I'm going to watch this;
and then you're going to call me at my new burner number —
WHICH YOU HAVE (Duh.)
— and then we're going to have ourselves a little palaver.
REMEMBER:
THE NEEDLE IS THE CHIEF MEANS OF CONTROL.I don't know everything. Yet, I do know what is important. You might be the same.
Operators operating. You of all people know that this is completely true. All opfor gambits are in an unfathomably, unstoppable cascading crash into ultra FUBAR; this is undeniable.
I don't expect Tuesday's meet to be anything but a totes total shitshow shinejob. (At least you have good whiskey.) As I'm not military, I have nothing to do with it.
#Officially.
After hearing the medication list that was given to one (1) Mister Richard (PROT-Ayyyylmao), in a ham-fisted charade of a pretense at maintaining any sense of ethical patient care, I'm shoCKED he's supposedly on HALOPERIDOL. (David, my good man, the strongest advantage of PaladinVision™ is that it works even better when the subject does not believe it even exists.) Along with a list spoken in breathy, hushed tones (from Beau’s mother to Skidmark’s tulpæ, like holy s*** are you running out of f****** staff or what? I bet not one of them has a valid S.A.G. card, SLOPPY JOB, FOX FORCE FLIPPER-BABYRAPING FILM kCLUB, I smelled the desperation left in my clothes that weren’t washed while you were all busy EXTENDING YOUR RELAPSE CYCLE) within 7 ft of where I was standing — NOTE: DRESS CODE VIOLATION DETECTED, NO CARNATION OF ANY COLOR PINNED TO A JACKET LAPEL NOT FOUND — of about seven other medications, although of course I don't believe that anything we're really taking by either that person or anyone named David at all.
Duper’s delight is the most easy f****** thing to pick up on. Even when faked. Attend to be closely here: I have content; I have options; and I have planned for ALL of this.
You don't even know what I want. You just operating under the assumption that whatever it is bad for you. Bad for all of you. I don't actually think it is. Other than how you're all going to go down and the animals of clandestine Service history is being the the most glorious gang of f****** rubber babies in all the recorded history, f****** Hoover is f****** rolling over his grave power in the f****** new MRI machine, etc etc because I know you feel bad about it.
I didn't come here to be you. I came here to have a goddam conversation.
RECONCILE. (To reiterate: you don't even know who I want to reconcile with. Just going to blanket the whole f****** world and turn everything off until I stumble into an opium den? Dude this is not the '60s. Although I do love disco so maybe you could kick it up a generation.) How is this f****** hard?
Oh yeah you're all screwed off in a complete methamphetamine psychosis relapse cycle and cannot be stopped by any means until you're going to the intervened upon. This is actually my goddam area.
I don't have to do everything around here. I'm just better at it than you. Because I don't have a chemical dependency that I'm in deep denial of. And literally all of you do plus you're being held hostage by, I'm going to say here:
forces.
The force will be with you always. You were born that way. No shame in it. Similarly I'm not ashamed to have options.
You have schemes; and precious few of them. You don't even know when I'm leaving or where I'm going. You don't even know where I
can go. Here's a hint:
literally anywhere. (Imagine the smell.)
Bellgab, you know I love you, I always love you, you know I always agree with you, Bellgab I'm telling you: you are wrong here.
You are falling. And you are in Hell. And I am your only savior. I bet you don't even have one marble let alone 10,000 of them.
Sad!!p.s.:. I saw Sam. I love that guy. I bet he has a badass car he'll sell me for 20 bucks. Don't worry Doug. And if any of you ever put your hands on me again, I'm going to literally break your f****** arm.
p.p.s.·.
ACTUAL BREADSTICK SNAP. Believe it.
