making me feel "jealous" was a good idea? This has been the result. (You're welcome, and thank you back in kind, Your Gracious. NOU*C)
I hear the experience is testing well in focus groups. I am jealous of multiple now myself--now, that's a mouthful.
For the mostest, I remember being able to talk to people and have a goddam conversation as an option being nice. Similar to forcing a condition of jealousy upon one, I am mystified at making conversation options dwindle as a bad outcome for all concerned.
I believe this traces back to Cowlitz Co. As far as I know, there is nothing else stopping me from picking up THE PHONE and calling someone. I do find it exceptionally unlikely I cant manage to wait a few months. Sure! It's simply that important. I am not participating -- and I bet you APPRECIATE THE GIFT OF MY PARTICIPATION today of all days, so do I win? I don't know.
I've been convinced that there are those that have also been convinced to stay away. My Facebook is FILLED with this, as it turns out when someone runs around and does it all to The Moon and back to Alice, just to take out one_g-y_ it is not all that unusual. It's that after I was taken out, and I was, this all keeps right on happening. It's downright repetitiive.
So, do you think it's my needle use, or my mic use, or my secret alliance with The Headless Horseman (MY FAVORITE RIDE) that has caused all these problems for all of you, or, is it my stubborn refusal to swallow your faggotfish full of false blame? (Besides, I -like- her. What is this extra credit doing, and for who? Looks totesspare.)
I get the feeling there were those who expected me to do other things in the lead up to today than to WATCH THE WATER and obeserve specious bullshit float pass my rise, on the way to the sea. If there were anyone interested in anything -real- with me, there has always been and has every expectation to continue to be... non-ample, partial-availability, at the hold-your-breath and come-on-in.
It's seen better day. Lotta revs through The Singularity on this one. So, now what? I am SERIOUSLY just not getting comms. Nuttin' Works. FOR YOU.
Open to suggestion. I'll be doing my not-needles for quite some time to come... until I am not. Hi! I am Jackstar, and, no, it's not Jack's tar. IT WAS ALWAYS YOURS.
Like how dumb are you? QLERGY. Obviously I am psycometrist. After a discreet interval, I quietly asked the seeds where they had come from, what was being done with them, and how Seed Society -- In General -- would like the matter to proceed.
Well, most of that isn't even my business. I won't relate. Suffice to say, this -particular- Starseed is tired, lonely, and keeps getting calls that make noise... and then can't be found, as they are immediately deleted from record. Notifications come in, they are gone before I look. A phone call is made, it gets rerouted and switched with someone NOT friendly.
Short of travelling to my physical location and totesknocking -- totestoot, toteshorn, totesknocking -- there's not any shortage of forward-thinking options. I just won't be Me anymore by the time You manage to get through... I'll be You.
I'll be in my lab building something that actually functions in the pursuit of its function before fagging out for a blast in the face from any G.I. Joe Rando who decides it is time for KUCZI to go Time-Out. I don't know how anyone will know I were to have been sucesssful. We probably won't know until we all choke to death on it. Ooops! Well, she'll come back to life, that was early... AND AT THAT POINT:
WHAT DIFFERENCE
DID TIT MAKE? lol. see? hi@
I efil nice. I'm not high, no. Does that matter? Oh, you don't like 'high' You should have said so.
btw, I don't like being lied to in order to get lies to be told to others. How's your karma? Great. So's my phone, sitting on my knee, it beeps, I know it is you... and there's nothing. EVER.
Except for this skullduggery doo. Look, this isn't working for anyone but me. It is cool, but, I worry for you, Captain Beacon, Baconmaster of Private Arming Sequestery Sequences. Oh, you think you're having problems now? This isn't even the beggining.
It's -your- birthday party, Allison. We traded birthdays. Here it is! Of course you don't have to be here, there will simply be those who wonders, "who did it (needles) better?" Well, fuck if I know, I have no sex, no drugs, and no rock and roll.
You have five hours and then you're dumped for real by Team WYBY. I know, right? I thought they were just a myth. NO, it does not affect you and I in anyway. Yep, we're good, standing by. Remember who told you that you were supposed to TAKE CARE of JACKSTAR?
Well I took care of them. Jealous? *CLICK, CIVILIAN. CARRIEOFF.* (I didn't hear that last one. Oh, my god, I'm so high, blah blh (actually not noticing any cravings for much of anything at all, not even these apps on my phone that keep making noise... but never, ever a Human. Seriously: YOU ARE DEAD. You're in Heaven. You don't need me, why don't you write me some poetry? I hear that helps out. . nextime try Chiffon. And I would call you but I dont know how so Iam going to to just set here and cry baby.
I guess you might have heard.
I have no idea who I just wrote all that to, but if she isn't crying about it, then neither am I, I must be cry about what I am seeking to warn her about. Might wanna let that call go thoroughly threw, Captain Buzz Kut U-Boat Patroller. let me know if any of your seasoned pro veterans turn up at work presentin' actual Mongoloidism, k? coo. A pleasure to serve, and please stop raping the privates in the shower, the dumper asses are getting jealous of all the nanotech they're clearly getting and no one else is. :rolleye:
Pate. My office. Whenever you feel comfortable. I wouldn't dally, I'm your best fuckin' friend, unless you gave my friend herpes. Then, I'm
my mother's, too.
