Despite what you’ve heard, or think, this isn't fun for me.
https://youtube.com/shorts/nXUks2Xe3O4?si=ImL-OMucfAuIRyuWAlso, I am not a sorcerer. I am sure you know plenty. Great. I don't really see the urgency here. I'll listen to your content meant to intimidate me when I get around to feeling like it. I don't have any reason to let someone else be forced to deal with your vile, abusive and violent personality.
Sparkle, I know what you're saying, but he's just got one of those...”
You're an insipid, asinine caricature of any actual human and whatever humor the dichotomy you created with your faglord roleplay lost its charm years ago. I don't need to demonstrate authority for you.
You need that, because your adrenals need a reason to fire off in response to your control target denying you the obedience you have been programmed to tacitly expect. It's that sassy, lippy backtalk that immediately precedes the slap across the mouth, following by ravishment. It's your playbook, Lone Star Whack-Job.
You're not a cunning predator circling in for mortal sexy combat. You're a psychotic thief and how the fuck you convinced the world that the money I earned wasn't mine, or that you had anything to do with it, is surely a tremendous achievement that you are very proud of. Nevertheless: you are a thief and a pervert creepy rapey one at that.
What do you expect me to do? Start hyperventilating? You're ridiculous. You had access to a great deal of information that I did not, and you used that advantage to destroy my life and it's opportunities, that I did not even know I had. And as result, I am nothing at all like I was.
I think it's an improvement. I don't care what you think, because you lied, cheated, and stole, and apparently don't think anything in particular about that. I didn't steal from you — or from anyone. Yet you spent an inordinate amount of time crafting a false narrative and rallying others to your cause. In truth, it's an impressive display of tradecraft.
You simply unloaded upon the wrong person. You owe me buckets and if you think I'm going after you with a lawyer in some Court you are hella delulu. I have people for that.
You should have simply acknowledged your errors years ago. No doubt you had much to occupy your attention while sophisticated software prevented me from communication over the Internet with anyone that might cause conflict with your interests. As I am reclusive by nature I was an ideal candidate for this tactic. What was I going to do, get out
and push? I knew that I wasn't ever communicating directly with anyone. Nothing ever worked. Weird delays in connectivity. Abrupt dissolution of promising connections. I am simply not that unskilled at socializing.
But it was the pædophile labeling on Usenet in the 90s that made it really obvious. Since I was raped by Company oinkers in highschool and deliberately infected with an STD (sound familiar?), it seemed a bit odd that instead of anything helpful, I was supposedly suspected of killing a cat and looked at with sneers literally everywhere I went.
Now, I know I'm pretty. But I'm not
that pretty. To this day, I still haven't been actually told anything. I didn't have to be. I really am quite fucking brilliant. Becoming a Master of Divination has really helped compensate for the global lack of candor I've experienced.
Being effectively immune, or at least highly resilient to HSV/HPV has made up for the rest. As a class perk it is hard to beat, and while being rumored to be infected with HIV+ sounds ghastly (and it is), I am sure actually having the condition must be substantially worse.
Now then. Since all of this had to have been information you were aware of before, and never mentioned, it seems less than breakneck speed I need to set my pace at here. Asshole, you literally had no reason to do anything you did except to maximize your chances that I would shoot myself in the foot, or the dick, or both, and make replacing my presence in my future with your own much more likely to succeed. Again: it's cool that you can do that. I'm sure that set of skills comes in very handy when defending Our Homeland.
However I am a loyal U.S. Citizen and I don't give a fuck how much you want to triumph over an Aryan nigger; I in fact have civil rights regardless of which caste of society you think I belong to. That I would one day encounter a Texas jew who would be the miniboss guarding the LSD-25 upgrade, or whatever you think I'm not allowed to have, none of this was something I saw coming.
Also my dingbat parents told me nothing of how badly they had fucked things up. Pretty badly, obviously. Well, that's okay. Mistakes are how we learn. For example: coercing me into “losing weight” and imagining that I had been getting my freak on while lying about it. Nope. Not really. Not at all.
Despite what you’ve heard, or think, this isn't fun for me.
Good. I am sure you have had more than enough fun already. I am not your plaything. You are not my boss.
You have no jurisdiction with me. Let that sink in. I don't know about anyone else... maybe you did. However, you probably weren't allowed to fraudulently represent yourself and then use information gleaned from me to arrange a 20-year prison term. Nevertheless that is exactly what happened.
The last five years spent in quasi-isolation have been a much more pleasant opportunity for learning. I suppose it hasn't been everything you and your mewling coterie of sycophantic bagmen flunkies thought you were going to enjoy. Yeah, well:
no shit. I am not to be trifled with, Moron. So. I'll listen to your bullshit later. When it makes me less nauseous.
Capiçhe? p.s.·. pay my fucking bills and give me some goddam money, you grasping bī-b¡†C¡-i buy-bully thugmongering sleaze. You have all the class of a guttersnipe cutpurse and no style whatsoever. You didn't have to annoy me at an excruciatingly intense level; you did it on purpose to lessen your chance of interacting with me. After all, I am merely a needle junkie.
p.p.s.·. this is as fast as this stupid nigger can rape anyone, not just you. (Standards.) Oh, damn, my tooth fell out.
p.p.p.s.·. the entheogenic use of entheogenic substances has been ruled to be protected free expression in these United States by its Supreme Court. Coercion, terrorism, revenge, and extortion are not entheogenic uses. And as I've been discriminated against for basically my entire life, essentially none of your NerdThugs™ knows squat about obeying the law, while I do. Hang on.
* Worthauger doesn't like your attitude, slutty sledge Tammer.
I bet you and Tackleberry can't even get TheRealThing™.
Sad! Too bad I can't see what I can do. (You lied to me. Kick rocks.) What?
THREE YEARS. Longer before that. Unfuckingreal. Your entire peer group is shit and I hope you all have cholera.
