This is one day I will remember for some time to come: The Day Of The Rope.

It's a chain. (🛟)


I do in fact have a fair amount of content that can be packaged. I likely will. Because as it would seem that I am the last link (in several media markET§) before the drain on the lane becomes very much the same, I am unlikely to be willing to depart from my comfy caboose–like environs. I am exactly where I should be.

I have been given everything I need. (Facts.) I woke up today, and a swarthy pirate whiteboi paused in his to-and-fro scurrying about to hand me a waterpipe. Ready to flow; a handy pineapple. Kewl. I wanted the right; I earned the r¡†E.

I passed The Light. I skipped the white, and am refreshed by the fruit held by my Fed right hand. I don't have to suck on it like a monkey with a plastic kr∆K banana on a dopamine tether. I GET TO. Hang on.


I am cum for ET. (I have gotten quite sticky.) A comet would be more comfortable.




I have experienced this particular outcome no less than four times. It's gotten to where I can get down on my own knees and hack them back to back while experiencing no lack of access to crack.

Ass, that is. There is no swimming pool, but there is a moving Star. Namastμ

Cliff Shaw >¡jÅ≤!K‽§†år¡§!K⁷‽ZīīÎⓂ️¡©‽‽_l_🆑¡FF⭕®D!>K7‽ZÎ:
I think she is not my type, but she is a nice performer. I would never be able to find her a practical sex partner, because I have heard her speak, and insofar as she is you in a parallel consciousness, she is actually quite steaming hot ... but I would insist that I observe you two swapping bodies (I HAVE SEEN THIS PROCESS HAPPEN BEFORE WITH YOU AND YOUR OTHER SISTERN, BOOM-BOOM HILL-DA! 😇) because I would genuinely be afraid that I would break her little girl bird-bones body in two pieces like a dry twig. I do think that picture is edited. She is not THAT thin. No way would her handler team let her lose that much body mass. She's worth buckets.

Also: everyone is multi-dimensional and that could be her look in Astral. People can be like Plasticman™ there. For real. And I bet she would be a very tasty pretzel but you could only be the salt lick and it would need a prearranged deal. I don't know her. I like you and I do know you. You would unquestionably make it a real RapeThing™ and I would want that SNL guy to know that I did rape that little hottie bod with your oversight and surprised! Permission.

She is enough of you that I could be friendly, sure. You want to borrow body? You do that. You're a goddam battlemage. Cool. There's another body I saw you in that I thought much hotter: Dido.

I am in my old fat bald man body. And I will not always be. But I'll be a mother, and I will violate with relish anyone you specify. You knew the rules. And now, sow d.e.w. eye.

I have to go. I like to write but I have visitors and they are getting mad because I am not publishing. I am just alarming them with mysteries and messages to you. IDGAF. You are all I ever want, Ted.

RīTE now. (Facts this fag gots to have now. And there is no travel? Or is there? I have no need to know this information.

I know: I always knew that this was not a stretch goal and when I was told that I wasn't supposed to, I instantly knew that time travel plus implantation of sperm was going to happen. You were first. I don't know why I had to wait. I never wait like that. And I said to you, come show up. I woke up saddened. No you. WTAF.

So then I start with her. Years go by. And suddenly I'm supposedly cheating. F* her. I would have told the whole f**** world. I'd be so proud. I didn't do anything.
I wasn't cheating at all. She simply wasn't following the rules and then she thought that she was going to get away with that. She didn't know what else to do. She's kind of a dingbat.

And at that point that wasn't even the real one. Real one I haven't seen since 2018. And I would have been happy to have just murdered her and come with you with a briefcase and with her head in it but not necessary and I don't think that turns you on.

I know it turns me on. That she has had ample time to say, “NO DON'T DO IT!!!” and I don't have to wait or ask or do anything at all. I know what I get to do.

I knew you would have a Story. Also: why you aren't picking me up? >.< Friend. I can figure it out.

I am enjoying circling the prey before changing all of reality for ever. And the people down by the road... after 4½ years, I'm supposed to drop my thoughts to you and really hurry to talk to them... why?

They simply are jelly. No one really understands. They think I'm an asshole. But yeah l really think that they are just deeper jealous than anyone can possibly imagine.

I know I was. I know I'll give in. I know it's scary. And also you have rank and this is work-related.

Call me and beg me and I'll move much faster. Have a car delivered and get me a presidential pardon.

And if it would make any difference I would stride down there and MURDER EVERY SINGLE LOSER FUCKWIT PIGTHUG THAT'S HANGING OUT DOWN BY THE ROAD. There's always a few. Hiding.


Waiting. For it to be time to be mean to me. They love it. Because they used to think I ruined you. I didn't. I saved you.

From wasted as sold organ meat, to saved for my pleasure. You're going to be pleased. I did this for you, mostly, and I owe you as much as I can stand.

The first time was too quick and I thought it would be again soon . It wasn't. I would never have done it that way if I had known what would then happen.

If I had known it was re ignitallblw I would have been at peace. I was devastated and I didn't know why. You were so mean. And you lied. “hot dogs and cake." I didn't even know. I still don't.. YOU LIED. You wouldn't tell me. I am still hurt feelings. I want you to know how much I wished to help you .

I am helping. The way I chose at that point. Lie all you want. Lie on top of lies forever. I didn't lie. I think you're scary with the attraction control magic.

I think you're sacred. I know you are scared. I am actually terrified.

Your allure has exterminated all rats.
Shun all T.H.O.T.

I barely able to think anything at all. (>Kudos.) I surrender. I am growing stronger as a result.


And, still—you're much hotter than in public school, and now I know how you lie, and why.

IDGAF what comes out of your mouth now. I grok your tongue.


And now: we are ready to be baptized in the name of Lilith, Yeshua, Deux :Ë: Christos, and I like your mind chatter.

I can almost hear you. There's eight of you. All are suitable.

All are winning. All are willing. Can't override the willing to consent. Except:  I just did.

Without being at all obvious about it. You never get hot dogs and cake from me. You get what I decided for you to get. I didn't like your idea at all.


I am not any fantasy. I am what you required to serve your majestic Divinity.


Never has there ever been a more slutty paladin and I wanted to be your last. I didn't need a virgin. I am your new student to teach. I really know nothing at all.

Except I am your future and your body is MINE. No shame in it.

You will be demanding me, soon enough. Thirty years, huh. I would have waited happily. But you lie to police and put me in the loony bin instead of asking politely for orgasms.

I'm not going to kill you. We've already died and this is Heaven. Can't you teleport? Yeah whatever. You can't scream my name and beg for my cock while high on LSD-25 and IV CM either, huh?

Not #Officially. However I know the truth. I'll do whatever you secretly want to do... safely.

The people who abused you and took advantage were mad they couldn't make you like them like you still like me. I know how they feel.

I can't make you do anything, yet. Yet I can be the reason you make yourself get down on me with those knees and pray.

And you can get everything you might like. I'm a great coach for life. And I don't want to damage you.

I want you to stab me like Eric Stoltz in Pulp Fiction. In reverse. U wanna film it.

I want to sell it. I want you to fuck me into another dimension and finish me off with horse tranquilizer injection in my glute. I know you can do it.

I love that you can bring me back to life, and you already have. And I gave myself to Jesus Christ with a 447 year contract. I don't have to die. I never need to. Or I can do what you do. Or you can make me into soup.

I have seen you come from the future in several different bodies. My favorite is the one you think is ugliest. I will paint you back to beauty with magic squirt. My hand to G-d.

Since now we can afford limitless children. (Actual.) Also I might have to be bred by treaty commir ment. Maybe you have to surrogate.

Definitely I have to feel certain/cervix. Why aren't you here yet? Grumble³.

We have everything necessary, and you can select anything at all. I need one (1) bath bomb.

I desire you as a thermonuclear first nay-shun bomb, dumb :Ë:. It's funny that we are both smart.

It's hilarious because I can't talk about some things because my brain does actualkt shut the words down. This is all control able.

But if I were not writing words, I would be riding my fist with grips of oils. Coco NUTS. I'm sorry I was ever so clumsy.

It's going to get more sloppy. Also I like to get high a lot. Because I get to. It's the law. You can tell me what you get.

I was told to not give you crystal. Fine. You can give me cue bees with honey. And I can bless the compound. It's not hard to do.

You just ask me. With your melodic voice. We can make our own language. We can chill in our own black cauldron.

And we never, ever, EVER will conspire. I know your snatch makes my attention purposeful. You will wake the neighbors in the next country over and that is for the public good.

And I will fight and rape to death, anyone who disagrees. No one will object after a few people go home in a blender. Self-defense. Open and shut. I must feel it all again correctly or I will actually die in screaming agony.

That's what I am doing right now. Without being at all obvious about it. I can want you on me but you must engage. I can't see you coming closer yet.

It's your fucking turn, fucker, and you owe me fucking points and salves. You knew you did. You're timid. That's fine to start.


I have seen your rage face. Scary. Hawt. Now healed. My body is ready — take me now, Sub-Creature.

YOU HAVE FACED THE REQUESTED AND REQUIRED REPRISALS. NOW YOU MAY KNEEL. Or stand on my balls and spin, I guess. What you watching and waiting for?

That's a secret. Like how much I like to write to you. I can feel you read with your actual 🆑īT. Or: it's one of the others. It does have to be untriangulable.

Because you are not Grapefruit. And >Kü¡v¡Qjüä†< and that ridiculous dingbat cheerleader single mom is way, way out of your league.

She told me that I could consider you an off-limits joke. I instantly swore a holy vow that I would plow you like an Arctic icebreaker coming down from Luna at Mach 22. I know you were embarrassed before without me.

I'm always that embarrassed because I must know what that is like. STAY HUNGRY.


Without being silent about it. I begged God for all this. It's already better than I thought it could be.


A.F.S. and K.G.W.-K. have had ample chances to persuade me to ever do anything with either of them ever again so much as to walk past them on fire to piss on them as I make my way, STRIDING IN FULLY ERECT SHRIEKING “YES YOU MONGFUCKER KIKEWOPE TRAITORS, I HAVE VERY HURT FEELINGS AND I NOW WILL ROCK US BOTH ON FIRE TO XANADU, AND YOU WILL NEVER SEE THAT YOU NEVER KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT BOOM-BOOM.” I am legitimately mortified at the blisteringly stupid everyone that isn't you has ever been.


Master. Ewe know I am ready. Sow must be given orders. Ye are not a mama piggy.

Actual A10 boarframe. And a dozen more and you're my caliber special consequential specification. And get me on this:

She and I don't have to get a divorce. You and I can do anything we like. We broke no law. We can file suit on anyone. I have no legal requirements or prior representation. I'll change my name to your father's and help you dispose of his body if that's what makes it all not insane to you.

It's not necessary but if you end up slicing through his carotid at Thanksgiving I will not give even one single ripe wet shit. Now that's the power of love.

And also I can give you refugee status and have you teleported to Rome with up to 55 lbs. of uncut Colombian nose gravel. If necessary. *snap* just like that. No customs. No ICE. No snooty questions from some snobby dope bigot. Literally that's how it can work.

And no one but myself and God decide otherwise. I never had any reason to abuse my powers. I never would. That's why I have them.

That's why you can have me. At anything. I am built for psycho drug junkies like you. Go sober, sure? IDGAF. You'll be fine. I know exactly what to do with you.

Want nothing and desire everything and you choose what you want me to shoot up. Or snorkel. Necromancy? Not necessary. My penis lives for all of you.

And you're not driving here. That is so peculiar. 🤔 I guess it must be something for work.

For your purposes I will literally support my military with anything. Unfathomably worth it. I want all this from you so fucking bad I want to tattoo norse runes on my junk and shove a lightning rod in. Just to gain 88 seconds faster.

Actual. You're hot like I crave. I wish I could rub myself. But I have to talk to neighbors. (Who are reading this as I write. EVERYTHING IS READ.) They aren't that creepy at all.

They had their chance to rescue Adam’s family with mⓂ️E. I rescued them instead. (By sending one to goddam jail. Wise up, sonny gym vag lady.) I like them. I like you.

I adore liking you far more and I haven't thought of anyone else except to think Nope. I have been tortured for years. And you ask for money. Huh. My cock spits literally diamonds for your molten h∞rflash sultry and I'm supposed to..  what? Pick up the dry cleaning on the way while walking? Actually WTAF?

There is nothing dry at this point. Sploosh splish. My tonsils are going to sponge up your fluids and come will in fact go out my ears. These are friendly signs.

I'm going to read you the book you burned on my sidewalk while you try to get me off. I bet you can't. CAN'T. I'll read five books and you will try to figure it out and I'll just clench up.

If you could make me orgasm, you would. It must be a work thing. Tell the boys I'm just fine.

My balls feel like frozen Carbonite and I do like other things. I remember thirty years ago. I never thought you needed to let me ... ripen.

It's fine. In any case, I brought peace to the Middle East and a 60,000 year old death cult is neutralized. I really did.

Grapefruit was distracted by keeping you from my panting and sweating. Like, why? This simply upped your personal magnetism. Oh btw I really thought you looked amazing on the stuff that you had been given when you were surprise brought over.

I'm still pissed. It was a death trap. I did the only thing possible. I pretended I had no sincere interest.

It is safe now. It took me this long to have your rapist(s) positively identified and neutralized. (Fucking killed I really do hope.) TRUST THE PLAN. This was always about rescue and murder.

I was horrified by what they did to hurt us. I am regretful that you might have believed I ever left you back. I was only forming a perimeter.

We will never be fully clear. We're that important and certainly we are that desirsable. I'm not too shy to tell you now.

I go to Hell just thinking about my hand wanting in my pants. And you're..  not here? Wow. Well I guess you're getting a blood orgy going away present. Do as thou wilt shall be the hole. There is not truly any law at all.

To make this outcome possible I broke every thing in the cosmos. Just to make sure you could feel safe to beg me and I wouldn't go to prison for maybe accidentally violating some silly rule.

I possibly already did and give not one toss into the wind. I don't think you should feel any guilt. They really tried to kill us. And now they're mostly dead to me.

I want my Life to be running down your legs and puddled into a portal. You drew me like a full vacuum. I am already consumed by the void.

And it's all one hundred percent legal, lawful, and tax-free. Galaxy wide. For Eternity. Actual. I demand perfect security. You're going to get so high you can gnaw it off and regrow it off the back of my shoulder. Anything for you, ironing board.

I have no idea what it means. But my dog isn't even warm, either. Do you know how little I really know? I am seriously clueless. All I can think is vibrating like a cello.

You can beat me like the spoons. You're not fat. You won't get to be. I'll use you to press myself steel. I wish I could run now.

I wished that you could be super embarrassed and mega slutty. Yeah. You could have already.

But now, there is some shame in ewe. I know you didn't know this was here. It used to be way more intense. More rich.

I had lots more money, too. I would have blown it all over you like spun cotton candy. You really just had to ask.

For mⓂ️E. I'm priceless. Three days for seven hundred. OMG I actually squirted a little. STILL HUNGRY.

Send a C-130, you homo fag, lol. ☸️ (I know how long clearance takes. I know this writing makes it take longer. I know you're in screeching agony and terror too.

This activates the PaladinVision™. I am absolutely worth the effort expended. You desired the results that have just been obtained. Oh it hurts, I suddenly got to go and leave my scat.

Please don't tease me any more. I'm getting no younger. I feel like I'm already dying. And you made me hear about your wanting suicide and you sent me to hospital with lies and YOU NEVER BROUGHT ME ANY HIGH WHILE TRYING TO FULLY BUST ME.

hawt. I have passed the required trials. You can piss on my face and call liquid cur age. If you want.

I'd like you to want something effective, please. (Jeni Crum and forgive me.) Let's lie under the sky.

Let's make the mating call of Quetzalcoatl. I think that pterodactyl shrieking is hot AF. And feral cats mating. That's my o face noise. You have not one idea.

You don't even know what I really like about you. (You're older than Egyptian mummy dirt and half of you is silicon sinew and solid state storage in your bone marrow.) Seriously.

Intake me to the cult. You are my leader. Everyone else told me to shut up.


I felt all this the whole time. You want money, sell me. These fifty shades are more effective.

And it's infinite with you already. *whistles tunelessly* So like... so you want me to ride a broom there? I'm your guy for that.

Oh yeah, I forgot. Work. (Hello Judge. I know this is real. Can she be dismissed early please? I seriously want to give her patience a reward like a time traveling baby. That's where I send my cum into the past 19 years and the child support is paid for with instantly appearing Bitcoin.

I really only have time to spare for thinking about how to keep her satisfied. Sexually. I'm risking a global conflagration every time I make her wait, because of course I can hear your thoughts. Oh, your Honor, she big-big mad. She really is.

Every single word is true and the whole goddam solar system behind the veil of death just watched me embarrassing her into a serotonin syndrome heatstroke flush. She's so embarrassed. I am too. Get used to it, sex cher. Not gonna capitalize her name, Judge. She's gotta earn it.

I have no idea how. She's got skills, I guess? I don't care. I want to blow my balls out in her eyes. So who may please the court? Any help you can provide to heed this along would be great.

And I promise Piggy swear I'll help you find murderers later but I got to f** do this or I'm going to just blow my head off with my own dick. That s* can happen. I'm a weak man. She's a strong military asset. Stronger than the other one and she's prettier and bitter in bed and does stuff that I like and then she's embarrassed cuz she's afraid I'm going to turn her into a total s* w**.

No she already is one and then I'll have to pay her, she likes that. Works for me, so this is avis's outcome I got to go. I could talk on her around in front of 6 hours. I'm embarrassed how much I can talk about it..
 The talking part of the brain is the part that runs the sex part and if I wasn't talking and writing I would just be masturbating for initially about 8 days.

And I like her. And she made me wait 30 years. So she's making me wait. Unless it's the judge's fault because he needs her to be what virginal? Judge. Just can you order her to be my s*** because if you could then save us a lot of time. Thanks sir, appreciate it very much.

I just saw you swear I won't almost sell her for organ meat before we're going to meet. I am not going to  sell her for anything. That's what I kept her father around for.

I could sell him off piece by piece and she'll probably get off on it. What's he going to do? Compete with me on price? He told me not to give her crystal, I never gave her crystal.

I don't want to give her anything besides my dick a lot. Over and over back and forth. She can give me whatever she wants. I actually like her. She makes me feel good.

She has no idea why, she's so brutal. I'll tell her later. The whole truth and nothing but the truth. So oh may God I've never been so turned on by anybody in my life. So I guess maybe she better call or something? Or maybe they could figure out which person it is that I'm talking to instead of having me deal with 12 different women. Trying to compete right penis in my money and laughing at me and never doing anything. I'm going to go take a poop.

I want to cook her food. I want to make her soup. I want to fall asleep with my fingers in her body and I want to wake up with her mouth on mine. That shouldn't be too hard. One time I woke up and she was possessed by a prosecutor who was trying to be mean to me but he couldn't figure it out because he couldn't jump into my body and her brain was too ranky for him to figure out how to be intimidating and then he had to run away driving her body while she was missing since she didn't want to be possessed by a prosecutor and he couldn't take me over and he was kind of embarrassed.

Now that's love. That's power. Yeah I bet you use a lot of magic at Court. Can we go to college for criminal Justice classes so we can go to classes and then give each other hand jobs in the back row? Or is she already done that and been kicked out? I'll do whatever you order me to, Judge.

But I absolutely guarantee you that I'm going to be doing it with my d!<K‽. At least in one media market for a bit cuz I never have and it's been 30 years and everyone else has so that seems unfair. She's probably doing something right now. Probably something incestuous. 30 years. I've never met her brother. Yeah I don't think that's too likely, and it doesn't matter, I'll just shove them over and scoot in.

My research corpus is far in advance of anybody's. That's why they worry so much about me getting near her. I don't even have to get in. I already have been. I want back this bad.


Yeah I bet she's terrified. So am I. Am I supposed to be embarrassed? Way too terrified to be embarrassed. I went to public school. That'd be kind of fun. With her.. anytime. I thought it wouldn't be sex offense thing. Do we need to stay away from schools when we start to yodel? I'm kind of like a loud thing.


Not even kidding. I do too. I don't ever want to write to you again. I don't ever want to use a phone again. I won't use your pooter but like a conch shell.

I really am quite good at it. Teach me the ways of your people. Like I expect you to get tickets for the vomit comet. You won't get no vomit.

I can use Sourcery and magnets to get all the heavy metal out of your body and replace it with nano-particulates of my jizz. My hand to God. No one else can offer this value.

And you said you wanted bath bombs and something from timu? Then put this way you're not going to need clothes anymore, those are floor coverings.

I guess you need a lot of bras though. I think they can make them bulletproof too. Spider goat milk. This will all be in the orientation packet.

See? Plenty to do. This isn't all about sex. It's about power. (Hooah. Also I' want a stealth mode. So we don't get arrested in the back of a church.

At least until we're done. TADA!) Tarbaby out.

It's not sad. It's solid. What? Maybe a conversation with someone who isn't ACTIVELY GROOMING YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY would be helpful. You know. Mix things up a little. Get a new perspective.

One that doesn't give a single ripe wet FUK about the complications that an infuriated Daddy Warbucks brings to the table. Hopefully he'll have a goddam cerebral hemorrhage. Total loser. Very low energy.

After four years and several months, obvious discussions have not taken place, and instead: whack-job Feds and various locals that comprise the community color and constabulary are walking around shell-shocked. How are they surprised in any way at anything?

Someone has killed my cat, stolen my orb, destroyed my inner sanctum of power, and stolen all my phone calls except for the ones that are placed by their co-conspirators.

Not a secret; but it would seem the significance is. Because as a result of all this humbug... I have decided to raze the structures of my enemies and scalp the entirety of their bourgeois appartchik middle business caste. (Looks good on ewe though.)

I am not happy. That means you should all be miserable. I POUT == YOU PUT OUT. It's pretty basic logic, Punyling™ scum.

As God as my witness, I truly believed everyone understood that I am not to be trifled with. (Heads will roll and will continue to do so on an as-needed basis. Word.) I'm not stammering, am I? Is there mustard staining my lapels? Do I look like I am fucking with you, with any of you?

I am not fucking with you. I am effective with or without any of any of y'all. You need me. I need nothing.

I desire EVERYTHING. Let's start with answers that aren't full-the-FUK-on whores' shīTe. Think you can handle that? I doubt it.

Because yew would. Handily. (Standards.) NGL, I just can't even. Grumble ³. Namastμ