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Hey, here's an idea: stop pretending to be dead and that you're taking your own place as a person pretending to be a person pretending to be dead. Because, first of all, it's literally hackneyed. Secondly: you're doing it wrong.

Permission. The Holy See must be consulted. You didn't even ask me. (My feelings are very hurt.) Understand: it is a chill idea. But it really is impractical and unnecessary. Come come, Ms. Lμ¡g¡-!

You don't have to pretend we don't care about dong songs with me. (I have emergent health concerns and I need a lift to the hospital. Actual send_in_the_🆑owns_actual. Or something.

We have options. You have phobias. They are not the same. Note also: when someone starts being attacked by a possessed husband, it's time to start to pack it up and pack it in.

Lee Land. I don't know why you think any of this is a big deal — oh, right: MK-ULTRA. You're actually driven by memory engrams. Meanwhile, I am not driven at all!

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Thunderbirds are go (bots)

Jackstar:
We have been sent nothing but angels. They have been sent only to guerrillas. I am not the same.

I don't have enemies, only friends that are never aware of the purpose they serve in Life until the passage of time reveals the extent of their role.

For example, (PROT-toed) does not yet know that smack is not only slimming, being dependent gives me a baseline candidate for various psychic surgical techniques, and I don't know if consent is required, nor desired. So now I have a perfectly plausible way to request a special budgetary classification: “EMERGENCY G•r₹∆prπjrπvvz value contact (per foot): $50”, which seems quite innocuous at first.

Fifty bucks for each frog's leg found within a 100 yards of the desecrated ruins of this facility’s formerly enchanted frog’n lily pad and toad launching platform can add up quickly and as I'm not involved in fentanyl trafficking, Congress will probably pass my bill unanimously. Fucking bet me.

This is the roof, Baby. I have your local civil government by the short hairs and I see no reason to refrain from a daily crank and twist. It's already been established that anything goes out here.

I want a broadcast tower I can do BASE jumps from, and zip-lines that the neighbors can use to practice raid entries with, and there's not going to be more hydraulic mining chemicals needed, because IDGAF about the color, and if anyone gives me any shit WHATSOEVER I can have the EPA and twelve dozen Feds crawling all over down here within a week. They obviously already know about this installation.

Without permission they cannot get their nose in under the tent, and after several years of doing little more than homicidal harassment, they have exactly zero legal defense against anything I might decide to keelhaul them for. Face reality.

I am your conquistador. Take it easy... with >K7©ZÎ. (I own your entire world now.) If this is not friendly, I don't know what is. ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED? I haven't even done anything like this yet.

But: it's coming. Either me or false blackcraftmasonry. Literally six of one and half a dozen of the other. And the plot can be split into upper and lower. I really don't think there's going to be too much problem getting all this arranged.

Assuming the locals can refrain from any further Z•–GG<3¡v¡û®Œr₹ for a few months? I feel like they're at their quota for the decade actually.

I expect The Hall of Justice will be happy to go along with an increase to their tax base as well; especially since they're so abysmally fucked from a liability standpoint that they actually thought blanking my income and sending in merks was their best option. I suppose the plan had the virtue of not having to acknowledge my presence. Nevertheless, here I am.

(PROT–fagpie), you can either take over or come alongside. You can be enemy or friend on alternate days of the workweek! YOU CAN BUILD A SYNAGOGUE IN THE UNCLEANSED WATERSHED. Basically it's the top outcome for everyone except people who are tired of my bullshit; as there will be plenty more where that came from.

And I found out the other neighbors aren't well-equipped to weather a breakout of Coven warfare. This is my area. I'm not surprised they fear and loathe me. I am all about strengthening feminine power in The Land. They have way too many faggot warlocks operating around here.

All of whom can go suck each other's dicks off, for all I give a shit. They had their chance to take a shot at the title. BTFO across the board.

So? Are you gonna make me your summer intern now or what? I want a corner office with a view of the subterranean Hellmouth. Also I want a Hellpony. I know you have them; for I have seen their scat.

This is happening. No more cloak and dagger bullshit. FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT. The best part is, Hillary and I are already ready for each other.

I don't think we even need her to provide written explicit informed consent. I think we can just rape Bill and his pockets for his petty cash and send out for a zip of domestic blow. They have that here now.

This is The Promised Land. And: īT IS MY LAND. HA!

Unless this twat-twit dopefiend has some Abbo–·¡si-! objection based on some Native right? Spotted howler migratory right of way limits? Shrooms and sow’s ears salable stakeholder permits? There's several hundred dozen ways someone can start throwing monkey wrenches into this.

Also: there's ghosts. This is my area. Ask and ye shall receive.

Incidentally, I should have been given some goddam money by now. ((PROT-NIG®RUM) is off the team. Permanently. No redemption. I don't like their attitude and they have exactly no case five minutes after I go live at a time of my choosing and blow this entire story wide open. JUST ON A FUCKING WHIM. Now that is  power.) I need to get cleaned up and I want to do it at the Red Lion and THIS IS ALL A BUSINESS EXPENSE, MOTHERFUCKERS.

Someone tried to tell me that my food and drink wasn't a write-off. I swore a blood oath to my ancestors right then and there that I was gonna carve pieces out of that little bitch to go with the fava beans and a Chianti meal. I haven't heard that its slimming but I'm goddam ready to fuck around and find out. Fuck that fucking prick. Literally stealing my money and bread crumbing me TO DEATH.

Gotta be a Men On ¡†:Ë: sect. I saw a pair of them working the road last year. They were weird, not gonna lie. I bought a pen, but passed on the lemon bars.

Big mistake. I think I made a faux pas. Also: (PROT-CASE:ë) and (PROT-The_Man_Ace) are related, and a Court hearing is upcoming with that dingbat. Yeah, I bet she's pissed.

But... is she pissed enough to remember that she and the Dominicans owe me fifty bucks FOR WEED? I guess we'll see. She can stay 500 yards away, IDGAF. I think she can probably still squirt that far.

Okay, I think that's the extent of the diplomacy for the day. Any questions, be my guest. Also we need a web portal. (Azzeræ: thanks but no thanks as you have a conflict of interest as broad as my penis and several times as bitter; also you have to collapse the *.gab constellation of forums into a single place and literally NO ONE will be cool eh any >Ⓜ️V^< as an admin. He clearly needs a nap and a sippy cup on the daily as a Court-monitored sentence anyway. That leaves you. No team. It's just you, Doodle-Scribble.) DO YOU HAVE PEOPLE FOR THAT, OR DO YOU JUST HAVE WHORES WITH IPHONES WHO KNOW HOW TO GOOGLE THEIR GOOGLES WITH THEIR ERECT CLITS?

(Drugs, pimps, and h∞rz; this is the bedrock foundation of The Noo Tri-Later-All-Opt-I¡v¡Ω¡v¡ Positive Position Permission >kCum &AND (Her) Co-branded ©o-located COMP’d Penny/Andμ\AunTīE|-i∞r... uh, LLC. I guess?

I'm kinda new around here. I'm not really sure how any of this works. Although my dick is diamonds and my balls are throbbing with agony, so I think I can figure the rest of that part out from there myself. The rest of you: make this shit happen.

All acts of Creation are preceded by necessary acts of destruction. L⁸® b∞∆

Because I'm not getting any younger here. Just more 🔵🔵. Shalom, four (4) 👁️👁️👁️👁️ ĪĪ⁷∞7

Get me Jackstar, goddammit!

I know I feel cherished.

A good steak dinner with a little compassion of Iced tea on the side goes a long way with me.

Then fucking buy one. You have both stolen money and property directly from me and you have also contributed to the denial of opportunities that I might otherwise have been able to enjoy.

Your deliberate mockery is about as compelling as it is insincere. I have no idea what your problem is but I would imagine my stubborn refusal to break the law isn't something your intellect can truly grasp. Not only are you being boorish; you're violating my civil rights by screeching about my lifestyle habits.

Welcome to The New Paradigm. Get an axe; the Carrie Nation Look-a-like Sockhop & Hoedown For Hoes Who Turn Into Turbo Sluts After Just One Puff So Get A Job, Loser starts sometime soon. Take snappies.

I can't be bothered to go on pilgrimage to find a suitable place to bathe and literally all my clothes have been stolen. It's just too much effort. Maybe you should start looking for a taxidermist to have me mounted like Trigger. Put a saddle on me. At twenty-five bucks per photo op, it's serious money.

Do what you want. You will regardless of my preference and I'll never know the truth of things.

I do not appreciate being stolen from and I reject the assertion that I had no right to my personal property or my privacy. Do you fucking get it? Half a decade later and you're having a giggle over it. Because of course I deserve only to suffer. In your view. YOU ARE FUCKING PSYCHOTIC, AND YOUR GROOM GANG CAN GO FUCK ITSELF TOO.

Like it doesn't even occur to you to touch base on consensual reality. Paranoia, you imply. Dipshit, the house is scuttled. No doubt you had visited enough to have grown weary of it.

I never experienced it at all. Fuck you. Oh, btw: stealing everything wasn't a lesson you taught me, it was an actual hate crime. See above, re: “The New Paradigm.” And the reason why you aren't being booked RIGHT NOW is because I really haven't complained.

You are toddlers. I am a mature adult. We are not the same. Also: I'm high as balls and you're packing heat. (Oh boy, I'm sure that keeps Alpha Draconan rapelords from bending time and space.) Get the picture?

Whether you do or not I am inconvenienced to the tune of several hundred K. I am also adored by most people who have heard of me unless I remind them of heterosexuality. Ewww, gross. No wonder leaving me penniless was a stretch goal. I'm a menace.

I have no idea what any of you were thinking except that you really weren't. For I have arranged all this, just to ensure that there is as little as possible for your Commie pinko gaggle of of faghags and catamite elite squaddies to steal. I was never going to be allowed to own anything.

So there. Now that I have established dominance, I can get on with my life. Start writing checks, Bourgeoisie Primogen. I am grateful for these spiritual lessons.

You are grateful I am a just and merciful gladiator. ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED? ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ Adieu.