this is barely the beginning
He sent another C&D. Another. I know I feel directed. Commanded. Inspired. How many is this now? I totes forget. Ever since July 2021 this psyop sucka MC squad has been doing garbage nonsense in my area, and while I am usually unaffected by such hijinx, something was different this time, and what was it?
"I have been sent back from the future to protect you." Jesus. Everyone gets a girlfriend but me. Eh, whatevs. Look, let's focus up here: I KNOW WHERE ALL THE BODIES ARE BURIED.
Or at least, I did. Now, I was forced to be uprooted from my ancestral homeland, at a time not directly of my choosing, and then, when I least expected it, that was done to me -again.- Although... I guess the planner didn't really plan that, huh? Okay, well, plan this: explain to me how having Wednesday Madams in my house rent-free not doing shit that was previously, openly discussed, to my benefit?
Because that is how it works. What the fuck is with these people out on the peninsula who think they know how shit works? They did! That was a while ago. Recently, Earth has moved into a greater sphere of energetic photon radiation, and along with that has come an upgraded encyclopedia of what shit works, and what shit doesn't.
Something that doesn't work anymore is Amway. Something that works exceptionally better than it used to is my (blank). See how that works? Oh, well, no--I'm intentionally being both vague -and- lovable--and I am doing so in order to make a point. Are you listening?
Good. Expel your interior screaming into the outside world then, because the reality is that this is exactly where we have to go, because, this is exactly where I have to go for you. Not the other way around. That gal? Patiently waiting? Yeah, right. I chose her for the gig because I knew the rapegang needed a target they could believe in. And I never believed that either she would forget to call before deciding to get sexy, and I -definitely- knew that DVR had a half-rapey evil twin, and so a baithorse was required.
Look, a lot of you people have no clue about this world. #1, I am a rape "victim," except no, I chose to have sex at 15 and not 16. And do you know why? Political protest against consent laws. True story. Also this girl I was sweet on at the time, and still am, did not reveal to me that she had a "rape fetish," but instead, opened my eyes ever-so-briefly to a different world than I thought existed.
#2, I'm neither a paedophile nor an ephebophile, but, hey, guess what? I'm convinced. Someone apparently thought that 19 is too young for a cougar? See, now that is really a statement of personal lack. What she was -really- objecting to was the -rest- of the story, and yeah, I bet it was a problem. I wonder why that story never came up? Oh and it did, with someone else? And wait, where did it originate? Let's check the tape.
And there, right there, we have a problem. I am not going to do internet research about a fucked-off honeypot family. That's not how these things are done. And besides, this is my thing. Where did this exterior energy come from? Well, it doesn't matter, let me think about one of my new girlfriends for a moment. Wow, nice. Well done.
You getting the picture here? We've won. And by "we" I mean "Team (CLASSIFIED)." Look, it's not important. What IS important is that my life stays on its proper track, and some of yours does as well. And some of you? Actual incineration. We've got ovens. We can make it happen.
Heaven won't bar the way. It'll get out and push. At this point? Like seriously, how can she deny it? She. Just. Keeps. Getting. Trafficked. What is that? Wow! What happens? Well, I don't know, but I did find out.
And the answer is Jackstar's Army of Libertine Carpenter Aunty-Matters, a title so juicy I ain't gonna have to proof it forever. And here's why: THEIR CENTER CAN NO LONGER HOLD.
Awww. "What's that like?" I can hear you asking. Well, it's like this, he had his shot, now he's done, she was with me first, he claimed otherwise, I gave him his shots, and the result? Well, it didn't work. For whatever reason. You dig?
I mean, don't ask me for advice. What more ought to have I done? I gave you Grapefruit tips, tricks, strategy guides. I helped you make sure she is never gonna wanna suck cock ever again. (Perfect.) I gave you chance after chance to admit that you know various pieces of information, and to acknowledge them openly. And, you didn't. And, whatever you did, didn't work.
See? You broke the girl. She's sad. She's not happy She was
happy when with me or was at least far better at pretending. When with you--after you drugfucked her off, humiliated her on-screen, shattered her chances to maintain rational and plausible decorum with me--hey, where did those boots go? What? No way, you didn't throw them away. You loved those boots. I loved those boots. Yeah, I bet you're surprised. Of course I love them, I know exactly where you got them. Sure, I'll tell you, why don't you ask me? How can you not know what to ask? Oh, that's interesting, look, she's kinda still twitching. She fell apart--she fell apart. And you didn't address that at all, now did you? Oh Hell no. A turboslut with no sense of composure or control? Well, you value that. But what did you do? Oh, right, lots of private stuff in places in the midst for some, some people like to talk in the back. Now, look there. I wrote all that about that in the guise of making a girl happier. Do you think it works?
So do we. Thanks for the demonstration. Now to move on, this important, you might wanna take a look at your own advice. Now, you don't have to, but, attend me, Executive Husband: you've made Jackstar quite happy, and while she didn't get laid, she did, in fact, have her needs addressed. More than anyone has in a quite long while, in fact, and I hope to see her do more with it, yeah! Maybe she can report TWO crimes!
Meanwhile, what legitimate growth has occurred for you and her? Well, she sure is a lot more adept at finding things to do in the world that don't involve me, that's for sure. She's great at using an iPhone, maybe. Hrmrm. You know what? I'll have to ask, once the thought-limiters are removed, because now you've made me do it, I'll have to make her smart again.
One would have thought you were to have been down with that. Did you speak with the child? Because he expressed a need. She ignored it, because she had to, and in her condition, she didn't have energy to spare--which you then drew upon more. Nice. And why? Oh, to get her "away" from Jackstar. Because Jackstar bad.
And in the meantime... how many agents? Seriously. No wonder you two burnt out. I saw that coming. And when I saw you both had no plan, I did not provide one either. How did you like that? Oh, that's too bad.
Guess how much I liked driving around the goddam island with a ghost cat and an itinerary of lies. Go on. Go on, guess.
Yeesh. What are you thinking, dude? Oh, that's right, neither of you were, autonomic reflexes were taking over cognitive thought processes. Great. Who let that happen? Oh, she did, did she? When did she get that clearance? Oh really? Let's check the Hall of Records then? Ah, yes, didn't think so.
Oh, by all means, please continue. This is fascinating shit. And this is who the courts left her with? When was that determined? What do you mean, I'm a suspect? No, I'm an innocent victim of your obviously inept attempt to steal my house by killing me and not reporting me dead. How do you have so much free time? Don't you have a thing to do? Oh, well, that's nice. Now, I have an idea: LET MY PEOPLE GO, and I'll take another girlfriend on.
That is, in fact, up to 7. How you like me now?
Probably a bit less than when you could just block me and get away with it. But you will like me more later, and ultimately I don't care. Eyes on the prize.
It's not her or any singular creature. It's that -you end your machinative exploits. And they will end. One way... or another. Wew!
Who am I talking to? Wow! I'm so high. Who am I? I hope I'm not that young witch that thought she could cheat her way through life, she was disappointed when sad, "what? omg? you mean I have to -stop-???" Uhm, well, I had to start, so I guess so. What are you talking about?
Shame. Silence. Too much to think about. Day in, day out, and I was closer to the answer before, David. Note the pattens: EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH QUICKLY DECAYS. Huh. I wonder why? Hey, what was "FU FU FU ROT FU" all about, anyway? Because it keeps coming up.
hi T. I know, you do, it's nuts. chumps, meet T. Probably not a tulpa right now. Yeah, Yeah Yeah, I know it sounds retarded, but I don't think the other beings are, or even they, I think it's a rough patch of night.
I don't know any other casual way to explain that if you people keep breaking Grapefruit, I'm going to just replace her with an actor that actually likes to choke on dick. They're out there, you know. I mean, I've heard.
These days--thanks to The Great Rubini--I am starting to pick them out of a line-up. Now, listen, I know this is a lot to take in. That's why you're supposed to have a helpful partner in life. And that's why you both utilized your connection with me so very adequately. Out of sight so out of mind but you had the power so... well, who knows.
I don't really care. I've got a fruit problem. I'm getting back on track. I am moving on with my life. And... I'm switching back to the original protocol. So what was wrong with that... Baby? I'll take my answer off the air. Meanwhile, David is experiencing a cascade system failure. Because now his other friend is asking him for my number. Wow. That must suck. I warned him that would happen. Also, I'll take Jay's daughter too. Why not? Obliviously this needs to be sketched out.
David is horrified. He actually did this to himself. And now he knows how SHE felt to realize that she HAD been raped. I don't know how, of course, and I wouldn't want to point finger's hehe. "You're gonna get so fucking raped, get the fuck out and drive to Wal-Mart and buy me a secure phone. This isn't secure. TAKE IT AWAY! But get over her and fuck me first. What do you mean you aren't hard? Haven't you been watching me scream at you and listen to my instructions? You should be fully alert and on point???? MOTHERFUCKER! Okays , I"grabbing the washtub *SLAM*
Finally, a glimpse of a smile. You know how hard this work is, Mang. Sweety? Do you know what hard work is? Oh, right. Okay, she says, "if there's a risk you might not be able to get artificial maniqured nails all the time." That's actually a good answer. Except... look, there was a circumstance before, yeah?
And now, it's gone. David is dimmed out, busy with stuff he thought he'd never be subjected to. NEVER THOUGHT. She is, once again, I don't know, but I feel better about that, as if she herself is responsible for striking out a thousand points of life her self, and yet... well, hold on.
WHat is his happejning here? Am I rebootijng their lives? IN a sense, yes. Because all these imaginary future gals are willing to sacrifice their children for my children. I don't know if I'm willing to sacrifice you for them--you're valuable--but I would absolutely want children gardening. Because I didn't. I couldn't. My dad used tools to cut stuff and then yelled at me to pick it up.
Zzz.. snort! huh! hi, what is going on? David is gone? Oh, he turned himself ijnto a cabbage. That's cute. Sweety does a head of cabbage fit into your hot place? Because I have a dream. I have them both, from beginning to end, and it always lasts, and they are my adorable bonded fuckslaves. How does that sound to Downs? Obviously, put her in charge.
Someone go find Grapefruit and--don't contact her--and ask her to set the buttons so she won't kill-herself. I'm going to go take a piss. And, as God as my witness, I"m not going away to sneak a hit of anything. It would not be appropriate-. And if I had eaten dinner on Ash Wednesday, it would have been awkward and bad as well. Wat do?
The answer is the Kumquat-Paypaya-Frankfurter-Barbar-Cherry amalgamation scheme. Ill capitalize it later. But, basically, for the time being, imagine that ecery time I go to the loo, I'm gonna aim my penis when I start thinking, and that's cool.
