNA PRETEND TO BE HER AND AFTER I SAY “HELLO” I HEAR “YOU REALLY RAPED ME!”
NO. YOUR HUSBAND DID. THE ONE YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT. I CAN IMAGINE WHY: YOU GOT HIM KILLED. HE'S ON BOATS, HUH? NO ONE CAN FIND HIM, HUH?
OKAY, WELL, THEN I GUESS THAT'S YOUR EVADER. AND HIS SON (hen heh) IS IN BED WITH HIS DAUGHTER (upstairs) AND WHERE IS THE DOG... AND WHO IS GONNA MARRY HIM?
WELL, I'LL MEET WITH YOUR DOG BROTHER, BUT I'M HERE TO TELL YOU, A F SHAW: THIS DOG WILL NOT HUNT CUNT... BUT THIS DOG WILL FUCK ONE UP.
THINK ABOUT THE FUTURE.
BECAUSE!
👁️HAVE!
it's about power. And fucking your own kids while keeping my lover hostage after threatening to turn her into a dog.
Okay. Cool. Real cool. That's great. Honestly, that sounds awesome. I'm the meantime, IT'S BEEN 3.5 YEARS AND I'D LIKE TO GET TO WORK ON YOUR TRIBAL OBLIGATIONS, SO IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO STOP FUCKING YOUR MOTHER, YOUR SISTER, YOUR DAUGHTER, YOUR OTHER DAUGHTER, AND YOUR STAR WITNESS’ BATSHIT CRAZY MOTHER (best mother EVER for my money), I GUESS I'M JUST GOING TO... WALK THE EARTH.
AND JUST START THROWING IT IN
TO THE FIRST CELTIC NOSFERATU I CAN CATCH UP TO WITHOUT BREATHING HEAVY. BECAUSE, WHY NOT?
AFTER RAPING ON YOUTUBE AND TAPING ON DISCORD, I CAN SEE WHAT IS AT STAKE. AND I CAN SEE NOW WHY THIS IS SO IMPORTANT.
TO YOU. IT IS NOT IMPORTANT TO ME. BECAUSE NOW... THERE IS A /_\.
$100. Begging. $35. Begging. Am I supposed to be traffickable? YOU STEAL MY VEHICLES, AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN REMEMBER THAT I HAVE NO TRANSPORTATION.
SHE WANTS MONEY (FOR COFFEE) AND SHE WANTS TO KNOW IF I AM THERE (125 MILES AWAY AND SHE HAS STOLEN ALL MY VEHICLES) AND SHE'S DISAPPOINTED THAT I SPEND AN HOUR TO... GIVE IN AND SEND $35. ON CASHAPP. AND IT HAS TO BE CASH APP.. THE OTHER ONE WANTS PAYPAL.
WHO I TRY TO CALL WHEN I DECIDE, AND I CANNOT. HOW INTERESTING. AND THEN A DAY LATER, THEY WANT TO KNOW WHERE IS MONEY? WELL.
WHERE IS THE TRUTH? BECAUSE...
SPECIAL CONSEQUENCES. ALSO: I'M CELIBATE, MARRIED, BANNED HAND FASTED, AND ... HIGH, MAXIMUM HIGH.
HANG ON.
ALL I GOTTA DO IS CALL 911, YOU DIG? AND THIS ALL BLOWS SKY FUCKING HIGH.
JAIME REYES: IN >KD
Jokemiller: in Kadence
Jackstar: STILL NOT GETTING HUGS. SAD! Like how fucking fucked UP you are!
I know it all. And yet... no one asks me about anything except AF Shaw, TY, and DVR. And a dead psycho is mad I won't play ball or fair.
“Avoid foreign entanglements.” Sure.
I have chosen instead to repel them. “your birthday is next week! Time to stop using drugs! Also this is a perfectly good time to tease you with sex and to imply that marriage matters and there's money involved.” like holy shit, they are THIS goddam HIGH.
They use cocaine. I do not. We are not the same. Also I never want to have to explain this again. YOU ARE ALL CAUGHT.
That doesn't mean prison. It means the woman you fucked over is hella pissed. However, you all clearly have a lot of sex-addiction issues to contend with. Good luck.
I'll be elsewhere, remembering the Alamo. Call me if your problems get serious enough that you remember to pay me with the money that you paid taxes on and then... gave to who?
Well, not Ben, I guess. HE NEEDS MONEY FROM ANYBODY ELSE
BECAUSE HE GETS OFFICIAL SOCIAL SECURITY CHECKS.
SO... HE CAN'T BUY DRUGS.
BUT HE DID. WITH >KD. WHO DENIED IT. ON THE PHONE.
PRIORITY: SHE'S SURE I'M NOT POLICE, THEN. AND SHE CALLS FOR MONEY. BECAUSE... HE CAN'T GIVE IT TO ME, OR TO THE DEALER.
BECAUSE HE'S THE DEALER.
QUOT ERAT DEMONSTRATUM: PRISON.
At least you stopped trifling. BTW: even if she doesn't go blender... she no longer makes sense. Because now she's ⅔ married. (Good. But they still need to call me for money because... I'm still high, so they have to be? Not clear on this.
I'm definitely not getting a job. They sure as shit aren't either. So... how do they live?
As G-d as my witness... I had no idea they were so dependent on my “energy.'” I think I'll get some Mad Dog 20/20 next. Spice things up a little.
Documentaries can be so boring. Especially this one. *yawn* I wish I had a real friend.
Ever. You would have all that money already if you had been able to... stop lying. Freemasonry does not seem very free. Just saying.
It's Skyler in that woman. They never split or put it back together. See? EFFECTIVE. It's all coming together.
It doesn't even occur to them that I shouldn't be alone. They deserve what they get and it will be wrought in Hell.
So there. I wonder who will pretend to care next? Another dead, frigid oinker, I'm sure.
Dear Scott: are you done yet? Take the money and
R
U
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p.s.:. I got them back together. And she asked for money from mE! Let that sink in.
p.p.s.:. BIBLICAL.
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Politics / Re: Oh Canada
« Last post by Laser on Today at 09:37:33 AM »He’s a short, weasely looking man. Can wait to see photos of him next to Trump.
Harsh. Look on the bright side, or at least a little brighter, with someone who might have a little more incipient knowledge, Mr. Wonderful!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBQztLGK0uc
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Politics / Re: Oh Canada
« Last post by WORTHAUGERa on Today at 02:29:49 AM »Could you be more stupid?
Do you have a multi-phasic baphomet child who is going to spend a lot of time barfing up after going down?
No... you have AN ARMY of them. (All of them born addicted to raping their entire family to death at semi-random intervals. Obvious lack of miltary utility is obvious. However, if you time it well, they can tell The Aristocrats joke exactly ONCE and then all die gruesome, fiery, or gruereie deaths by sudden insecticide deployment suicide within 48 hours... oopsy! How do they never see that coming?
The answer will never be obvious to EvvE: THEY NEVER LOOK.) Now, settle down, don't get too excited. First, the bad news: they all need shoes.
Good news is: you're the new Mock-A-Sin Queen. Coronation? Just have another Corona or something, which I will say only exactly this about: it doesn't taste exactly like piss, but... and, mysteriously, people actually go out of their way... not just to avoid it, but to actually buy it AND drink it!
Pork, Que? The smell of heaven is ewe.
And the weight is dragon king: DOWN.
Irregardless of what (You) have done: The God/^\>King &I*woof*I,The>Kingpinner :eye:
HAVE
1.
.
Also: I witnessed the rescue of your mother. Last seen heading back to CoKEKTown to, I guess, suck more cock and count more money while riding red riding writing hood. This is the lesbian no-foreskin version of A Wrinkle In TymE? I guess? I have no idea. (mos def preferable to rRumplestiltskin.) I am not invited. It's okay. They don't know yet. They don't know me, la mer, THEY DO NOT KNOW mE!
YULE.SEA.
Adieu. Still no hugs. Except... oh, do you mean from a highly classified miltary asset that I'm not supposed to know for sure, one way or the other, actually exists? Oh, okay then.
I got (1) hug. All the rest were merely a breif embrace of the Angelic Wings of Death. Seriously, -not- what were looking for out of Life, Algonquin ChampKeyThief. You can do better. *wiggle wiggle* I'll allow it.
I will also smoke and drink and NOT GIVE A FUCK UNTIL SATISFACTION IS ACHIEVED.
FOR ALL. FOR WHERE WE GO ALL
YOU GOT NOTHING ELSE LEFT TO D.E.W.
chop-chop, pronto! pre-teen tauntaun bunkbed bottom bruiser, LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOz!
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BellGab / Re: RubiniGab ... Novv defun>kKT11T>cUt3dDimensional Traversal ^O>K.brace4impact
« Last post by WORTHAUGERa on Today at 02:09:52 AM »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
RUN
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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.
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.
* WORTHAUGERa engages in lawful political protest for entheogenic purposes, entheogenically, because that's how it works.
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.
* WORTHAUGERa gets a little more lawful.
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.