Rubini is clowning, and he is a good one.
I traced back the point of singularity to the place where there was two Rubinis, and I cindered the foul one and I'm about to do the cindered one again, and, and then... I'm quoting this from memory. I'm no longer there, this was in the past, thank God, this was far in the past, and as God is my witness I'll have no need to do the ravinia again ever again for another day and a half seconds probably I don't know.
Last I heard she's caught in traffick? Well, it don't matter. What are the advantages of first and last out editing is that once I'm done, I'm done I'm hitting the hay and still rolling around, I actually won't be too quiet here, cuz I'm alone in a house with another male, ewe, gross, I've literally called every single person in the planet who knows me, and the phone calls don't go through, no one can call, no one can write, no one can do anything, I'm in a dimensional bubble, I guess that food is going to have to teleport in, or you know I could just knock on the door and announce that it feels sorry to forgive me and then some sort of way that I'm never going to live down or forget.
And then I'll say, oh, you mean 13th grade when I was feeding the royal righteous semen demon for about, oh I don't know, every moment of every day from inside out? Literally nothing better to do, and even if I did, would have even matter, I couldn't even breathe, what's in the bag? Oh really? Are you f******... dog... Jesus. Are you kidding me? do you realize do you have no idea You have no idea, do you?
Well, it's not like Kayla Mueller, not even close. It will be, however, a much much, nicer time. Monogrammed condoms. Righteous potato salad. Dose after dose after dose of sedative hypnotics with a strong memory reaction component. A jaunty chapeau, and $758 bottles of Ab’s sin the fucking thing, like seriously, lady, there's a routine maintenance procedure to perform. You open up the circle you stick in the cock you f****** rub it around a little while and then pretty soon things are all back to normal.
Now, I have no idea what happens when that thing's f****** taking f****** time or time down while I'm out, but I'll put it this way, as long as that metronome keeps its cadence I'm not really going to be worried about anything at all, and I don't give two s**** about what Dana a little bit thinks is important right now, because she's done the most important thing of all: sworn fealty, ignorance & rutting concupiscence.
Here, is this your evidence? I'll be honest, there were other places I could put it, but it must have been some sort of gravitational pull: All that arcane slut power flew right to the baby maker like it was meant to, and then straight up to 5th chakra zone.
There's no sign post. There's no wizardry. There's no sound. There's not even any Dana.
THERE IS ONLY RARA. LOOKS CUTE, HUH? THIS IS THE REPLICA OF THIS TIE HOOKER I SAW ONCE, WAY MORE INTERESTING THAN THE GABCAST, I DIDN'T GET A CHANCE TO TALK ABOUT IT, BUT I WANTED TO LET YOU ALL KNOW, NOT EVEN TEMPTED EVEN FOR A MOMENT, TO LET HER KNOW THAT SHE WAS NEVER EVER EVER GOING TO GET A HANDLE ON THAT, CUZ I COULD TELL THAT SHE WAS GOING TO GO, THEN I HAD TO.
FOR ONE THING, THE BODYGUARD RIGHT NEXT TO HER ACTUALLY DID LOVE HER. FOR ANOTHER HE WAS READY TO KILL ME RIGHT THERE FOR NOT LEAVING WHEN I SUPPOSED TO LEAVE. HE MUST HAVE THOUGHT IT WAS ONE CRAZY CRACKER, STAND OUT IN PUBLIC WITH A THUG AND A WHITE GIRL, HANDED HER DRUGS AND DOING IT OPEN AND ALL, WHAT WITH WOULD ME BEING A HUNG A N**** LIKE THAT.
LIKE, WAS IT AROUND HIM WHEN YOU STARTED REALIZING THAT IT WASN'T WORKING OUT RIGHT? I GUESS YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO BE GREAT WHEN I ACCIDENTALLY KILLED MYSELF WITH MY WRISTS BEING SLIPPED AND TO BOTH IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD, YOU JUST COME RIGHT BACK DOWN AND RESURRECT ME, WINK, OH LOOK A SEX CHANGE TOO, YEAH F*** YOU BUDDY, NOT TODAY, WHAT DO WE SAY TO DEATH?
WELL, GET ON THE TRAIN. IT'LL BE FINE. OF COURSE YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH. GO ASK GRANNY SHE'S GOT A TIME MACHINE DON'T LET HER TELL YOU SHE DOESN'T SHE STILL GOT TEETH TOO, AND SHE GIVES YOU ANY MORE F****** LIES AND BACK TALK LIP THAT DOESN'T PAN OUT, SHE AIN'T GOING TO BE HAVING THOSE NO MORE EITHER
AS IT TURNS OUT IN THE FUTURE CLOCKING YOUR B******* B**** ROBOT HOUSEMATE HOUSEMATE ROBOT RABBIT IDIOT CALCULATOR SLIDE RULE BUCKHEAD DOORSTOP IN THE JAW IS TOTALLY POSSIBLE AND TOTALLY LEGAL AND YOU KNOW HONESTLY IT'S IN THE MANNER SOMEHOW YOU GOT TO RECALIBRATE IT.
UNLESS YOU'RE ON EARTH. THEN YOU GOT TO RECALIBRATE WITH A BAPTISM. OR A BUNCH OF NUNS I DON'T KNOW WHICH. I'VE NEVER HAD A PROBLEM WITH REMEMBERING TO RECALIBRATE, SINCE I REALLY ONLY HAVE SEX ONCE EVERY CALENDAR YEAR, BUT I HEAR SOME OF YOU ARE HAVING TROUBLES.
HEY, BY THE WAY, THIS ISN'T REALLY ALL THAT MUCH FUN FOR ME WHEN IT HAPPENS, AND IT DOESN'T GET ANY BETTER WHEN SOMEBODY TELLS ME THAT IT'S MY FAULT OR I'M TO BLAME HER THAT I NEED TO FIX IT OR THAT I DIDN'T DO ENOUGH OR THAT I NEED TO MAKE SOMEBODY ORGASM OR THAT I NEED TO NOT ORGASM AND I NEED A NOTCH CARE OR NOT JUST ON DRUGS OR DON'T CARE ABOUT DRUGS BECAUSE I DON'T.
I CARE ABOUT JULIE ASSANGE AT THIS POINT. It seems a little strange that somebody who is known to be on record is able to point out the important and critical issues and situations like these is somehow mysteriously nowhere to be found.
Get used to it. You deserve it.
