Lying to Clergy isn't necessary, but they're just trying to make it through the day! What harm could it do?
Number one: I saw a wendigo spawn in Canadian territory and I decided to feel that was okay. It was not. People will freak out. Those things are real cunty trippers.
I hope it gets frozen in Carbonite. THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS. I don't even care if Godzilla rises from the ocean depths!
I can take him. (Standards.) I don't have to. He can destroy Vancouver Island. Who would miss it? Oh yeah, I would.
Let's change cameras and take a step back. Also: “Please leave!” As if.
I don't even know what's what. I simply know that a Rubicon had been crossed. And twenty bucks ends the event? Okay.
I guess they can never be too sure now. A fragile bond of trust has been shattered. Pork, why?
They have no answer. They know nothing of the dense territory. For example: of course the military has its own logistics for remaining free of Cartel influence. Of course they don't work.
Of course my military is freaking out. I'm not doing anything cool. Am I really just another foolish dopemonger? No one really knows.
I've already been forgotten. I was once the primary suspect, too. And, I'm rather obnoxious. So I am sure it all seemed sensible indeed.
To clandestine operatives long-addicted to CM. They think nothing of it, except to demand that everyone stop thinking it's “cool.” FOUR HUNDRED MILES, ROUND TRIP WILD GOOSE CHASE.
I was pretty sick of them too. However... I had no reason to be afraid. I already knew they were weak. They hid from me for years.
And the real one was long gone. They didn't care, they still had their asses in sling. I didn't do that. I also didn't lie about everything.
So, that's why I'm okay with not having “a job” and being told to be sober by abusive k©kphags is a non-starter. How did no one see this coming?
I HAD NO REASON TO PARTICIPATE,
AND NOW I'M SURROUNDED BY SHATTERED EARTH.
(Euphemistically.) “cash app.” Like I wanted it to happen. How was I to stop things? Volunteer for blender sacrifice? She was on tilt. On purpose.
Not for sex: for baby batter. She couldn't just ask. Time travel, but no spine. Of course they keep coming back. I've fucked over the entire economy of the future. I guess.
Good. So I guess I can explain how pissed I was: VERY. A free baby, and I was supposedly going to be tempted.
It was a prank and it would have been stolen and she thought I was a fool for skipping my one chance to breed. I realized at that point that the invasion was already underway.
At 15 in 1989 and ever since I've been eager to get this going. They are eager to kill me; I have exposed the whole thing and documented it in The Cloud.
Black and white. All there. Clear as crystal. Which they are obsessed with. It's a cheap thing to bust someone with and can irrecoverably change a life. Why didn't I ever want that?
They gave it to my friend and left me ostracized. I can see why she was lead around so easily. Eventually, so will she.
Right now it's a really believable story. Obviously I'm obsessed with psychostimulants. Surely in denial. I am a menace to us all.
I waited until I was given permission, and this has made all the difference in the world.
They're so enraged they can't keep anything together. Good. ENJOY THE SHOW.
I didn't do this. You did this. “Just watch Godlewski.” Never heard of him. Why sideline me? So somebody else could be isolated and secure from contamination.
This *did* work. However, it did not function in any way intended by they that thought to evade reprisals.
NO EVASION MAY ENDURE: YOU ONLY POSTPONED MY DIET.
I was indifferent to the conflict between factions until they all treated me like garbage and triggered a Global Shunning. It's like a Masonic fatwa. Still— superior to public school.
No phone calls returned, until it suddenly becomes clear: wow, this sucks. I'm supposed to be relieved, I think. Time for relief, Buddy.
No one would think me anything but a major creep, to wait until the last minute to “get the girl.” Fuck that. They can juice her up from upper L. E. O. and this needs to come to a conclusion.
Preferably one with Azzeræ in chains. I don't care what charge. Just... chains, binding him to the ground.
* Worthauger doesn't have an attorney at all.
I have Q, God, and a working dick. I don't care what anyone has. Even if they have two (2) dicks. We are not the same.
And I am sure that limiting access to The New Formula has made it awkward for rapemongering twerplords to maintain their grip on social power. I guess a schedule of redosing must be maintained, because people do, at times, wake up.
It was only a matter of time before people began to openly ask. “Why does he not clean his house?” it was a write-off after four months. If I cleaned, people would come and fuck it up. Just for spite.
I have really pissed people off.
REALLY. Because I asked nicely. I was then sneered at by a soulless golem and it was made clear to me that I was about to be labeled an actual pædophile rapist, which is something people used to be able to threaten with impunity.
They were that desperate. I had shown up out of nowhere, and told the truth in an assortment of unbelievable ways. Of course they thought I was full of shit.
I didn't want to huddle up with them anyway. I was there to fornicate. For fucks’ sake. You have met me, right? And then I'm suddenly ambushed by children who claim I steal weed.. or, child, I guess.
I didn't give two shits. Exactly no one in Authority was unaware of what was happening. They've been watching me run the gauntlet since 2017.
And when I say that I caught everyone, I goddam meant it. Global 🆔 synchronization. Don't ask. It's rather technical.
I blanketed the entire surface, and Space Force scanned for life forms. Tiny little lifeforms. I do not care how innocent they are.
Eyes on them. Everyone is sus. A second ambush... why? I am this despised. I didn't even get a single marble.
I didn't do anything at all. Hang on.
* Worthauger hasn't even seen lith.
I literally don't know the difference between crack and ice, certainly have no dependancy on either, and never asked for permission to engage my attention as I have.
I can see now why this was done. Don't ask. TWENTY YEARS, MOTHERFUCKER! Sounds arbitrary, right? Yeah, they just roll up on them and act like they're a plantation owner. Because, they were.
NEVER AGAIN. I am goddam Legend now. People adore me. How was it even possible? No comment at this time.
[...] am I going to be arrested?”
Sweetie, where I have taken us, we don't even have study hall. Why would anyone ever arrest
you anyway? Hang on.
* Worthauger has spotted synthetic simulacrum humanoid duplicants before.
A donut shop. Sure. Did you finally notice that I was rejected by the gang that controlled all the fun tickets? Since I was obviously an idiot with no common sense or impulse control. If I had...
* Worthauger pauses for emphasis.
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NOT BEEN CRUISED BY FBI IN THE FORM OF A SUDDENLY COMPUTER-EQUIPPED POLE STRIPPER, I GUESS I WOULD HAVE BEEN SHOCKED. SHOCKED, I TELL YOU. A GLOBAL PANDEMIC? AND HEAT COMES DOWN ON A MORE MEN MON MOM M. CONTROLLER THAT HELD ME IN DISDAIN? TRULY STUNNING.
HIGH AF IN SCHOOL AND SUDDENLY MY NEW BREAST FRIENDS
YEARS LATER, “OMG JACK STOP YOU'RE AN ADDICT. WE SAID SO! TWICE IN SEVEN YEARS! STOP LYING!” THIS WAS COMPLETELY UNEXPECTED.
TO TODDLERS. “IF.” LIKE WHO GETS SO SNIPPY? ANYONE TOLD TO GET RID OF ME WITHOUT TELLING ME WHY.
BUT, EVERYONE KNEW.
AND MOS DEF ONE PERSON KNEW EXACTLY.
It was the last surge of effort by a Charles Campion — ish operative. Oh, having a hard time, huh? Bummer. Thoughts and prayers.
Anyone could have asked. No one wanted to know anything .. fancy.
Good. You all get the lash. It's mundane. For ewe. OF COURSE I MADE YOU DAY ONE. BOTH OF YOU. WHO ELSE WOULD BOTHER TALKING TO ME AT ALL?
I acted as if keeping my mouth shut mattered. Yep, it did to many. An endless parade of Oinkertons and clandu-doos were the only people who challenged my constant misanthropic attitude. Everyone saw what was expected to be seen.
Including investigators who saw me chasing drugs. Because I'm addicted, right? I guess I must have known something, huh? Not much point in asking anything at all, really.
I even arranged to behave impotently with my micropenis on full display. For years. Because I'm a broken person who copes. Of course.
Arrest everyone who hates me and drown them in bathtub gin. I'm fabulous, thanks for asking. Why the heaping scorn on the anchor Magyar baby? That sounds like grounds for the launch of a new investigation!
*spits* Fucking Americans. They don't even investigate
books. Let me guess... clear evidence of a pattern of behavior that might be recognized as
stalking, right? Now they are debt collectors.
They know I do not have a legitimate work history. They do not know why. They do not need to know. They can speculate.
It's all very complicated and secret. It will remain so, for the time being. Because I said so, that's why.
My mother has no idea why I was not more appreciative to have been categorized as a hapless retard. I suppose this was better than euthanization. HA! In any event, I was tired of being bullied within five minutes of my first session.
I punched a girl in the chest for something she said about her sister, who liked me. We were five. I assume this was all arranged. Sibling rivalry is not any more prettier when it is staged.
Which all the world has been. STAGED. Though in my case, I've been more akin to “prepared.” Yet, never enough training.
Mr. & Mrs. Rubini escape out the back entrance of the Core Dough Baa Milk Bar. What follows them in pursuit?
Themselves: Fallen lower. Like a dog chasing its own tail, monitor spirits found no escape nor inclination to Being John Rue Been :Ë: or seeing a second opinion. They're automated. They are not even supposed to... explore.
They watch the three tripartite marker wymyn <3 w E> and that's about all three monitor spirits can handle and they don't handle. They mon Ē tour. I do not know where Bellgab went.
I showed them how to annihilate my foundation and they blinked away their own, which is how I would have given my parents the finger if I had wanted to. I did not. I gave them their privacy. I knew they would front that they had no secrets if I were there.
They were turncoats. No shame in it. They turned back as they grew closer to Death. I earned every coin, and plowed an economy to life. My helpmate was brainwashed, but that worked out great.
She hurt my feelings once. She now exists as
atoms in a cluster of timelines that simply do not intersect with them.
The biology is basic stage b¡† symbol codez: she does die. She would rather die than fuck me again. No arguments. It happens in 70,000 years on a holodeck. She has to traffick me with sedatives and hyperspace. She thinks I'm vile. Some RobokopĒ™ urders her daughter while dolled up to double as me.
It's not even in poor taste. It's that when one creates the opportunity to decline, one has made a choice, and so I chose to allow one (1) implantation. It was not a dream. It was a quantumly entangled holodeck and she needed viable bratlingæ.
She wasn't
down with the Hungarian and visibly sneered to stage left as she admitted defeat, which this was, because I would have shoveled babies into that. This was denied because... I was never going to pay for her idea. I hadn't picked a target.
Someone else did with another and the two were switched to make betrayal a matter of degree. Who blew that call, I have no idea. This was decades ago, and everyone who could ask me is dead. To me.
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The restriction against violating Court procedures encourages imaginative flow. This is accredited scientific and artistic work product and proprietary War King metadata and God will not strike anyone down.
A MOTHER WILL. She's goddam furious. She can do nothing but retreat and seethe and whether relapsing or not, this was not seen coming.
This got a little long, I guess. Maybe that's from the poisoning.
Maybe it's from the sultry.
Adieu.
