This is weird; like deja vu, except no one ever remembers the fraud unless it's on me.
Says the globalist who’s happy to see the country continue to be flooded with Indians and Africans. Those pieces will be curry flavored. 
#51st state
The notion that Facebook is this keen on making sure that truth doesn't go farther than it needs to, is extraordinarily compelling and very comforting.
I have no idea why I am still lied to, but it seems to have something to do with PRISON. Naturally it would be a disaster if she were going to get conjugal visits.
The Smoke Monster from Lost. Just kidding. It flees from her wagie rage. Literally, why does she have to work?
She exposed the syndicate, pissed everyone off, and heavily affected my future earning potential, for one. The truth is, I love to work. I love to be effective.
For ME. For someone who thinks I'm too risky to get high with, I am not their go-to guy. If I am too much of a degenerate chowderhead, that is no doubt because I choose to appear that way. (Standards.) I work for God.
There is no wage garnishment. There is no wage. Kiss my grits. She wants me to produce value? Maybe she should try labeling me as a double pædo, and in another language or two. At least that would be some marketing.
I had no idea people could get this deranged. Well, I'm glad that her support system was so very effective while I wondered why everyone looked at me like I was a complete idiot.
Since I was, but I barely noticed, since I could tell I had been given a disease exposure, “mononucleosis,” and did I get that from... well what did that matter?
She didn't want anyone to know that I was attractive to her in a way she couldn't control. Well, she sure could cry and moan about it. Meanwhile, I didn't really want to find out everything in a hurry or have to be worried about it.
She applies to a college with the same name as my initials — what the fuck, time travelers — and is surprised I am completely uninspiring and of literally no use. How could I be so disappointing?
Well, no drugs, no base, craven urge to impose my will on the body with my savage phallus, and I'm still clueless about what the problem ever was. I might have it nailed down. I don't really care about the answer now. I care about the delay. Are we looking at fifth Christmas on pencil schedule bunyip?
Actual goddam embargo, and I'm supposedly not enthusiastic enough to be believed. By whom, is an open question. I guess there's money involved now. Because of course there's money involved. Maybe they can all spend it on a personality they can time share.
It was this shit that launched me over the edge and who was suggesting that I couldn't handle the truth? Sex pred thugs from another state, remorselessly lying about everything, hey is that unlawful? IDGAF, how should I know? No one brought that up until....
“OMG! SMOKING IS BAD!” Yeah, it's wasteful and builds a boring kind of tolerance after thirty goddam years as a secret habit.
Sow, to it's a dam good idea to screech at me INCESSANTLY. after flying tough excluding me and ... like of course this was supposed to crush my entire world.
That was 2011. “ It's a breakfast nook with cameras in it. You like cameras.” 🤔 I swear to Christ,, this story gets more fun to tell every time.
Pretty sure she's dead and a bunch of nerds running all responder. That sounds like someone you prove used to be her, but now is a complete total robot who hates me and all men and seems to think it was really my fault that she made such great decisions, which it could very well be, it was pretty effective and then I didn't really enjoy being trafficked and accused of things I didn't do and given a bioweapon and then acting like I was the most dangerous person in the world to be even near. This was all done as a psyop. I think I was meant to learn something about how to respect my betters.
I would suggest respecting my batter. Why am I writing this here? Because I said so, that's why.
Also there is there was three of them in the first place and this might be one of them. And then I don't really mind what the rest of the story is, I do really mind that I'm being ostrovised and my money is being stolen and I guess it's something I deserve because some bad s*** crazy women decide to make it seem that way.
It's actually the most romantic thing I've ever heard of. Hopefully somebody gives her a baby with a complimentary lobotomy. Not for the baby.
For her scumbag handler. It's ridiculous for kids get up to these days. “Time for bed, buddy.” why, are there depositions happening there? Because you f****** knew.
It's not the crime, it's the cover-up. Also: speaking of crime, there isn't one. Long story short, this is all very entheogenic. We both put traffic, by a game that wanted to use us to create drugs and use them to manipulate us. And I don't think that there's a jury in the world that would put her away for cooking drugs that were then sold to me. That was supposed to make me feel guilty and her get in trouble. And then I guess I'll never know what she did because that she commit self-incrimination and then explain where Bitcoin went or whatever the f*** she wanted, she wanted something that wasn't at all what she was talking about and then apparently she was willing to pretend to want to have sex to get it. And then at that point I was ready to leave the breakfast.
And it would seem her handler was not allowed to let her go, it's amazing what people can do with their lives. When go off and hang out with a bunch of losers. I hear it is slimming.
And you've got a federal security clearance and a job enforcing drug laws, huh? That doesn't seem like very good planning. That doesn't seem like very good timing.
And you're f***** off. Timeline is not very good company after she's been brainwashed by somebody who wants your day be weaponized against me. That's where we're at today. Happy birthday in advance!
Is there anyway I can call those guys from riptide, remember they were the spin-off of Magnum PI. They had the cool helicopter and the robot and they solved crimes? I want to hire those guys. I don't know do something stupid, since I could give a s*** about trying to figure out what happened for somebody else. Here's what happened for me:
I used to fuck Q; and he/she/they tried to frame you for being interested in grooming their female minor children. Because they needed somebody to be a patsy for Q, And being a petpædizo would be ironic, very.
There was nothing immature about these people, but I guess 17 is considered naughty in a state where the legal age is 16, and I guess they didn't think these things, since I wasn't interested in any of this.
Also drugs are legal now. What do you fap to a spinning wheel like before the invention of the modern sewing machine? Okay boomer. Have it wild.
And that's pretty much how an ambush happened. Women are all that sane on a good day. And I've been relentless in my contempt ever since I found out certain truths.
Like 30 years ago. Maybe DEA could put up one of those printed calendars and there can be 11 other completely self-absorbed covid narcissist idiot moron totaling f****** chuckle f****** heads that want to break the law and commit perjury just to get a revenge on Sony that I know in high school? Can't be that hard to find any more. Yeah I could be wrong since I haven't looked for any.
That this is all ended up with Iran attacking the leadership of Iran's military forces, is no surprise to me at all. This bra is a Time ship and was using attraction magic on me when I was 15. Apparently that's not a shameful act. When you're from another dimension word people have attraction magic.
Which I guess Grapefruit Archangel Allie has lots of experience with now, listen I won't go too much farther since this adult story and then who is Melody patina? I don't know but if it's another woman that's good enough for me since that'll make them probably pull out some clumps of hair. How can I enjoy that notion so much?
I'm not supposed to be there, after all. And why was that? Was there someone more suitable? I guess so, since he was more than happy to present the required level of criminal reprobate thuggy-oinkey, oh please, I'm supposed to feel terrible I didn't recognize her when I could have? I did recognize. Lying to everyone, disinclined to engage in entheogenic activities with me, And totally my control by some rape folk who doesn't want to reveal that to me. But is there all the time taking advantage of everything and keeping her meth brain the meth dick that that can't say no to. Yeah I'm pretty sure I didn't really worry about that then.
Bottom line is this: This chick has been traffic since he was three and whoever's doing it. Hes are so f****** much that they ran her through all these experiences expecting me to do something about it. Not realizing that I don't f****** like her either, since I don't know who told her that it was a good idea to lie to me. But she certainly has, and if she's controlled by some rape thugs it's not really my problem.
Maybe she should let her husband handle them. I guess it's usually something she doesn't mention but she sure isn't married to me, and I don't know what the f*** has been happening. But I can guarantee you that I am not at all concerned about missing out on anything, since I don't need to be monogamous and I don't care who's married and I'm not hiding anything.
Meanwhile, whoever the f*** is married to this woman or has ever had sex with her doesn't want to talk to me about anything for the last 3-4 years. I guess it's awkward what we've had va's and ncas and the fact that I don't know why you're embarrassed. Isn't she great, or did you never mind, I don't really care. About the details, anyway.
She's being blackmailed and kept a secret, but some loser who thinks that's a big deal that I'm supposed to just get a job and ignore it and not pay attention to that? I'm pretty sure that wasn't going to happen, And I really don't know who these people were, but they sure did get into my skin.
But, is it a hatecrime? 🤔 I don't really care, I have people for that. I don't even know if any of this really exists.
But I walked around ambush for a reason and then everybody else knew things but they didn't want me to know, they wanted me to be dead in prison and completely unaware of any of this.
SO I'M PROBABLY NOT IN THE MOOD TO BE A MOM FRIEND. JUST SAYING, YEAH THAT DOES SOUND LIKE FUN.
JUST IMAGINE THE LAMENTATION OF THE WOMEN.
Whoever enabled this woman to get this far without being where was she's doing. You just probably going to smoke a drink in hell, since this seems like a bit much even to me. Maybe she should call on the apologize, oh that's hard to do since you see the dead or in prison and then there's a bunch of spurk loaded. Homophags are trying to keep this all under wraps. Good luck checks.
Oh I'm sorry dude. I disturb any based concentration? This is supposed to be a secret is it, certainly I'm not doxing anybody. Dear Michael, Dave and Van Even: Hope you die alone on fire.
Melody: sometimes real life is this fun. 🤗 If you get the chance to be one of her secret girlfriends don't let anything stop you, I'm only going to ever sue her and then I'll probably withdraw it all right as she's about to burst your tears since I don't really need money, or her do anything other than suffer and bleed as a result of what she's done dozens Of people.
I don't know what, but I'm not so worried about this. Meanwhile, if she's apparently an urban legend. Analogyle, it's all very hush hush.
Good, wake me if anybody wants to cuddle. They won't. I'm obviously far too damaged to be of any use to anyone except for a sacrificial wicker man.
Last time I saw her she was all smacked up. Is the dope slave of a drug career on a teleporting ferry carrying a huge backpack that was bigger than she was and was something she wanted to talk about or make eye contact me with because I look like she had just been freshly introduced to how to behave for her new overlord. I don't know how DEA works, I'm done with consulting AND I'VE NEVER EVEN STARTED.
Turns out I've been consulting a lot and other people have been getting paid for it, since. I don't mind talking to you all about things and then some people are pretty clever and then other than myself and I don't really have much of an interest in many stories at the moment.
I'm lying. I'm just not going to talk about it here.
Boy it's a good thing. Somebody deleted all that information from my last debrief because it sure kept things from getting out of hand, and I don't have any kind of lingering resentments about my speech being censored by somebody who doesn't acknowledge that they do it for no reason other than to make themselves feel better, and then I don't really know if that's against the law.
I do all that. I don't really care. People know. What do they know? Well they know that somebody really pissed me off. But it's probably handled by now.
And if it's not, I don't give a f*** hire a lawyer and tell them to f****** accuse me of something. Tell them I'm stealing raisins, you like raisins. It'll be a national tragedy.
I just figured out why they put your daughter in time prison, that sucks. I'm sorry. On the bright side, she lies nearly as good as you do. Or did, who knows that's been yours. What was I supposed to? Was I supposed to know that one? Okay, tell you what let's just pretend what I know is a fantasy.
Certainly, I just want attention. And a frontal lobotomy with a glass of hemlock chaser. Also, you need to buy my libonomized vandalized house, actually you don't do all. I just saying that because I thought it'd be funny.
And would behaving explained that everybody should move on. I wanted to mention that I was happy to move on and then somebody hired a a home invasion team to ransack my house six times. I didn't want to mention that since I'm sure she figured that was just going to encourage me to move on and that there's no reason for me to think that I'd ever get seen you damn money again and then I should be alive. And then why do I need to think anything and blah blah blah blah blah....
I'm going to make this clear: I have nothing better to do than to knock on every door in the entire country, one by one until I find everything is mine and then be very gentle when I take it back, like I don't even know why anybody took it in the first place. Were they trying to impress somebody? It was weird.
Here's what would be impressive: The actual story, you mendastic freaks. Especially the part where Van deeven decides to take up after. I'm disgusted with being told to set myself up and then the a**** mother and the controller turned out to be... Never mind.
I should probably save some for the sequel? God willing, I'll be dead in a ditch by then.
Now here's Gwen with the weather. (Standards.) This is your daughter right? Trying to keep her from running off or finding out why she would want to. I'm not available. I'm going to sleep.
You had your chance to get close enough to the truth to make your your antics seem reasonable to me. Like this was too wuv, and such a cool twist of fate.
Try to steal my semen and then humiliate me, enjoy it man. That's your wife, and now I'm not really jealous about that, nor envious, but it does seem kind of odd that... Can't you just take your Target and go? Why do you have to stick around to see if I'm going to cry about it?
That's the agenda. That's the training. And that's the way you wanted me to be left behind, sad and unhappy and miserable. Congratulations! That's the satanic homosex agenda. Now if you'll excuse me, You're welcome to have sex, whatever you were like.
Hitler was a moron and eugenics is a false science and I don't care about eye color. I care about I call her....
AND THE WOMAN ACTUALLY ANSWERS THE PHONE WITHOUT HAVING A THREE OR FOUR NESTED LOOP OF TOTAL NERD LORD RACIST BIGOTEDING THE CALL. AL What a surprise that relationship fail when there four or five dudes telling everybody that I'm a n***** and making everybody feel bad for admitting that they like me, I guess it's not cool to like n****** anymore or else that was then and then I guess that was just too much of a n***** and I guess my dollar was extra n***** or something. I don't really know about all of that and then somebody else to tell me later and then I'm going to be busy.
Holy s*** why did I write all this? Oh I remember why.
JUST US. (The predatory abuse has turned us both kinda tepid. Probably looks good at you though. Time for bed, buddy.)
As God as my witness, I swear I thought you turkeys could interpret subtext and symbolism. Fuck your mother. How is she embarrassing? Oh yeah she doesn't feel bad about who she really is.
Or if she does, well, it wasn't really that much of a challenge and then this is a lot to put on a person, so that's probably why the groom gang was really enjoying f****** with your life and enjoying destroying mine. And yeah, that's pretty much what child grooming does.
And for 30 years, no one's gotten around and mentioning that they were disappointed with the results, which is odd because Bellgab is the actual child chugging ring Mecca of the entire planet.
So I'm sure if I just stopped talking out everything will be okay. Have a great day!! I'll just move on with my life while somebody else traffic's every part of your being and then laughs at me about it 30 years later and expects me to care.
(That's the training.)
BELLGAB.
(They literally wanted you to make drugs and be the fall person and not to be smart enough to notice while being mesmerized by their attention and then I was too smart to let that go for long. So they got rid of me after wearing you up against me and then how this never occurred to you. I have no idea, but I'm guessing it's because you're totally blonde. Also you have at least two sisters. One of them is kind of strawberry that one's kind of red and then that's probably an illusion because what exactly is happening? I have no idea. I guess it's classified!
That means spare me the details. Reminder: drugs are legal now. Vast and and psychotic criminal empires based on the cult of personality that to sex obsess total vanglorious narciate between themselves aren't nearly so legal, but apparently you're willing to bend the rules on that.
Remember that I plan to head better than you and that if you needed help you could just always ask your husband and then he won't let you talk to me because he's an insecure twerp. I can't beat him up for your Carla because I don't think he's a legitimate Target for fisticuffs and also I'm better than that, besides, you should learn how to stand up for yourself anyway. Although people like him, I'm not surprised it's impossible to do. In the future he yells at your daughter and raves run her wedding night after convincing her that that won't happen. And oh I'm sorry. I guess I should never win that. Did I do? I forget what he's called.
They'll give in time trouble. Wasn't really needing something needs to be together anyway. She was so freaked out that she couldn't actually talk to me because I guess there's a way to hip his eyes somebody so that they think that they're looking at one person when another person is actually doing it. So now there's at least three or four women who think that I was the one who raped them and I didn't. God it's amazing with these magic spells can do.
Why even have police? They should just have magic users do all the justice in the world. I imagine it would be very easy to blame everything on me then. 221 go.
(Maybe I should just forget all about everything that happened and then sign a waiver so that I don't have to feel guilty for reminding anyone that this wasn't really a great way to get closure.
Money. Another house. A vehicle. TWO F****** TIN CANS AND A PAIR OF STRING, SINCE I DON'T KNOW IF YOU CAN HANDLE A 14TH PHONE IN YOUR TROPHY CASE.) Do you get it yet?
YOU AND YOUR MILK TOAST TINKERBELL TURBO PERVO ARE CAUGHT. I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL THAT ENTAILS COME ON SINCE I DON'T KNOW YOU DID, BUT I'M NOT GOING TO RUN AROUND CHASING AFTER YOU FOR MY F****** MONEY, F****** GO GET IT AND F****** GIVE ME A F****** BAG OF IT AND THEN GO BACK TO TELLING EVERYBODY HOW TERRIBLE I AM AND THE SACK OR SOMETHING.
LIKE THERE'S A LIMIT TO THE COGNITIVE DISSONANCE I CAN HANDLE. Of course
you have allies. You are their actual pride and joy.
I am their manifest doom. We are not the same. We are also not represented by any joint counsel. Do you think you could do something about your mentally deranged girlfriend(s)? They keep asking me for money because of reasons I do not have the ability to fathom.
And this blue cat toy shaped like a small golf ball with some kind of explosive pellet inside is is nothing very exciting at all. The symbolism is very tepid, certainly.
I never even saw the magical mirror that broke and then I was wondering if the house would be ransacked if I allowed that to be a possibility and wonder of wonders. It actually did happen, neither of you seemed very appreciative. I suppose that's because you probably didn't like to be reminded of your basic thieving nature(s).
Hey, have you ever considered going to a real psychologist? Who knows, they might help you in a really impressive way, and if they do, that'll be a secret.
This script is hilarious. By the way: yeah it's a little weird you couldn't have f****** sent a lawyer by now, oh wait. That's right. They're busy talking to somebody else who they think is you or me or something and I don't even know he remember which is which and I'm sure they're holding you hostage and you totally can't do anything about it, lol.
I know the feeling, I'm going to go get high as f***, smoke shitloads of crack, that sense like way more fun. Then wondering where the f*** you've been hiding while stealing my money for reasons unknown and telling everybody that I'm some sort of sexual degenerative, that's not like a weird situation of odd circumstances isn't it? Sounds normal? Well good news, everyone!
Yeah it's really not that normal. Maybe Phil Godlewinski has a hot fresh take on it, run along now. Remember that I can always been gone after in the civil courts if one is willing to stipulate that I was criminal liable to have had any relations at all with a sex worker; that you all knew; who promised you she wouldn't; who you thought would be amendable to your thoughts; which no one else knew; and which u didn't share with me either.
I do not hold animosity here but logical processes were likely not firing fully square when being showered by dopefavors by literally everyone, and so I was supposed to... what? Know that instinctively? Sure l, that would be destiny. And so what if I was set up to fail no matter what I chose to do.
The sensory overload from the overlapping normal contradictions puts a person into a a fight or flight site where they could be easily manipulated by the controller handler who didn't care about anything other than to make sure I didn't know why and you didn't care and that I was the worst possible person you could possibly imagine, which I guess wouldn't be too hard for anybody to think since you acted like I raped your mother to death, which I guess. So I suppose to discover that you were just manipulating a minor child and got mad cuz you got caught out and didn't get anything and people were laughing at you and you had to hang out with your lame matriarch instead of having an ice one. Sounds like a problem and scumbag boner boys from lake Forest Park. I can see why you had a hard time but simply nurse hit upon the notable idea of calling me and apologizing since the phone didn't even work. Given that the military as much time in the day to muccasions and keep people from talking to each other if they really really want to keep them apart. Which they obviously do.
My holy s*** it's a cottage industry. Dear Curtis, that's incredible. You meant software is amazing. Amazing! Can't do anything useful? Or does it just prevent people from ever running into each other without feeling like they needed to donate a kidney? I don't even care anymore but that's been quite the case for some time and at first I had no idea that that was something that you and people would actually ever do till.
Now I'm wondering if you can do it for husband and wife as an add-on to the marriage show. Let me tell you it's hard to break through and it's basically impossible to do so. And then why would I bother? She obviously didn't want to talk to me, and now I know why.
I can actually listen and remember and carry on a conversation at any given time in the future, how's the person supposed to prepare for that? Oh well. Time to shoot up another coed and and have a wankfest in college again. Whenever you two of us and hammer to be problem seems like a nail. 💅
Except for the problem of what happened to my seven vehicles, it doesn't seem like a nail. It seems like I'm missing seven vehicles and then somebody stole them and then I guess that's pretty funny hahaha. Cool. Yeah I should totally get a job cuz I don't deserve to have money since I have all my vehicles stolen and everyone knows this but nobody does anything about it and that's completely reasonable, I shouldn't have to complain at all, and then obviously there's no malfeasance here I should just work for.
Because I'm a savage anchor baby. It's probable that I'm really overthinking of this car. It might just be as simple as this:
You want people know what it looks like when you're actually turned on, because then I guess you'll never be able to get rid of them, hell did you get two? Jason betas? Plusidly I'm unaware.
Of course this is all speculation. (That's insentiated allegations are of a substantiago and should be kept privately private and anything that sounds bad is probably my fault. And the other guy is really cool. That's why he he pretended that he didn't know her and acted as her husband and had a rape wedding on rape legal state where you told her that he wouldn't do that and then she was catatonic and then gabby. You're so proud that he never told anybody since I guess he didn't want me to know that that was actually real.
I do. That's kind of creepy.
No, it doesn't make it hotter. Makes me think I need a panic room. Chow
Oh my God I'm so embarrassed and then we'll kill myself now
