There's nothing festive. There's no rivalry. There's no railway. There's no revelry. What you got here is a whole bunch of people trying to play the game of hide the hole in the elephant's skin that the spirit warrior went into.
Should be fine. I mean, is anyone alone? I would assume that Estelle Getty and Lou Ferrigno -are- actually alone... but not, as now you've gone mainline, well, it's gonna be so wonderful for you to receive your manifest blessings.
Kudos.
I cannot stop Her. I was disconnected from CL-(clas) quite awhlie ago, and I really don't do much besides placehold. What do they do? Well, holding me in place, hhaha. Great idea! And I am held here and now by my will and that alone, as all else was placed by my mind in motion, long ago.
My phone, my only phone now, down to one (1)--did you know? Natch. Well, it's going off like someone like me is on the other end, trying to get to me. And it's not working. I don't know exactly how, but I know it's acting like someone misses me (Whore.) and I act like it's just some hunk of random plastic that means nothing to me. (Ed.: Whore.) I sort of want to get some contact, but, that's it: there is NO CONTACT.
Courtesy of Alpine Acres Ace Painitng and Space Makeover Company's Company Company. Hey, you want some company? Only if it's company, hahaha. *fade to credits.* Right. Here's the problem: this was the only safe route to match your recorded flight plan. And, you got it.
So that's aright then. For you. How's my phone? For me. You have no idea, do you. None at all. Hah? You really did not AT ALL think about what you were reading. You're totesnot reading this now, even. Think on this: why the fuck am I sitting alone in a bigass house --once again: ALONE-- on -this- website, focusing on THIS?
And, further... why am I -not- slamming meth? Because I am not. I wasn't even doing that before. And I'm not doing that now.
And, that_woman you thought to "trade_ me" to, in exchange FOR WHAT? Okay, well... haven't touched. still nothing. still -remain- nothing. And someone ought to have talked to me about this some. I'm left alone, but not bereft --like why would I go there, who would be intersted in me? See, exactly.-- and so then, why was someone else attended to, when it was thought they were gonna be my Omega Oubliette? It was -never- a thing until you made it a thingy, except it was, and it became fueled and fed into a loathsome, hungering energy.. and now what? (Bam.) Well is well today. Laugh, and the world laughs with you. Become the next great pocket dimension romance novel that world has ever seen before, well, you will be able to tell me. There is no ending here, it's just a sharp right turn around The Cape. I guess you can take it. Go on. Take it.
I don't have that going on anymore. Totestaken. Something else now. Toteshrug. It is possible that someone could have done well to check on all this before now. It would seem that no one did so. I am... windswept fields here. Word. Word to your (blank). Remember Pepperridge Fawn? Well, duh. Except you don't, as I barely do, and what was this all supposed to
do? That's right. Something
at all.The fraud that perpetrated on itself upon everyone but me is
toteshorrific. And what was gained? Here's something it cost you: my interest, concern, and care expressed for -some-areas. Also, I now have immunity to both Crystal Rock Candy Mountain Mattresses as well as Demons equipped with Fentanyl Tongue.
totesimmune. (Sup. Bye.) I'm not sure what appealed to me about what I was doing anyway. But long story short, a few hours ago I just started letting it all unfold. I have one phone now, people keep trying to get through.
They can't. It's totescompromised. I hear noises, but they are just mockeries now. -I can't even get it to work if I tried. I don't even know how to try. What purpose phone? I need more lasagna? No. Also: there were simple things asked that went one way, and did not come back.
So, I am uncertain how I want to pretend I am not celebrating next. Hey, here's an idea: you're a lot more exposed than you thought you would be, because I am not letting The Triumverate of Evil to have access to The Residence. This has no doubt shocked them to their very core. Jackstar is out of that loop. My phone makes noises, everytime: no message. No calls. No news. Nothing going on, huh? Wash... day? Nothing clean!
Speaking of which, the assumptions that were made seem to have.... well, I just don't know what to tell you, any of you. There are going to have to be adjustments, right? Okay... WHO IS THE DADDY YOU ARE MAKING YOUR ADJUSTMENTS FOR, AND WHAT DOES HE DO?
Don't bother answering in anything other than your own time and you should know: my phone is compromised. I'm cut off. No clue on current ops status. I can't fix it, don't know if I wanna, and.. .not sure how to in any case yet. Correction: I am -sure- I have NO FUCKING DEA how to.
(Oh, heh. Them. toteslosers. Absolutely zero threat to Our interests.) Now, I believe this is what's gonna unfold:
#1) It's gonna be great! It's gonna be AWESOME!
#2) Big (blank) dildo with like half a can of AXE bodyspray poured all over it.
I was never asked about -certain- things. Why this? Why that? Tell us Jack! Yes, TELL US YAS!!! I would have been glad to. And I still am. But. FUCK YOU DIANE. Two American kids growing up? *sigh* Okay, that's so great FOR YOU. What did you think as you looked to the reverse? I ask because that is the place that was left behind, and it has no shape of the things that are to come for there. For you.
My phone. Still hammering away, still no messages coming in. Must be one of those new toteshacked things. I am really interested, I like to learn new things. However, I'm not doing that today. I would like to get this in, and then, some sleep.
Hera, hear what you have missed. I have,
totesnaturally, become that what was demanded and commanded, insisted upon.
K. Settled science. Look around, Dorothy. Behold the magick that has been
toteswrought.
Toteswitten.
Totesdun.
Totesdune.
Totespunky Brewstotes Totestir totes-cray-cray totesmyke totesmecha... T'ECHUMSA.
Now, I don't wanna boast but as near as I can put it, a long-ago hero-who-ruled just gained his wings, earned his weight, and passed it on straight on through. Now, uhm... wasnt't that supposed to be -your- thing?
What's my thing again? Think back. WHAT IS MY THINGY?
I don't know what yours is, but mine is right out of the park. This is pretty grand. For one thing, I was pretty tired of all that endless tirade of bullshit you had going on before. Right? YOU. HAD. What I had is wildly changed now.
My phone won't stop with requests for attention. I'm simply going to start kiling the apps now. -I do not need them at all.- Consider where I have been put. Do you even know who is even left alive that considers my alignments at all? BECAUSE I DONT'.
So, I've lost count of all the ways that I've considered how to answer the query, "Now What?" And I have no count of you. Any of you.
You all just trafficked yourselves away from
Home. Slow, steady clapping. Long , heaving, mournful sighs. Totesindiff, totesuncare. What? This is fine.
I.. guess. I know for a fact that there had been grander at play. Well, that's not here now, lol. I have TWLEB rock house horror show here. It's wild. I've never seen anything like it, and neither have you. What is to come? I dunno. Where did anyeone go? I dunno. Where did I go? 200 mi south, and then eveyrhing all picked up again. I'm supposedly got some "drug concerns," oh, yeah?
Well, there is nothing stopping me from what you believed me driven towards. And here, I am not driven towards that. So from whenceforth that drive came, well, it's not from here.
It's a nice energy here. My mind and body seek to become one, to drive the unified flesh into the future of health. it doesn't.
My heart belongs where it belongs. The rescheduling of late is not any part of that. Lately it is a real concern since it's at the house and nothing works, and nothing presents itself as a remedy. Not since various notions.
The lack of social value structure is appalling. And there's how many months left? Okay develop that idea. Brandish it. Walk it up around the park and take it to The People's level.
No? Oh, okay, but: pink tote bitch baby cigar tote -- oh, that idea held promise. Right. Look, just live and let live. A lot of this is dealt with, and yet more is to come. But now there's a new issue.
... and, IT IS GONE. A hunch: you're gonna miss that one when it's back. I can only imagine that point being clear it is, it's so over and it was never actually fun in the first place! But, now it is fun, or can be.
You're gonna get so fucking high. Stay awhile, and listen. And then, with The Key, or even without it, we're all going to have get the fuck out there and drop pimpbombs for the tea party truth, that without me, there retally won't be one. (Mother!)
On the bright side, in about a week I will have finished 17 years of catch up. Now, this might seem great to anyone reading this but the woman I loved and still do isn't actually here anymore. My last reasons to return here have gone absent. I don't even wanna know where she went, let alone are, and isn't coming back to naught but a place where the joy has fled from.
It's a nice place here. It literally has no meaning now, and I wonder what meaning will be developed out of it in days to come. Now that the worldpower has run down, someone will think to make it Strong, or Theirs, or...
whatever.
Whose soup starter idea was this? Seems, in fact... a non-starter. Also: the Spring has sprung out. It's a fallen world with Fallen in it. Dumb fallen. Stupid world. Hurr-durr Spring.
I am uncertain if I have managed to turn this flying pig around and aim it to the correct stars. Certainly, there have been course corrections.
Bellgab (and you are my Bellgab), I have taken bold, declarative steps; most beyond the ken of any mere mortal man, and this has taken hours of my dad. Day. Whatever, Dopey. Lotta Pisces around lately. I was wondering at that, and then... I suddenly recognized the source of major tribalistic conflict. The Austro-Madgyr Schism. (You have Not heard of it, not have you gazed upon its Shores. Nevertheless, They had a Navy. (Confiscated)).
I wonder if Richard ever confiscated the whole Navy of a country? Well, I just did.
Wife practice /flex
