It hurts me in the feelz…💔 I’m a living human being, Goddammit!

Happy Easter, bro. Try not to let it ruin your weekend. ✝️

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I have enough work to present that is already in the can before I have any reason to engage with your shitsplat joke ‘r∞ audio. (You can't even aggregate it under a goddam email address. You can't even admit your own name. Meanwhile, I could post my entire Instagram message archive for the last 12 years to the open Web and not only still be blamelessly exonerated, I would look and sound better than ever.) And while I do look forward to finding out what in the name of The Living Christ you thought was going to make myself or anyone else even take a blink...

The fact is, no one cares what the details are. YOU JUST POSTED CONTENT FILES NANED “GRAPEFRUIT” AFTER SPENDING FIVE FUCKING YEARS AND UNTOLD BUCKETS OF MONEY TO PROMOTE A NARRATIVE THAT SHE DIDN'T EVEN EXIST.

Let that sink in. That's how BTFO you and your entire crew of slap-happy whack-jobs are. I have a wide-open stream of consciousness-driven dialogue that I have steadily toiled away on for the better part of a decade, freely available to everyone on the most restrictive content platform available, YouTube: 1984.

You have recordings of covert military assets that have been brainwashed to behave like absolute, unfathomably bitchlipped cuntrag dingbat imbecilic fucktards. It's like they have had their brains scooped out and they're sharing the last remaining neurons left in a network consisting of boardrooms and offices ransacked of all hardware and emptied filling cabinets with the doors swung open and the drawers hanging ajar.

We are not the same. Also: you, Matt, Dave, David, Mike, & Michael have spent HUNDREDS OF HOURS USING SOPHISTICATED VOCODER SOFTWARE IN ORDER TO ALL SOUND THE SAME, AND NONE OF YOU COME EVEN CLOSE TO SOUNDING ANYTHING LIKE ME. Obvious theft of content is obvious. Suppression of my narrative’s entire existence and replacing it with your manufactured version of history was easy for all of you, working together, to accomplish.

Replacing Superserial with Jeremy was comparitively impossible. (Also: holy shit, so that's what being high looks like. Damn. I've obviously been rock solid sober this whole time.)

Dee & Matt
Joe & Dari
Jim & T∆¡v¡
Rick & |_ēμ

... can I make it any more obvious? Not without the risk of becoming scandalously implicated and charged with a whole list of serious Federal felony charges involving defamation of character, fraud, and various & sundry et cetera.


I shall leave you now to your hot purr suit of icy ĪÇ>ê<old just us. (Standards.) Add ewe.

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He’s an angry elf.

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Are you gonna slowly turn brown and twist lazily in the wind while desperately cling to the end of that twig all goddam year, little leaffag faggot... or are you gonna finish turning your chlorophyll coat’s color and FUCK>KÏNG‽FALL?

(Also: your gak sucks. I'm going to just cook your cocksmoking hillbilly cuntfagging Punyling clan dough clandestine chemistry erector set and portable donut and dildo maker for bakers that hate sucking cock but love sucking on plastic dicks and eating ass while sitting on it wet candy cane dick borne Richard Borne into the ground. Where did you learn your trade? Whoever told you that you could smoke meth with men without dicks and call that square dancing. Don't tell me it was Quantico, it wouldn’t be classified if it was at Quantico. I bet it's in Austin. (Children in South America as young as nine. Learn to make it with their polenta in study hall, and then bring it over the border to murder American citizens with it, so knock off the fucking bullshit with your fucking stupid fucking laws that don't work. REWRITE THE CSA (1974) NOW. What the fuck else are you going to do? FREE ME WITH MORE FALSE PAPER? FUCK YOUR MOTHER. Grumble grumble grumble.) Just kidding.)

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p.s.·. Nigger Ryan Christensen, you will never suck my fat Juan, you dreadfully overwrought Satanic spicksp∞›k Lord Overlord Try-Hard >kCOP©OPEHAGFAG. I don't give a single ripe rope toss into the duck-fucked wind about your biased NOTbased racist/bigger-bigot\faggīTFÆ`gluggi’ gig-gang ill-formed opinion on the matter: the facts are that I earned my money the old fashioned way: I burned every bridge I was ever going to need to cross before I even took a single step, thus saving myself a bundle by PAYING THE TOLL...

ONCE. And while this prevented me from enjoying the thrilling life that would have accompanied the exercising of my non-existent rights to Friday night fuckdrug all access pass party extravaganza, on the bright side I have addicted myself to only one thing and one thing only:
 
I have arranged all this just to have the time to take the time to portal away after dragging ass long enough to guarantee that Grapefleet will have more than enough of the necessary telemetry metadata required in order to track and triangulate your pimpthug dopemongering ass down and tie i‽to an iron-clad rock-solid trail of impeccably obtained so that every judge across the surface of the Earth will have no trouble at all when it comes to be time to throw you into a hole in the ground, to burn your whole life and your favorite covered beer garden to a new nadir of black and Qrispy and redskin jugular neckblood that blew the whole home office and your little dog straight back to the house that Daddy Bush built, do not pass GO, and do not collect $200, and how's this for birdv searching? You have had your schedule pushed in and I am gone, now incoming on the wind: your ewe yew.