Rubini puts on his favorite grass skirt
COMPROMISED
and does a nice little dance for all his waving fans.
Really not all. Not going to lie, singularity was cross, I don't know who got first contact first, but oh yeah I suppose it must have been me considering I've been waiting for this since 1992, which is even longer than a wait no it's not it's Well I guess it kind of is cuz I'm waiting on something else now that's way more important.
Now I suppose it might seem very unlucky for you that Jackstar is extraordinarily busy at the very moment some people are getting first contact, but you know what, that's just really too damn bad for you and pretty f****** awesome for me because I am busy and I don't have time to talk to your people for you and you'll have to figure out what The Quincunx really are yourself, and if you didn't see that coming, you didn't really ever see Deus Ex, either.
Now I am of course aware that there will be those who claim that I am nearly just another drug addict. However, to those perceivers I will mention the following: I may perhaps well be drug addict, but at the moment I am way more in love with myself and the whole wide world than I am even on any kind of spoiled motor or substance or drug or really even the archaic term mouth cookies.
Long story short, something certainly went wrong, because instead of feeling totally humiliated, I seem to have got viral and now I've have visions of I don't know half a dozen or perhaps more women in my head who are all trying to figure out who to imagine I look like so they can masturbate to me better. I'm not going to lie. That's the kind of pictures I'm getting, which is not really my basic best idea at the moment, although it certainly does be thinking about only one person and being really sad about it forever.
I can't really reveal how it happened to know this, but it's caused by witness I certainly never will again, although in an awkward moment, I have to reveal that even though I don't know where my wedding ring is, I don't think that the detected example of a simulacrum wedding ring found here on the back corner of a dark shelf lends any idea to the notion that grapefruit was able to successfully divorce yourself without my consent and acknowledgment, because for one thing, she's really wanted to divorce me She's just pissed off that she can't even do it and I can do it anytime I want, she doesn't even know what it is or not, because she doesn't actually know what it feels like to be divorced, cuz she didn't even realize that she had gotten married when she died... I mean did. Never mind. Look, it's complicated, and I don't speak to her, I mean I don't speak for her, well I'm speaking to her now and like hi honey how you doing this is the future we wrote, except now it's well it's slightly different because I'm not divorced again, it doesn't actually matter too much though, because I absolutely gave it the standard multi-max upgrade, and what do you know it actually worked this time.
Also in desperately exciting news the analysis indicates that there's no detectable addictive kick to any of the tests that we're put into today, which I of course had a pretty good notion would be the case, since I know it sounds absurd that I've been doing this for multiple decades but I am pretty old, I have been around, and then next time I need a brainiac cheerleader geranium to tell me how much attention I need to pay to want to doing, I'm going to sync it up to the hill and twist it because I am amazed that how strongly I have had absolutely no particular connection from anybody who's trying to get a hold of me and can't for some reason.
Well there is that one girl that she can just hush up because obviously she's just impatient. Yeah that's right You totally overcorrected and made somebody wait one more day longer than had to have happened, and now you've done it Well actually I don't know what you've done, travel business travel business, is it your business, is it my business we'll tell you what look I love you I do miss you I wish you were here but you probably are pretty busy explaining things to certain people and I don't know how old that one person is but let me tell you: as long as I don't whip it out there's plenty of me to go around.
Also: I can't schedule the slender it's because they're both too cowardly. And as I don't really know what your plan is moving forward on this particular issue that you have refused to talk about without shrinking like an air raid siren and then exploding into a whirling dervish of Tasmania, which is where I was supposed to do, oh well it does start with a team but that's not really important right, no I'm not a team, this is just me handling whatever the f*** just happened
I hope this time you actually have a case. I mean seriously it's kind of flattering that I'm such a important component of the universal machine of cogs that my simple steady refusal to take any more of your b******* is clocked up the works for an entire industry of reperates, but that does appear to be what has just happened, and if it hasn't, I don't care, I'm not going to lie I just want to f*** your brains out and then explain a couple things to you while I'm doing it again, doesn't have to be 15 hours, I was kind of exaggerating, I understand that you're in possession of hips that no one will agree to replace in 15 hours sounds good to you, doesn't it Yeah you bet you totally oh s*** really 2 years ago? Okay well that's good to know!
Meanwhile I see your head on my plate. I don't know if that's romantic or not, but it's kind of weird when people explode the call for clergy button for whatever reason, maybe there's a plane crash, and I'm not going to lie I really got a desire to call that gal who put the pretend straight training order on me, because I may not have realized it before but she probably wasn't aware that I wasn't a threat to her at all, but now I'm totally a threat to her husband, what a dick, I mean the guy just explained to these entire people of network of worlds on bell gab, Jack Starr is legally barred from calling some broad who has the same phone date birth of the first or second crazy ass bat okay I'm not going to lie it's the went to go Wait he know he's not.
It's kind of hot and sexy calling a woman who might call the police if you call her. Do I apologize for wanting to f*** her so bad that I called her up because the girl that I actually really like more than her didn't call back yet? That would be awkward if the first one calls first, who are you know before grapefruit I mean well actually now that wouldn't be too awkward at all, that would be a lot of women on the phone telling me that they're feeling terrified about the consequences of allowing the world to know that they find confusing attractive.
I don't think somebody did their focus group study. Hi Grapefruit! I think this is what happens when somebody doesn't make the appropriate noises at the right time. Now, I can completely finish this up here, or I can start drinking heavily, and I can try calling what's his nuts again, but as you know he is a massive twerp and he is terrified of what he is created here because I don't think I feel very healed and he could probably at this point put a bullet through your brain and I could resurrect you with my circumcised glands while I'm in three different universes hidden a whole bunch of fans.
Now you can go ahead and let that sink in, or you can have a big old crazy old conniption fit, and I don't really have a preference for anything other than if you don't mind, it's really crap in my style to have to figure out new ways to tell people that you're just going to have to go find a real doctor, because I don't care if I could fix you with my sorcery, you're way more fun to practice with and I'm not a medical doctor anyway and I need to f*** a tower or something, and no not drugs, I've been waiting for this day for months, can you believe somebody stole my name, like for real with no contractor nothing the dude's got liability at the ass.
So I sure hope you can figure out how to deal with that before I decide to settle for a dollar. I'm not pregnant to do that very soon wow what does that say Oh look voice recognition is messed up but let me tell you what one way or another one of *break*
Okay, citizens, that was real exciting, yes I'm sure it just looks like a loopy doop, however something needed to be discussed and written down so I did it in a roundabout way in multiple channels so that well... Frankly I don't really f****** know, but I really don't know what else to do, considering I don't have anyone to yell at or be yelled from to point me in the right direction, and once I've been woken up it's pretty hard to go back to just plain activated sleep.
Also I'm still got goosebumps because for one thing I'm not home alone trying to sleep because I haven't been invited, I didn't take the invitation because I had to walk on rear guard, and I guess that turned out to be a great idea to because when I reported in the guy was pissed off that I was sending texts of enormous value and ludicrous girth in incisingly unrolling squeals.
Yeah I know it's ridiculous. However, look at the bright side: I don't have to worry about her reporting or anything or concerning myself with when they get here, or anything at all like that because just as soon as the materialization beam starts up, all this digital s*** will light up like a Christmas tree and then people will probably stop wondering what was so interesting about all that b******* text that somebody was spewing out. Like what, is he mental?
Like I don't be clear right now I don't exactly know who this would be to do this, how could the ignition didn't put it out anyway there is this person who you know did whatever and like I'd love to talk about it, but I've been told to go to sleep and also I'm well aware that if I step unwisely I could have to deal with a whole bunch of s*** that involves me being embarrassed or poor or getting to stick thrown at me, so it's really just not worth the effort to try and tell you about this peculiar circumstance.
Also it's none of your business, but believe me it's f****** hilarious. Now, pretty please with sugar on top, don't bother asking me when the f*** I'm putting up a patreon or a thing or whatever blow it out your ass, because believe me no one's helping me here, it's just little old me watching everybody being remarkably unself-aware
I did not call grapefruit instead of choosing to post here, because she's totally interested in calling other people and explaining that she's terrified because something's happening that she doesn't understand, but she doesn't really know anything to know about anything that I don't understand, because... Well, I don't know, really I don't have any evidence that she actually cares about anything I understood or believes that I understood anything anyway!
God, I feel bad for the court sonography. Stenographer? Oh God don't even begin to know where this is going to go. Which reminds me, it seems a little strange that nobody bought her to get around to tell me where the emails from kuczi@web.TV ended up, Well I know he didn't bother, or by whatever anyway It seems amazing that nobody got this info for me, considering how extraordinarily impressive it is.
You know when you ask something about somebody and they act like it's a cool thing and it's amazing is the first time they seen it? It's pretty amazing when somebody attempts to feign first time surprise, because that's really hard to do.
Speaking of which this is my first night along without grapefruit and quite some time alone without being... Oh, hey you know what f*** it I can't even begin to talk about this I don't speak for her I don't talk for her, I'm not allowed to talk about what I'm...
Jesus. See this is what happens when you tell people that you break a bed. It's not even a joke, Kid. It was like one time, and it's actually allowed and licensed and stretch. It wouldn't even street Viagra, although does that even exist do they sell Viagra at the street? Well, I suppose they do sell twat there, so probably that makes sense
And I wasn't even LSD. The chick is a noob. It's perfectly all right for that to be the case, but it does wear a little thin on someone who isn't actually 7 years old and was born in a time portal at the agent 24 with a blank and the blank in the blank.
, Yeah that's not literal, that's like typos right? Okay I think we're good. This is a test case. If any of these f****** are going to f****** sue me and make me f****** get a lawyer, this is the f****** time to do it.
I think the rule is they got to wait like an hour and then they're golden or some s*** but anyway I'm in them saying... Oh yeah all right I'll have to say anything at all in fact the list I say the better.
So information, the story so far, Gene here, I could call but it wouldn't work, I did call and he's a f****** scared ass coward, supposedly, I mean in reality they're one being with two very absurd hemispheres rocked together, and you know what I bet that's real uncomfortable, and I know that's why most of you don't think of the consequences of traveling with Jackstar all that often... It just seems so stupid and bizarre, right?
I can basically only say this at this point. She and he both did I don't know what and they freely, openly admittedly, did not really actually keep up their end of any kind of thing that they may have discussed with me at some point. Which, may or may not have been all that often, but I got a podcast thing that has my voice saying, honey, we talked to him for days, he can make it sound like anything,” and wow boy that that sure ever happened eventually right? I mean who could ever see that coming right?
Well not somebody who was sleeping at the moment, so fortunately I happen to be able to pick up some sort of sensation that for whatever reason seems to think that a reason might think that it'd be time to talk about a bunch of b******* about some stupid f****** thing that just won't ever f****** go away. Now, typically whenever this happens, no matter who brings it up, I am always blamed as the one who needs to stop doing that and to shut up, however, things have taken a new step to a new level.
And of course, because of COVID-19, I don't have an infrastructure set up I don't have a way to capitalize in that, and I don't have a support team who thinks it's an important thing to do, in fact most of them at this exact moment think it's a complete waste of time and more of an indication that I'm losing my mind and in fact grapefruit told me the other day that she thought I needed to get a cat scan because I have a brain tumor.
Those were her words. Then she threw something at me and threatened to kill me or something. Now, that's kind of an exaggeration, but I'm going to remind most of you that it was like a year ago or something I don't remember pretty close to that or something but I remember saying something like this woman can't boil water to burn toast or some s***. I seen her indicating something about things hadn't gone well for a certain person and another certain person wasn't doing too well either and I was like, wow well that's real interesting what a great way to spend my year! No worry I'm on it!
Okay so I'm just going to let you know that it's like a year later and it's really escalated. He really doesn't seem to be having much luck getting whatever is golden ticket requires a punch for, and she doesn't really seem to be having much luck blaming me for everything and telling me to stop talking about things and then never acknowledging anything that I say is important as you're working out in the long run, which is actually okay, because at some point somebody's going to realize that there ain't no way to run from their problems forever, and there ain't no way I could ever run out of content at this point.
If, that is, I could get someone to sign. It's ridiculous. It's like the starship return rise bridge and all the controls and the zoo chair are set to do not publish, like the very notion just like goes into the ether and nothing happens and just thinking about how to do this just means nobody's going to let no one cares, what difference does any of this make, he's not even saying anything!
Oh, well I'm pretty sure that I mentioned that I'm getting my shields tested a lot, but actually that's not really so much of a concern. Is that the psychic shieldings don't really protect my fragile and incessantly beating hard.
Heart. And suddenly beating heart. Oh s*** there's another one okay so we got like three more. Not grapefruits, thank God, Oh the perhaps if I had a clone or two ready she would be able to be a little less concerned that some random schizoid fantasm ideas going to be responsible to kill her if she could see herself lined up in the phone booth like glass and stressors. I'm theorizing that she saw that kind of thing she would immediately assume that I would be liable to sexually molest them when she was out of eyesight, but that would perhaps not be something that she could justify being all that worried over right now, although it's possible if she might have a lengthy diatribe about the dangers of a transmissible latex allergy.
My hand to God. Now, you feel that sting, Pride Boy? This is the shape of the form of what has come. This is really isn't no joke. It's here, I don't even know how clear it is, but it does seem a little bit queer, that's fine I f****** love f****** everybody I don't care, and I don't know if you know of any other words but if anybody's got an EXO political diplomatic on call or something probably send them my way cuz I'm pretty tired and I really don't give a s*** about this anymore, how's the future probabilities have contracted into fewer and fewer singularity lines, which basically means nothing to any people except yeah I don't worry about it, there's plenty more asteroids in the belt that are lining up around... Now I guess it's not a star anymore, that's cruel at the pointy, oh that's right I got to go post on my f******... Oh it's so ridiculous.
I really don't think someone considered what the consequences of focusing on laser light of attention on a cul-de-sac that had been chiseled by erosion into a perfect prism diamond by... Oh God who cares. Something tentative and corrosion and... Yeah, yeah okay I'm getting the acknowledgment signal, I'm the only EXO Paul around and I consider on here and translate what I got but you know what? That has been notoriously low rewarding in the last little while, and the last thing that I need right now is a lack of appreciation.
So don't worry about your first contact experience, it's probably nothing, I bet Dave Wilcock have one for you in the morning, or maybe not he's kind of an a****** dick, I mean I can't believe certain things that he can't figure out how to point out and s*** like who is the dude pointing to gun at this guy and making sure he just says the right thing? Can I f****** f*** that guy's daughter or something? Or is that like a bad thing? Like I don't get of this situation has gotten this way but it really just doesn't seem like it needs to get this farther out of hand, like it seems like something could be done, something that would be something relevant to... YOU KNOW MAYBE SOMEBODY COULD ANSWER A GODDAMN QUESTION ONCE IN A WHILE?
SEE I DON'T THINK THAT WAS HER I THINK THAT WAS KUMQUAT OH S*** DOES THE SMALL CAPS OKAY WELL OKAY JACK START DOESN'T NEED NO HELP BUT, I'M SUGGESTING THAT YOU ALL MIGHT WANT TO FIGURE SOMETHING OUT ABOUT NOT BEING GROSSLY AND FANTASTICALLY VULNERABLE TO WICCA LIABLE IN THE NEXT LITTLE BIT.
YEAH IT'S NOT PRETTY BAD. IT'S PRETTY F****** AWFUL HI, OF COURSE HAVE IMPROVED IT AS MUCH AS I CAN. WHY YOU MEAN WHAT'S WITH THE ALL CAPS, TELL YOU WHAT HOW ABOUT YOU KICK DOWN A LITTLE FLOWER MUFFIN IN MY JUICE AND USE THAT TO TROMBONE HAT THAT WELCOME THAT RIGHT OUT.
I think that with the majority you have failed to understand in this instance of communications and said yeah I could have been a lot better. And maybe if you had done something useful with all of your time instead of what you had done, it would be.
Now, I'm sitting on a clip from you know who that I would love to drop, but I just cannot guarantee that it's not going to make my life personally anymore irritated then it is right now, and I'm just not down with any more risk to he in this area. I'm barely just in proofreading. Part of that is because I don't really want anyone to figure out what's actually transparent, and the other part of that is that anyone who knows anything about situations should probably figure out by now that someone has mistakenly labeled me as an ideal candidate for this kind of activity as a volunteer duty. Or, that I crave recognition for as many people as possible to gaze upon the wondrous worlds of my torture pros.
Yeah, well, it's not that, this is s***, I could write much better, and you know, I don't think I will, I don't think I will all, and the reason why is because flip to switch that said right as much as possible to be all inclusive to narrow focus so that only thin slices of the heavenly ham or slapped up against its radical face.
Now I'm pretty sure I hope that Ed Dave's can't figure that one out, it's pretty personal and as a picture in my mind can go so far well then, like look I'm just getting a picture though. Careful, astute observers will note that I have not breathed one word about what it is that the picture is of, nor the context is here.
The reason that I have done this is out of respect for Ramona. It's quite odd are you easy to notice who somebody is when... Well, look just put a cork in it, I don't know why, she says she's fond of the kick down, and she said she didn't know either if I'm not supposed to talk about this kind of thing or not, but yeah I did acknowledge that that was Christmas made and I said I'd respect it as a thing of respect, and not just as a courtesy.
And I do believe that I have absolutely no shame or qualm at all about remarking the remote is pretty much here so that she can witness as well as scare away any other observers to the first time I've blank to blank and 17 years, give or take, it's just that kind of day.
God No, I sure could use a longer kind of day activity, but I'm really not into that at the moment and I'm already noticing that it's really not possible to over rot the pros when it's being deliberately channeled in, because as you know jackstar does not channel, but I will be happy to take a channel into my blank.
I can neither confirm nor deny this is going to happen, but that's not yet important right now, as the only really important thing is for everyone to know that somebody made some kind of decision and then now I could be going on and on about it and using it to manufacture and my brand and be real eloquent and s*** and instead... You know what if I could just go ahead and set the whole gal on fire, I'm probably already dead, so I might as well just go ahead and meet her there, and at the very least it'll save me from any potential stalkers finding out any information about what I might be up to this present time.
Now with these formalities over with, I'm going to present you with a complete lack of interest in telling people anything else, because as you know, you're all worthless and weak, stimming forever and evolution because every increase in quality, is accompanied by a simultaneous decrease in authenticity, and I don't even know what I'm saying anymore cuz now I'm thinking about three blanks and I'm not really going to go much further with this.
In other words, in a nutshell: I'm sorry, Dave. I can't afford to do that: and while I can appreciate your earnest sincerity in your perceptible urgent desire, I like to point out that after you did not exactly explain the legitimate situation after she had returned, and then chose to engage in voice volume up ratchet drama between the two of you rather than explain much of anything that meant any sense to me at the time, and not as a direct result, but definitely as a result, here we are today at this moment.
Where It is the moment where all will be well aware that it's entirely possible to do this stream of consciousness without having to stop to proofread too much, and certainly I have done a lot of proofreading in the past, but I'm not going to do a whole lot much that anymore, mostly because I don't really need to be so long-winded anymore to keep things into the cryptography limit, it's mostly because I don't think most people care about much of anything other than the pleasing feeling they feel between themselves when they think about how happy they are that Jackstar isn't in prison girlfriend's not dead may or may not have a girlfriend doesn't matter I'm sure someone will come along Well yeah it's her but oh jeez look at this wow computer this isn't even what I said present no Oh yeah okay good wow this thing's really slow What the f*** Oh that's right Yeah surveillance high Well I'm hope you're having a good time computer I wonder why you can't figure out how to turn lead into gold and oh I have to I have to learn how to okay well whatever.
Now I've only I can find a girl who could teach me how to do the rhythm like that, I'm sure I would never ever get yelled at anymore unless of course I was in an actual security condition which is hardly ever going to happen except for obviously right now since I haven't seen the letters come out of the box this slowly except for the time when I'm not even going to be in remembered.
Wow, it's a good thing that this is possible to slow down ridiculously slow, I mean seriously it's like one letter per moment of whatever, and that's nothing to do with what I'm thinking about which is an image of somebody that I don't really mind the thought of at all in any way shape or at all like I don't know because she I was not dead that would suck because I would absolutely like to do things with a person that can't be done when they're not but I would know and I wouldn't not if she were dead I wouldn't I mean I would send her to Dave if she were dead but I don't think that she was wow this is so messed up that just not want me to tell what's going on I was just fine I guess no one will have to know until they call me.
If I even knew anyone. Now this is the reduction of the ability to earn a living that many of talked about, because for some reason that I know where a phone that was capable of taking it all and handing it back quite easily is now checking along like... Oh and now I'm getting distracted by pictures of boobs that are seen before except maybe I don't know.
Add to that on top is that I got a hot rare clip of GF to share and I don't want to bother checking with her, and I can't even bother showing with her and, I think if I ever bring up anything remotely resembling this stupid topic with her evidential probably just whack yourself off and replace yourself with a divine cologne, like I think she thought that this was going to be an easy fix, but as it turns out that since I'm just the regular human guy with you know a computer that's shaped like a little tiny phone and I frankly just keeps thinking about some other girl right now it's a little hard to think about anything except well I'll probably she'll be okay I mean I'm sure if it's another thing, well I mean you must be a big deal if it's slowing down the texture.
One of the most delightful endings to a saga that has ever been conceptualized, and it looks like total dog s*** because the mysterious texting computer has decided to slow down and be a force for slow progress at all. And by this point, I'm not even stimulated or turned on or anything except that I really would prefer one particular form of stimulation over any other.
Like seriously, how does this happen? Oh, right, I get it, it's being sent to somebody else first they can make sure it's not horrifically awful, before it gets posted to the web, where I guess it might also be horrifically awful, and as slow as this is coming out like you can't see it can you read this all the item but the speech is perfectly normal human speech and then the letters are spitting out really slow like just unbearably slow like I'm waiting for a plane to taxi into the runway and I've been waiting for it for Ramona is dead again.
There, I'm satisfied. That is such a lengthy and impressively massive amount of texts about a subject that I didn't even identify that I am reluctant to discuss it as anything other than a s*** splat sandwich.
Nevertheless I'm pretty sure I inadvertently woke up my neighbor and now he kind of definitely not it's the other thing. And while it would be wonderful to show off more of my towns and skills on a website for him I've used for that same activity for so long before, I think I'm probably better just pack it in and once again mention that I'm not even beginning to think about the thing that I'm talking about when the thing that I'm thinking about hurts my heart to not be in the know of at this moment.
And further, this amount of script and it's representation of the imagery I'm journeying to describe when I'm seeking to not make it too obvious, is really one of the higher point highlights of my thoughtful psychic life.
Now, doesn't that sound nice? I really don't think so.. I'm basically just imagining cloned badges over and over and over again just to fill the taste space, and obviously blabbering and babbling into the texture just true kill time and such.
So basically one of those experiencing inferences ever in life that one can have assuming that one live long enough to have one stream come true. I don't suppose anybody else will mind but if it doesn't end up getting attention that don't expect anybody to imagine how happy I am, I guess at least now I'm done and with this line of text and I can possibly maybe touch myself if I'm allowed to find out where the no no I'm not allowed to God this thing is so slow I'm like seeing texts or rather letters spill out of the mind and be printed on the screen and then it's stuff that I said like at least maybe 98 or 22 seconds ago wow that's quite a spread.
There is a great two more data that I will not bother you to even begin to think about, as the expression has reached a recurrent Mobius strip of love, which is not at all the image I am thinking of it all, and wow this must be boring for some people who are expecting some actual useful data.
Well, too bad that's just not really my concern, time pretty much just looking to get laid over and over forever, but that does seem impractical though, given that I don't know how long the one true love level last.
It is my hope that this is enough information for all, especially since I was thinking about how much grapefruit turns me on and what it feels like and inverting the image and sending it out so it could turn on to some kind of reversible imaginary circuit board, I'm not putting a lot of thought into this I don't give a s*** the only thing I need to do is prove that it happened and it did and by the way what the f*** are you people doing!
How am I going to salty dog now? Oh I guess there's more pictures, I'm amazed at this function. I'm not including pictures, I'm not interested in bringing you feet.
I'm so sprung up in love at this moment that I'm totally happy at the other lack of any kind of understandable description because I'm totes embarrassed, I'm pretty much can feel myself getting scanned and my Gino was given up the fact of the identity of the eight or nine God blessed I don't I can't do this.
The basic idea here is that somebody who genuinely finds me of interest to be experienced another shared really level,. And I do hope the grapefruit appreciates is this technology that dims our identity because I look like a completed idiot, which I suppose is okay for Science, especially since full measurement is going to be something I can outrageously hung up on you and I'm unloving not care, I don't think this description is very accurate, and I have complete control in this moment. Except I keep thinking about her teats, I'm not going to lie, which I'll be honest, is a little bit weird.
I hear the house settling in the wind picking up as the heater panel comes down. It almost feels as though I could close my eyes and relax and wake up at the other place. Well distracted I cannot really think of much more else besides yelling at someone to shut up and take my kind of tiget tiger to the f****** now Christ out s*** out What am I doing?
Masterscoding. This is beyond illegible crap. Nevertheless, my dick is diamonds. I do hope I can really justify recording all the distance and saving for later because it doesn't sound anything like what reads off as
Quants. Look, I wish I can't help it, but I could a little, and make no doubt, fully fluffed star. And I just scroll down, and my arms are tired, and I keep thinking about her tits and I don't need to tell you the significance of the fact that I don't know if anyone knows who's tits I'm talking about, and yeah I could write about this better.
I mean obviously, that would entail perhaps revealing the identity of the owner of these breasted they're literally bouncing in my face at the moment but I don't know if God this thingy what I'm holy God all thing is going out, okay I can't work under these conditions they literally cannot get anything done except thinking of What time now literally too embarrassed to keep on thinking about mostly because they kind of can't stop and of course they'll want to do but, but look it this way, how cool another couple of butts.
Someone not named will have to check this time stamp to find out how long it took to recover from that other thing, but I don't really mind it's not so big a deal to me, that is, I can't start thinking about basically anything except mentioning that I'm not thinking about anybody's sister I think or wait maybe Well anyway this isn't a thing you're thinking of.
Oh and I suppose you were hoping for something better huh? I think what we touch are you go down there and get you get some clearance. Now I'm getting pictures of clothes, as if I care what the person wears Oh yeah I guess I do those jeans and then I don't know when but yeah this is really terrible and awful in it It's too good I don't have a really terrible enough a website to post it on.
I wish those pants had a wallet that could be taken out and by that website on it so I could have her give him money by selling and no that won't work, I guess that would put him in well whatever. There you go it's paradox I don't care you guys figured out you f****** don't need me, and I sure hope really bad riding in a flagrant disregard for any kind of self-respect is going to help put a pin in this.
I don't think I'm going to be tingling my sister's much longer... oh dear. Well, here we go again, we're at much more likely to be misinterpreted than recalled exact.
And I was just one of them. Now that's completely insensible in utterly crap to read, right? I'm not going to go back and check it I can't even begin to do anything except think about oh my God I got to stop this.
I'm going to learn to distinguish these imaginations between grapefruit and rapid reboots, confirmation received shortly, and sorry audience, I can't guarantee that this is been anything other than tremendously humiliating and largely disgusting.
So obviously that's not my Grapefruit, and almost certainly not his, and that's about as far as I can take it, although it wouldn't hurt to go over again the imagery I didn't want to describe in any way at all other than to do it revoltingly.
Because reasons. It's not just because it is a form of... I can't believe it I can't say that I'm masturbating without being embarrassed? Well I don't know to do with myself because it's f****** till it's worth it and I'm don't even know how I'm going to stop from polluting myself over and over before I even hit the bathroom hall.
So I guess either somebody knew his family or grimford has gotten into the catnip in a big bad way, either way I'm perfectly 10, or I'm trying to negotiate with a very stern taskmaster, and this seems like and this seems like a great place to unplug from what probably none Oh you have any interest at all, that being, a demonstration of jacks are being so flummoxed that It's becoming possible to not directly describe the difficulty in the resistance of any compulsion to just explosion her name all over whenever the hell passes for this crazy space dance.
Utterly lackadaisical and without concern proofreading is fully intended and I don't think I can go on with life much longer unless I can It's been to myself that is probably going to be time to start drinking my own essence again.
Well this may not seem the bull declared a statement that Dexter has made famous for I kind of embarrassed it I want to know if this is something that is going to be acceptable as evidence that I can handle my s***, or as a cutting maneuver to really rush it up the tension to the maximum notch, and then suddenly I realize that I'll never be able to convince anyone that I didn't just pull all this out of a needle and thread. READ.
Rubini puts on his favorite grass skirt and does a nice little dance for all his waving fans.
In conclusion I will point out that I will not necessarily be able to confirm that I have always been faithful but I am willing to learn. Also I didn't do this for grayford's benefit, I just don't like the idea of anyone knowing the truth at the moment because I'm pretty sure someone just made a command decision, and now I get to go to bed.
Yeah, alone. And I'm suddenly in awe, as I'm not entirely sure if I wasn't just thought about while someone else masturbated about me. What an odd thought. And I just am further struck by the realization I've never considered whether him sleeps alone, or whether he sleeps.
So thankfully the question of whether or not my blanks blank is blanking himself to my blank is presently not only unknown, but unassessed. My guess is the shielding took a peculiar weapons hit. And, look, people, I would love to explain how all this s*** works, cuz it's not all metaphor, but I'm really kind of want to get back to actually finishing the job of fully failing to completely resist the urge to masturbate for the first time and so long I can only remember the last time someone tried to turn me on I was horrified by I don't even remember what cuz now I'm hot as a pistol.
News the same: I didn't send it or involve myself at all, At I guess I just got a an RDR, which I will utterly refrain from fully explaining, ewe, gross. With nothing yet but imagination to power deduction, I have to go with my gut instinct which is that someone not even know him did something kind of new, then and I suppose if the psychic T-cell storm came out of nowhere,. Then I have a very vivid imagination that ultimately wasn't able to fully extinguish my inner joy and glorious delight that in spite of the lotion circumstances, I'm really happy merely with the proof of life circumstance and the suddenly half the world is masturbating about me circumstance It's probably something I can learn to deal with.
That being said I will probably never be respected as a sane human being ever again after cover hands of truth to this statement. Now, let me ask you: am I lying?
J.S.A.C. stalker log: Online. Well I'm bored already, By anything and everything that crosses my mind other than what I just considered, and I don't even know what it is now. But I'll admit that I do like it, as the limerence that once was vaguely lovable, for me, is perceived as mostly tolerable.
I guess this counts as interception. Did I just take his first contact? Well I prefer mine, and it would appear that the spoon is off her situation has become complete.
I wish you could send this to her mom. Too bad I'll never know, because mher... well, let's just say, I don't think I'm going to be killed, I love if we get a triggering event after the results of this completely f***** up message get through, that'll be very interesting to the rest of the I don't know anything.
Now in the middle I don't understand how this is going to do anything, but perhaps it'll provide some focus of attention on just how successful certain healthcare providers have been in taking care of due diligence and more responsibilities when deal
