It's nice knowing it served as some amusement for a few of you.
LIAR! BLASPHEMER! LIAR!
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Hey, so I just found out Jose Escamillia died. That's kind of a bummer. Anywho, now that it has become full-the-fuck full-on apparent that I am not the problem child all of you were ever-so concerned about--just another hung nigga, that's me, just the usual kind of thing, ayep--are any of you prepared to actually get any work done, or... were you just planning on running with a skeleton crew from here on in?
I don't know if you're clued in yet, but the net results of the last 3 years of effort have been a whole shitload of "go directly to GO" and "do not collect $200." You know what I am hearing about me now? "Waaah! Waaah! I need to know that he can wash dishes! How do we know he can be REE-s-ponce-A-BULL unless he mows the lawn? He looks like a loser! He needs to do some crunches! Waaah!" Like, are you serious?
Tell me now, are you possessed by a demon for morons, or, is this part of your obsolete initiation rituals? My research corpus is so very far beyond all others that I'm going to have to start balling up your heliosphere with spare bits of yarn, to make a toy for Space Kats.
I know who you both are --I can smell you through The Internet, like a lemur's piss on a terrace overrun with kudzu-- and I know you both swapped, uh... I'm gonna say "zones" because I don't know what you totalitarian FREAKS really do with your little secret cliques and your little secret insurance fraud handbooks and your
totestotal above-facade disdain for all the usual bullshit... like, oh, really, is a lawsuit against "
www.coastgab.com" not going to go anywhere? I am shocked. SHOCKED I TELL YOU.
Hey, so I just found out Jose Escamillia died.
Imagine waking up one day and discovering that I am dead and gone and not coming back. DO IT.
Are you done imagining yet? It shouldn't take all that long. I don't know what you two chuckleheads do with your sparetime besides compliment yourselves but from my point of view, you two are different than the others and you've been history FOR MONTHS. And, do you care? Pfft. Hell no.
You're the only ones so emotionally numb that you can tell yourself to ignore your emotional vocabulary at will--a cool trick, frankly, but so far I've only seen it employed to create a narrative that focuses on castigating me as... uh, what?
Oh, right, you bought the hype. Not really necessary anymore. I have deep intel to drop and some of it isn't suitable for the slopes of Mt. Kilimanjaro.
Remember, Feds: I'm not a "SovCit," I AM AN ACTUAL CITIZEN. AND NOW, YOU WORK FOR ME. Everything changes in ~9 days or so. How? I have no idea. I don't care. It'll be whatever. It's time to stop wasting YOUR time. (Your time is my time. Wow, watching me for years in between indulgences with fresh whores, huh? Sounds thrilling. Meanwhile I've been bored shitless the whole time because you never imagined what patience would look like. Well, you're about to be
patients at this rate. Shape up. Game face on.)
It is time for the union of the TYMESNAK. (It has to be 8 letters, it can't have an apostrophe, he already has, what, like, 139 of the fucking things? Yeah, yeah, bravo, bravo.) There is only a narrow window of opportunity for this one, and I'm looking forward to it.
You should hear some of the voicemails I'm getting lately. They are
hawt. Nothing from Beulah yet, though. Damn. Looking forward to that.
I miss her.
p.s.: I'm banned on the open net from getting here *again.* Someone does not want me here, and hasn't figured it out yet: I don't need you, Bellgab. And you don't need me either.
ERGO: SOMEONE WANTS ME SOMEWHERE ELSE; BUT CANNOT REVEAL WHERE, WHY, OR FOR WHOM. I love a mystery. 9 times out of 10, "can't" is simply "won't."
And apparently someone else needs
a retard. Now, I don't wanna embarrass anyone, so I won't discuss what I know about "hidden agendas." I'll put it this way...
THERE ARE WAY MORE THAN ONE (1) FRUITS TUCKED AWAY INTO THAT WOVEN FRUIT BASKET, I.M. THE FRUITERER.
HAISISECRET.fuck your hashtags, Punylings. The enemy consolidates while I study alone. How much leverage can there possibly be?
