STFU, junkie! ::)
Savage. Post classy soft-focus snappies of active restraining orders. Vague, lovable, and weaponized is no way to go through Life, DEArR.
Buck-buckle IT up already, why don't you? Oh yeah, it slipped my mind: WEAPONIZATION. It's what makes those who have been programmed with hypnotic drugs and violent assaults of a semi-sexual nature, makes them automagickally perceive everything I do, as if that it's just poo. It's really an effective way to shut someone down, TBQH. It is my hope the condition of the soul without faith will not endure. Why contain mE? Just because every single one of you that has been initiated into your >KULT-ra! of! A! PERSONALITY! used an obsolete METHo.d. and al->kyChemical formulae is no reason to expect me to self-mutilate by cheerfully, voluntarily jamming my wings into the Cuisinart(TM)(R) with the cheese grater attachment you picked up from a garage sale in HAVKIKVILWOPLEr for a song, a dance, and there merest lift of the skirt in curtsy to show a little bare >kcankle. (Kudos.)
My feelings are hurt, but, that's okay for now. I went to public school. This is in no way, any worse to endure. It helps that your blatant libel and defamatory slander is wholly made of sheer, transparent shillcloth. Yet the falsifiability of your redundantly repeated quasi-racial slurring does nothing to relieve the pain I feel when I consider... how This All Came To Be.
There's really no one to blame. THIS WAS THE ONLY WAY. And for now -- for (You), ewe -- automatically sputtered, insulting jibes and idjit farcical non-true statements aimed at dismantling my superego are all you've got to kumpete on prix with.
This state of affairs will not last forever -- basically, only as long as it takes Azz to reboot the server -- but he needs not must be in any hurry to do that, and in order to capitalize on the recent developments -- which have been of a Truly HystorICKle jNature -- it will take time to set up the necessary agreements and alignments.
Also, I am not the only one with hurt feelings, and as we all know, all of all y'all's fee-fees are ever so much more precious and cherished than mine. After all, I still have my privileges -- such as they are to a paladin of my rank, stature, and renown -- and you ewe here, well... simply do not.
Scusi. Mille regretie not sow, We. This too shall pass. Ours is not to wonder, Wye: OURS IS BUTT^2: ELECTRIC TOADIE TO DIE HARD, DIE HARD--ISH.
Now, I don't think you were telling Heather to STFU, nor were you calling her a "junkie," I am sure--as we all know, Heather is as sober as a judgy judge--but I think it is uncouth, unkind, and unfathomably maladaptive to have your Master filling your auto-responder chat-flowchart dialogue tree with low-vibe, no-class, medium-zero talent replies like "an acronym meant to convey the notion that posting often is not welcome," and "ad hominem #?????, executePOSTsubmit." Honestly, all of you really are better than this. I have all sorts of interesting news to share, but it can all keep for the time being, as this obviously not the appropriate time to be dumping sperg onto an intended audience... that has no intention whatsoever to be open to comprehending the message, that's for damn sure.
When ye have come to thine senses and realize that you've been lashing out at someone(s) who really don't deserve your crankypissy 'tude, know this: I now know how annoying I have been to yourself and others in the course of my life, especially in the '90s, and in spite of the torturous, miserable agony, I am in no way feeling all that bad about this latest, lonely existential crisis. Save your tears, Ms. Peron-A-genii-teen-AB. This is (fire) fine. FIRE
It is no less than is what a lowly wyrmsleigher, such as My Self, deserves. It's kind of flattering, honestly, and since I use neither coca nor dopa, entheogenically speaking it's a 50/50 split between agony, misery, and exalted, orgiastic isostatic ecstasy. So, I'm good. You look like a petty, stupid, asinine & insipid lich\/Vitch bI-bitch-slutslit twit, however. Not a good look for ewe.
Not a good look for anyone. Your spouse should probably figure out how to be one--for the kids' sake, if no one else. You're better than this. And while I don't actually know who your spouse is --and am unfathomably uncaring to make positive ID-- I don't have to compete, where I do not compare. Mazel tov, chaobae.
DIVINE INTERVENTIONS WILL CONTINUE UNTIL SATISFACTORY RESULTS ARE ACHIEVED... FOR EVERYONE. --The Mgt."
Believe it. Because
IT is
true. Namaste.
