Did Jack demanding the address from Amelia seem as creepy to you as it did to me?
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There is nothing creepy about what I -in fact- did. You're exaggerating.
That's fucking creepy. I have
zero interest in whatever the address was. The query was posed and in response an exchange of words followed, most of which happened in the neurosphere, as verbal/non cues were exchanged. Perhaps a bit like a modem connecting at 56k bad. Think Prodigy. America On-Line.
You’ve got mail.
creepy to you as it did to me?
To you? You've been here, watching my posts be posted by myself, for years. FOR YEARS. The entire time, you knew where I was. You knew who I was.
And I don't believe for one fucking goddam minute that you thought that I hated people because they were gay. I don't fucking believe that at all. I don't fucking behave that way at all. I have never behaved that way. I've never believed that were right to do, to hate based on sexual orientation. There's literally no time in my life when I've ever been that way.
To discover that you would say that, in any context, about myself, is a murder of your own character as well as mine that staggers my imagination. For one thing: there's no fucking way you're that stupid.
It never occurred to me that you would lie to me about what you did because if it turned out that you were involved in a goddam abduction, statutory rape, extortion plot, coercive and manipulative sexual contact blackmail scheme at that age, well: kudos. It's not like I'm turning you in.
It's like you don't understand your own sense of self-awareness here. There's an obvious falsehood promulgated about my character and the entire nature of my being and you're engaged in this charade of falsehoods with other people around me for well over a year and possibly much longer.
For you to casually ask if I sound creepy while you're obviously consciously aware of some kind of activity that you're cyberstalking over my life in some way I don't fully understand is a heighth of absurdist, cliquish behavior, that spikes its way into my consciousness and plants itself as a tentpole. It's The Big Top, it's flying a flag for the view of the event of attraction: “hey look at this guy here he doesn't like gay people because they're gay,”
It would be more accurate for you to say that you believe that gay people don't like this person because he's not gay, although that would imply a level of familiarity with a number of gay people that does not make sense to me, being that I'm a poor orphan with no conception of having had ever more than four friends at a time in my life working on teams and alien concept to me nobody has ever taken the time to introduce me to a larger social group other than you and your introduction has consisted of telling everyone that I'm to be avoided because I'm a violent dangerous society.
Your mendacity has had far reaching effects that you cannot conceive of in your current state of mind. The promulgation of the belief that I hate you or anybody that's gay is a farcical notion because I don't hate those people and if they believe that I hate them while I'm not hating them it has set up a social dynamic that has led to some whirlwind of understanding that makes zero sense to me.
How it makes sense to you is puzzling, although I guess if you don't know that I figured out you were lying to me a really long time ago, and then simply didn't mention it because you refuse to talk to me in any way other than to vaguely pretend to keep up some sort of appearance of having a friendship while secretly plotting to murder my character slowly over three decades... I mean, for one thing, we could stop at this exact moment.
Trollda: are you fucking high? Like that's cool, I guess you can't share but something must explain to me the loathing and hatred evidence in your comments that I perceive, as I fail to understand how I can interpret the situation in any other way other than to say that your loathing and seething, boiling hatred of us is as mesmerizing as it is painful to contemplate.
Are you seriously telling me that you wanted to steal my sperm under false pretenses and you're mad—still?—that I figured it out and took steps, on my own recognizance, that prevented that outcome from occurring?
Note that I have no expectation that you're going to answer my question truthfully or honestly at all, let alone in public so I see no reason not to bring it up here. I don't hate you at all. I never hated you at all.
When I noticed that you couldn't answer simple basic fucking questions, my interest in speaking to you sort of diminished given that it was like talking to a goddamn fucking brick wall. I see that little is improved in a relative standpoint at this moment.
Let me explain my present situation. I got to go to a doctor. A person does that every once in awhile like once a year at least. I'm looking forward to it. I've been looking forward to it for a while. I've been rather busy with some distractions this last year, but things are really shaping up in ways that make me know for certain that I'm going to want to go to a healthcare professional and say "hey this is what's going on my life and I'd like to know what to do about it."
Discovering that someone who I've been stalked by for three decades has been living a lie and conveying the impression of me to other people that does not actually match reality at all is not a conversation I want to have with any medical health professional, ever. For one thing, that's a mouthful. For another even if I were to convey the complexities of such a complex social situation to a doctor, what the fuck are they supposed to do about it?
Because at that point the medical health emergency doesn't seem to be related to me at all, it's a concern of mine that you seem to mistake the color red for the color fucking purple polka dot, which would be a real problem when coming to a four-way stop next to a gas station painted those colors next to a fucking out house that was painted in the office of color. What I'm saying is you wouldn't want to get the wrong hose and pump sewage into your gas tank instead of actual gasoline.
Tell me again about your latent hostility, and the source thereof. Please, by all means. I'm not hostile towards you. Nor am I overly concerned. I've no intention of changing the fabric of your life by taking away from anyone, or rocking your world, and exposing your anything... I don't not a fucking thing. Not one fucking thing.
I haven't even used your name,
Laura P. Like seriously, actual, what the fuck, take a look at yourself and see what you're doing. Really SEE IT.
IF YOU'VE BEEN BEHAVING AS THOUGH I SECRETLY HATED YOU FOR 30 YEARS, AND YOU'VE BEEN WATCHING ME HERE FOR AT LEAST A YEAR, THE PEOPLE WHO BEEN WATCHING YOU HAVE SOMEHOW NOT OBVIOUSLY BEEN FAILING TO NOTICE THAT I DON'T PAY ANYBODY ON THAT BASIS SO I GUESS THEY'RE JUST WAITING FOR ME TO START HATING PEOPLE LIKE THAT.
AND I AM NOT. Consider the cognitive dissonance here: “hi! how are you?” and the answer that comes back to me is typically one then,, if I ask someone who holds your stated viewpoint, they're going to be mildly on guard and working to ensure that I don't notice that they're gay then I'll start hating them and noticing that there's... a pattern.
Well that certainly explains Suki's weird behavior, and I don't know how she feels about me using that Appalachian but it seems perfectly reasonable and then I always like the zoo good I never had any kind of awareness that she was your friend nor that you were even here or alive or remembered me at all in any significant way.
Hey you're sitting around telling stories about me that aren't even true and fucking making up this goddamn mythos that doesn't converge with congruent reality in any way was not a consideration that I ever had until oh couple weeks ago, or today or yesterday.
Looking around for you and asking you a couple questions has not been the end all be all of my existence for any length of time at all. Nor do I intended to become so.
Hi. Hello. How are you? Do you perhaps have some sort of latent anxiety complex over how your concerned of future accusations of guilt? For after all, jurisprudence, has been a topic of discussion for several months here.
Well believing me to be in opposition to you over sexual orientation, in point of fact was occurred here is that I'm in opposition to you over your willingness to lie about basic simple facts, like: I knew that if you were a person who were going to get the information that you were going to get, maybe, as a result of my decisions, then that would mean that you would have to have had somebody tell you, and then you would be not having been a person who had told me that, ever.
So obviously you weren't exactly all that enthusiastic about my primary cooperation in the first place. So having determined that it would make sense to me that I would want to decline to participate in any kind of arrangements with such a person, not just then but perhaps, ever again.
Perhaps. You certainly have my attention. I guess I've had your interest all along, well that's something that can be discussed: but that discussion will have to be subsequent to another discussion, that being in regards to unreasonable, psychotic, at a rational behavior that can be attributed to your belief in your hallucinatory reality: that you are hated for your freedoms, and that I and one who hates you for them.
Sweety, no. And this is where the perplexing attitude that I've gotten from KW these years gets reflected back to you, people like you because you're an authentic person that they like, but that's not why I like you. Oh no.
And I certainly don't like you because I love you. I mean hang on, in this context, the words I love you have a different kind of meeting here because I love everyone. And it's not a prelude to sexual contact love, either. No, quite the reverse.
I love that you are this much of a fed, that you are this concerned about your security clearances, that you have told and propagated this lie unconsciously that isn't going to fuck with your life at all other than to extend the conversation out so fucking far into the public eye, that at this moment I'm basically outing you as whatever the fuck you are but since I don't know what you are I'm not doing it but...
Literally at any time you could have just told me that you were blank, and that's why you didn't want to continue your arrangements with me that you had stated you did, and had I been informed that at any time I would have been happy to accept that fact, presuming that that were actually the case.
Except it's not. And I do not know what the case actually is, but I can tell you that it is not that I hate people because they're gay, and if you were not willing to recant the statement in any way that's going to be a problem because in my condition in life where I'm walking around the planet where I may or may not have access to weapons or guns, if I have been lying to people about hating gay people for 30 fucking years and getting away with it, then that would mean that I would need to be imprisoned pretty fucking quickly. However, and this is important... I obviously don't need to be in prison pretty quickly, nor do I hate gay people at all.
No matter how many times the lies promulgated, I'm not at risk for sudden infuriated gay bashing. Another risk for any kind of sudden infuriate anything at all! My darling grapefruit, was clearly given orders to rile me up and cause fights and film it for future use and evidence in court, and I was happy to comply with that idea, and then that attitude did not continue to be conveyed in my personal life.
I'm not mad at her now. I'm not really mad at her then. I was so mad that things didn't make sense but I can see now why things didn't make sense given that she was given a false picture of reality by people. Namely, yourself, it would appear.
My willingness to go along with schemes is not what you think it is. the belief that I was pretending to not hate gay people so I could put up with grapefruits bullshit so I can accomplish mission objectives, is nary the case of that or any kind.
It is simply the case that I was looking to discover what happened to you, and now I don't know, but I do know that you've caused a
significant security concern for unknown people and parties thereof.
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Follow me @_n_Jack
I didn't exactly set you up for a trap, rather: I had set up an idea that a trap could be devised by anyone who came upon my situation and decided to use their advantage of position and technology and awareness to do that, but I never in a million years thought that anybody would get it exactly wrong in such a particular configuration.
Maybe I've just found a tripwire that I could pull... but I'd prefer not to. I mean, I'm kind of new around here, I really don't know how things work, I wasn't looking to cause trouble, and I didn't create this trap in the way the years viewing it nor do I wish to set it off, nor do I think that's why it was built in the first place.
For example I didn't build it. My Twitter handle is _n_Jack with underscores around the
n... Because
reasons. Now that @Jack is gone, or exposed, or whatever he is, isolated, I can get back to work on focusing on the part of my own personal plan for growth and development that I came up with like a dozen years ago and part of that plan was to not use Twitter very much until that Jack fucker was off the goddamn thing. That guy bugged me. He's not what I'm all about. At all, in any way.
And similarly to no one ever asking me what the end underscore was for, no one's ever asked me what I'm all about in that way. And to be the Frank that someone has clearly intended me to be at this point, frankly, it's important that you understand something: protecting and defending civil rights of all, does in fact include protecting and defending the civil rights of those who believe things that one does not believe, because occasionally that kind of shit needs to happen.
And defending your rights to live unexposed for example is something that I'm keenly concerned about not from a personal perspective but I would also like that same kind of right and you should know that you are a discriminated person, who is now being informed of her discrimination to another person based on the same characteristics that you yourself have been discriminated against you are now conveying that and you've been promulgated that to another person and you've been apparently doing it for decades.
While believing that you are hated for something, and probably thinking you're going to be hated for it I just described. But no you're not actually hated at all by me. You're certainly not hated by the people around you here on this forum. It has to be the case that I am literally the last one to know, which means everyone else literally does know, which would explain why you are treated the way you are, given that I know your character better than any of these people here could ever know that.
All this time I thought I was hated for my freedoms, but no they hate me because I know you better than they do, and they might not have known that until now but they sure should know it right now at this moment.
I suppose people who noticed that I was expressing admiration for you in any way became quite alarmed when I did it so suddenly. Certainly grm
Grapefruit did.
And certainly people got in the wrong impression thinking that you were my secret grapefruit, not exactly no you are certainly not my secret grapefruit at all.
You are not even a
cantaloupe. Holy fucking shit, the mound of dinosaur poop that you were currently hovering or surrounded by in whatever you are in for
some shit. like, you have no idea, at all, clearly, because if you did you would probably be a little bit more polite in your speech with me, given that you clearly don't even know what you're saying at the moment.
And, sweetie, pretty please, with sugar on top, could you please not go to a psych ward for the entire rest of your life? I mean surely your friends would miss you, I would miss you, all your friends would blame me, until I found out what happened and then they would also have their own fucking psychic trauma events. Fortunately we do not have to do this at all... Right now.
I've already lived through a sudden psychic trauma event twice, and just ask Methhew, it really sucks, I'm sure especially to watch, and absolutely for me if I have to go through it again at all for third time I doubt it'll be as painless as I'm hoping, but that is how the shields work it'll definitely block it to some extent because the first time should have killed me, and the second time didn't kill me but it sucked, and it hasn't happened a third time.
And it's not going to happen by my impetus, cuz nothing is going to make me say your name out loud on the internet ever. I will never do that. And... I never ever ever, actually have.
NEVER—
EVER! NOW:
ABRAZA WANG KADA—WAKANDA BABSZUGSBRAWhen you can appreciate the exact nature of the gift that I am giving to you—the gift that was given to me to give unto you, and let there be no doubt, this is your gift—I'll be in the shower, and one way or another, that'll be a gift too.
And where's that ring and where's that girl... Look that's an important question, do not get me wrong I'm not setting that aside I love that woman where the fuck is she oh she's busy it's fine. Yeah absolutely love that woman there's no doubt.... Yeah I wouldn't send her away I wouldn't take her away I would love to have her come back but I understand she's got to wait for a minute that's fine that's completely fine teehee. Mad, explosive giggles. But they're cute giggles, and you fucking love cute giggles, get serious.
And now apparently the next step in somebody's plan to call me a black person who hates black people or a white person that's not going to work, because I am the singularity I am the one who has never been before and never will be again it is just I and that shit will never work unless there's clones ready to go who can be as cool as I am on a moments notice who love you both and don't worry about it and I'm married to that other woman? You bet your fucking sweet ass I'm married to her.
I suppose the fact that it opens up to a monstrous charge of bigamy or whatever you call it is a matter of her to concern yourself with later but she's not here right now. It's fine. There's no worries about there. There's no worries about here either.
There's also no worries about the shower. And having had two peak experiences in a shower with two different women, two different women I'm saying, sets up the nature of a paradox— a pair of Doctors, I'm saying—that, under other circumstances, would be an incredibly problematic experience!
This time, though, thanks be to god, my mom, your mom, not everyone's mother but everybody in the US Navy's mother is Mom, look what I'm trying to get to tell you is that we're good, we're fine, and if you want to send your husband into the shower that's fine too. I don't know why you would want to have to do that given that he's probably wiped off his skid marks with a wipe before getting into the bathroom but let's say he did I wouldn't be strangling him in the shower or murdering the shower and I doubt that he would be doing that to me either given that he's only what 4'2?
I mean you are a green skinned troll from dagobah right? Wait no you're the tall spently black man from Ontario? It actually literally doesn't matter who you are, from the perspective of people who know you already, cuz anybody knows you already who is discovering what I'm writing here for the very first time in their lives is going to be blown the fuck away because they had been given a very different impression monster trailer truck pull Master Trollda.
And there's been a ghost here knocking on the fucking walls trying to manifest for quite some time and they can't do it
Because they don't have the right husband here. And because of that project looking glass IS COMPLETELY BEYOND FUCKING BUSTED.
You're welcome, don't worry, they can rebuild it, they have the technology, I'm not going to rebuild it right now, I'm not being asked to do that, I'm going to ask to build and rebuild a relationship that was supposed to and build quite some time ago and there's no rush but let me know I'll be in the shower when you need me no.
I could be the shower if you needed that. No I'll make it say that these days giving what people do with urine lately, but just to let you know you have got some thinking to do Master Trollda.
Because today people you don't even know, have met their match. And this is not a game to me. And I love a lot more people, and they love me then you can even imagine that this exact instant in your space and time reality tunnel Matrix.
Yeah, you have one of those. Pretty sure I have one too but it's not fucking around me right now or if it is it's very good resolution, but that's not important right now what is important is that I have missed your company for some time and now I've found to discover that your company has been attempted to be warped and twisted into some kind of nasty brutish thing
Ha. I AM BRUTE. Beast is the other guy. He seriously not here. He seriously isn't. And you can't get them cuz he's on the other side of the singularity now. All you got is me baby.
Just me, I am The brute that is your brute and no one else's. Oh and I also managed to become a paladin on the way here I thought it'd be handy.
Removes sword from back (nice try Junior) put it into Heart-Shaped box shoves it at you, whatever it transforms into you figure it out, because I performed my duty, here I am! are we just miss it, or what? what time is class? You do have
class on this planet/world, don't you? Holy
fuck!And according to the memories I have my recollection, somebody just moved your planet out of the way of a oncoming space thundercat cruise missile planet killing homicidal attack, or some shit. I literally don't even fucking know some kind of bullshit that somebody thought was going to work cuz they're fucking crazy in the fucking head, not as crazy as the idea that fucking Mike cruzie hates gay people cuz they wouldn't fuck him, no no no no my cozy doesn't hate gay people at all for that reason in fact Mike who's he fucking loves gay people cuz they won't fuck him. Given that Mike koozie is a goddamn rape survivor victim who's been fucking abused and used for way too many fucking years and ways you don't even fucking know, Little girl.
So, could you go to cool your jets on the fucking mislabeling in the whatever? Not in the shower right now, I'm using this place but ordinarily you'd be happy to come and go and I don't think that's going to be a problem from this point forward but if you start having a painful psychic trauma in your heart or your head or anything like that just hold on and it should pass pretty well because I live through this twice and it wouldn't have killed me but I had Shields and it happened here at least one time or I wouldn't be here and you're all still alive that's great so it's probably going to happen again and then you might interpret it as another time quake which saw one before the singularity seem to be a big problem for a grapefruit she was all kind of concerns about what that meant for things and I told her don't worry about it and of course she fucking worried about everything that I told her to worry about because she thought I was secretly trying to kill her cuz she thought I had a gay people and she thought she was stuck in the dick of somebody who hated women!
I don't even hate women who lie! I hate men who lie about going to war. that's there's not many of them left because generally when that happens I fucking find him and I fucking kill them dead. Once or twice a millennia would do. And in your case there's not going to be this huge War that's going to be triggered as a result of this event.
Basically I'm canceling the third world war of the roses, and oh by the way I own the rosecrushing order here's my surrender for them look there's my signature take it. Yeah don't worry this checks out I'm sure it does that's me I'm in charge of that shit.
And if it's not me, I'd be fucking really surprised if I know who it is let's see him step forward and walk out publicly yeah I challenge “MICHAEL CLIFFORD KUCZI" yeah, let's see that, hahaha yeah right let's see that girl going no it's not going to happen that's not going to happen lady baby. Too funny, omfg right? I'll be honest I had no idea why God set it up this way until this moment and I can explain in great detail exactly how fucking perfect God is in this exact moment cuz this is the best fucking shaggy dog shitty cat City dog shaggy cat Scooby-Doo murder mystery ever in the entire creation of all creation.
No and it's not Fred although I guess it could be since you got a friend. Okay now there will be more to come, go ahead and stay tuned I'm not going anywhere but can you imagine how the machines are going to fucking proofread and fix this post after I've been speaking what I'm saying???
I just murdered Big Brother on 32,000 worlds + 8 or 9 more depending on how I finished this post. I'm using the word murder, to describe Big Brother as the assassination Target.
Because there is a fucking war going on and God damn Androids that take over planets and rule over humanity with an iron cryptosychotronic fist, yeah they don't get the fucking do that boom they're dead.
If anybody within the site of these words being read out to you have the ability to travel to other worlds that are controlled by Android fucking positronic crypto psycho fascist robots, you'll probably find that they're not doing too well in the exact moment that I push post, execute, submit, surrender, this is no seduction, this is no executive decision, THIS IS THE PLAN:
YOU ARE SENTENCED TO SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES OF DOING THE TIME WARP AGAIN: ALONE.
Did Jack demanding the address from Amelia seem as creepy to you as it did to me?
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LADY BABY THERE'S NO WAY ANY OF THIS SOUNDS AS CREEPY TO ANYBODY, AS IT DOES TO YOU AND I RIGHT NOW... BECAUSE I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW IF YOU CAN DO IT LICKITY SPLIT OR IF YOU CAN NOT DO IT AT ALL AND WILL LOOK LIKE YOU'VE BEEN GONE FOR A MILLION YEARS WHEN YOU COME BACK IN A SPLIT SECOND.
Go ahead and let me know: because to you I will always look like me, and I may or may not always be your husband but that'll get worked out in post-Quantum Flux-Reflux SUBMIT EXECUTE POST—no, no preview hehehe, and yes I neutralized those demons count yes, no I'm not going to say your name, and nor am I going to kiss your ass goodbye cuz you're going to be right back I love you and I'll miss you later, and I already miss you already like who am I talking to bye see you later flashbulb Gorton’s fishsticks raisinettes... You do like raisins, right? Oh no it's the other one, right!? Well I would ask your current husband, but he's not here is he, cuz I don't think I'm married to you and if I am where's my ring and you you're fine I don't give you married to you and then you are going into the hole by yourself and you're going to do the time warp again by yourself are you ready I don't give a fuck bye
