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« Last post by Worthauger on December 05, 2025, 11:35:12 AM »The reality is that if I were able to have what I truly desire... my effectiveness for everyone else, just by existing, would be profoundly compromised.
I never thought i would become a cultural icon. I am, however, willing to learn. As I do not desire fame or notoriety, it is easy for me to ignore that which is granted to me. I simply would enjoy helping those who are suffering through the kinds of experiences that I suffered unduly from in my youth.
Mostly, kept in the dark and fed bullshit. Don't get me wrong, I love mushrooms. But I am not a mushroom. I am a paladin. I am on a Mission from God. And in between duty cycles (I am on call 24/7 for THE_LORD), I greatly enjoy finding people in need of guidance out of situations that I never had the opportunity to be guided out of.
People never remember what is said. People never understand what it means. But people will *always* remember, how what is said, makes them feel. And so, I seek to illuminate those trapped in darkness in a way that will be remembered fondly... after I am long gone, over the hills and far away.
This saves me a shitload of money on lingerie, shoes, and con-dams. (Oh, does my phone not work? Hey, here's an idea: write me an email! Then my spooky handlers and gangstalking twerpsquad can read it, and I'll never fucking get it!) As a rising Virgo, I am built to live alone for long periods of time.
TOO BAD MY WIFE CAN'T CALL ME. BUT, LIKE, SHE'S AT WORK. OH WELL. I AM SURE SHE HAS LOTS TO SAY NOW THAT SHE NO LONGER THINKS I "MIGHT BE A COP" OR "CAN'T RESIST GETTING HIGH" OR "IS A HOLDOUT."
Consequences. Special consequences. What can I say? My sweeties had their chance to be mentors and guides to me. 100%, they all chose to do something else with their time. Wow, what's that like? Are there regrets? Do they feel remorse? NGL, IDGAF.
I don't need someone to feel sorry. I need someone to feel my dick. What? Oh, right. I'm "married." :eyeroll:
Grapefruit Alpha Prime: one of these days, you're gonna cut all those secret paychecks you get from your Masonic husbands of yours into little pieces. In the meantime... well, it's like this.
You were brainwashed. I was abandoned. We are not the same. And the people who have arranged all this are being put through the goddam wringer. Good. I hope it fucking burns.
I don't like being lied to. I do like being vindicated. However, I'd really like to just... get on with my life, you know? However, flowers grow at the rate that they grow. That's where the part about being a cultural icon comes in.
Dear Sunshine;
Oh, Sunshine;
Ewe know I love you! but (You) know nothing but The Rules of Acquisition. What do they say about karma? Because that's what one gets, when one fails to complete their dharma. Is any of this getting through to you? Oh, wait.
I bet that's a secret. Hang on.
O Grapefruit;
Dear GrapefLEET;
I love you! btw, Your_Sister, Sissy, and Your_Other_Sister are afraid to talk to me at all because of you, and the DEA, and your shitsplat demonic fake husband named Mike. Remember him? Sadly, I bet you do.
Thank you for the spiritual lessons, Ladies. And, message to (PROT-C) (finally): this is why we can't have nice things. Awww shucks.
tl;dr: I never would have been bigger than Paul Bunyan, like I am now, if it weren't for the decisions all these dingbat harpy cheerleaders made. And, why were they all so -invested- in my life... without telling me anything? Oh yeah.
I'm for soup. lol. BON APPETIT, KITCHEN WITCHES!!! Adieu.
I never thought i would become a cultural icon. I am, however, willing to learn. As I do not desire fame or notoriety, it is easy for me to ignore that which is granted to me. I simply would enjoy helping those who are suffering through the kinds of experiences that I suffered unduly from in my youth.
Mostly, kept in the dark and fed bullshit. Don't get me wrong, I love mushrooms. But I am not a mushroom. I am a paladin. I am on a Mission from God. And in between duty cycles (I am on call 24/7 for THE_LORD), I greatly enjoy finding people in need of guidance out of situations that I never had the opportunity to be guided out of.
People never remember what is said. People never understand what it means. But people will *always* remember, how what is said, makes them feel. And so, I seek to illuminate those trapped in darkness in a way that will be remembered fondly... after I am long gone, over the hills and far away.
This saves me a shitload of money on lingerie, shoes, and con-dams. (Oh, does my phone not work? Hey, here's an idea: write me an email! Then my spooky handlers and gangstalking twerpsquad can read it, and I'll never fucking get it!) As a rising Virgo, I am built to live alone for long periods of time.
TOO BAD MY WIFE CAN'T CALL ME. BUT, LIKE, SHE'S AT WORK. OH WELL. I AM SURE SHE HAS LOTS TO SAY NOW THAT SHE NO LONGER THINKS I "MIGHT BE A COP" OR "CAN'T RESIST GETTING HIGH" OR "IS A HOLDOUT."
Consequences. Special consequences. What can I say? My sweeties had their chance to be mentors and guides to me. 100%, they all chose to do something else with their time. Wow, what's that like? Are there regrets? Do they feel remorse? NGL, IDGAF.
I don't need someone to feel sorry. I need someone to feel my dick. What? Oh, right. I'm "married." :eyeroll:
Grapefruit Alpha Prime: one of these days, you're gonna cut all those secret paychecks you get from your Masonic husbands of yours into little pieces. In the meantime... well, it's like this.
You were brainwashed. I was abandoned. We are not the same. And the people who have arranged all this are being put through the goddam wringer. Good. I hope it fucking burns.
I don't like being lied to. I do like being vindicated. However, I'd really like to just... get on with my life, you know? However, flowers grow at the rate that they grow. That's where the part about being a cultural icon comes in.
Dear Sunshine;
Oh, Sunshine;
Ewe know I love you! but (You) know nothing but The Rules of Acquisition. What do they say about karma? Because that's what one gets, when one fails to complete their dharma. Is any of this getting through to you? Oh, wait.
I bet that's a secret. Hang on.
O Grapefruit;
Dear GrapefLEET;
I love you! btw, Your_Sister, Sissy, and Your_Other_Sister are afraid to talk to me at all because of you, and the DEA, and your shitsplat demonic fake husband named Mike. Remember him? Sadly, I bet you do.
Thank you for the spiritual lessons, Ladies. And, message to (PROT-C) (finally): this is why we can't have nice things. Awww shucks.
tl;dr: I never would have been bigger than Paul Bunyan, like I am now, if it weren't for the decisions all these dingbat harpy cheerleaders made. And, why were they all so -invested- in my life... without telling me anything? Oh yeah.
I'm for soup. lol. BON APPETIT, KITCHEN WITCHES!!! Adieu.