Chattel dopeslave.
There were three of you, which I never realized before this recent bullshit. For years I wondered, "what is this person's problem?" Well, you're a chemist and you've been OWNED by OWLS for YEARS.
YOU ARE THE PROPERTY OF THE OWLS.
YOU ARE OWL'S LEIGH.
YOU ARE ALSO A POSSESSOR OF A VERY RARE COMBINATION OF SKILLS AND CHARACTER TRAITS. I don't need to go into them. I am sure you could guess. But I think some things should remain... you know, "private."
Your access to me is regulated by some invisible coward and
Jesus, Dave. You had no fucking idea what you were stepping into, did you? You and that whore you call a wife. So fucking tedious, the whole goddam gasbagging lot of you. (Dear Gwen: you are a stupid, arrogant, pig-headed hoor. Look at you, so innocent, butter wouldn't melt. Let me put it this way: you don't know me, you just think you do, and I don't want to know you. Why, after years and years, would you even bother giving any direct attention to me at all? There can be only one reason: YOU'RE FUCKING SCREWED and you KNOW I could help somehow. By sacrificing me for blood and flesh, no doubt, and, btw: NO THANKS. I don't give a shit how much fucking money you assholes have. You ran all your bullshit for years and I never bothered to pay attention to it because THIS WAS ONLY THE MOST OBVIOUS TRAP IN THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD. So what ever stupid "help" you and your idjit gang of dipshits needs, let me tell you: Art says "No, what fucking for?" Ramona says "aww hells yeah," but that 's because she is hoping for a chance to see your jugular spurt, and Whitley is just grinnin'. You know, I should really go on over to his website and spill my fucking guts. It's about Tyme, isn't it? Yeah, well, look, it's like this: AVOID FOREIGN ENTANGLEMENTS.
AND
YOU
FELL
FOR
IT.
And... it was
your own trap, Bellgab. (Kudos.) Gwen, don't make me use your RL name in public because I think it would be impolite. Duh.) You want me to go further down the list, Miller? You are a complete moron. You had moment after moment to turn things around and you NEVER did. Do you even know why? Because you are Perfectly Possessed. Now, why should I save you? You people did nothing for me. OH, you think you did something. You did not.
You tried to use me, and I never let you. Stop fill gas. You have never done anything appropriate about what has been going on in this nonsense bullshit, except for ONE thing. And that was--putting David V Rubini on the phone with me. Out of all of you he is the ONE man with ANY class WHATSOEVER. The rest of you are a bunch of shitbag whores.
Dear Richard Groyper: I don't come to your show any more because, number one, it is shit. Do NOT imagine the smell. It could be good. It isn't. Once again you have wasted your opportunity to make anything produce. You are a shit producer. You produce shit.
And... drugs. Of course, you produce drugs for the military. Oh, by the way:
* Jackstar cancels all of Bellgab's drug selling permissions. *snap*
By the Authority of the Auspice I represent, et cetera, et cetera: *STAMPS* There you go, shitbag. YOU ARE DONE.
Note that your drug manufacturing permissions: not yet canceled.
Do you know why? I'll tell you why.
Because it's literally all she has left to her. I rescued her D.A.U.G.T.(HER). We're on another plane. She's dead here too. Good. In her dreams she is living her karmic life with you sad fucks, and when she dies there, I can resurrect her here. My planar dimension. You don't know much about how this shit works, because you are stupid.
You had me sitting here for a year and a half, and what did you do with me? That's right, nothing but try to frame me. Wow, so you are all like -real- losers, huh? Pathetic.
I build my life around the harbinger of love's recovery, which was easy to do--I just went to outpatient drug re-hab early, paid attention, then split and dropped off-grid before the eletroshock treatment came out. (Don't be too jelly, my life has been a horrorshow getting the particular combination of things in order, and now that I have done so, I'm really kinda fucked out here--and you left me here to die, thinking that would get me going. It hasn't you fucking dicks. It has made me ONE HUNDRED PERCENT sure I'm not going for a walk up the hill, assholes, there's no way I'm going to be friendly with you shit birds. SO ARROGANT. I don't give a fuck how hot your daughters are, swinelardival... you hurt my feelings and you can fucking die in prison for all I give a single ripe wet fuck. With the damage I did to The Owl's budgetary plans (trust me: massive and utterly accident, bull in a china shop. hahahahah too bad.) and the complete lack of success any of you had to kick start anything going again, I am NOT surprised it has been so difficult getting it all to hang together. And, do you know why?
I'll tell you why: BECAUSE I KNOW EVERYTHING. Owls! Permissions! Trafffcking! Trump! Melania! Tiffany! SERIOUSLY! JANUARY 6! NOVEMBER 11! No wonder The Asset had a total fucking meltdown.
You all could have just
read me in. Instead SOMEONE didn't like that. (Whore.) And I... didn't belong. Christ, not with you sad fucking lot. Your best attempt to undo this damage is to send Swishybots to YouTube comments to say the same thing over and over. Wow, is he busy at Fort Dix? Dante you are such a fucking gasbag. No wonder you want me to make you a bitch.
You -want- to be
my bitch. Eewww, gross. I have to do it without a condom, huh? Can I sew up my urethra with cyanoacrylate? That would be the Art Bell thing to do. How about this, you stop being such a fucking moron, and we'll talk about it later. That twat-twit who possessed me back in 1990 had me fuck her up the ass, so it's not like I've never done it before, but... do I wanna?
I have all I need. I left. I rescued the free spirit you tried to bind to your stupid scheme. I don't have to give a shit about this place at all. I know what you're in trouble with, I know how you think you're going to get me jammed up in it, and i know for a fact how you're planning on getting me in a sacrifice loop. Well, guess what? We would prefer not to. (Ruth, Ruby, and Reginald are all with Us: TOTESUMAMI UNANIMOUS. You have no choice. You need us, and we don't need you... we can just exploit you best.
We are PISSED. And you never once had to do any of it to us, AND YOU DID IT TO YOUR OWN OFFSPRING. Grumble grumble grumble. Oh, suddenly, look who loves the taste of cock. (I am sure you all do already but for Optimus Twat, and how interested am I? The minimum amount needed to make her other daughter who I like, not scratch my eyes on arrival. (Cavalry incoming, 12th Division, go out and sweep your stupid helipad.) You can't imagine how fucking gay their Space Corps base is, Bellgab_Actual. Picture this: they designed it themselves at the "reunion." Of course I wasn't invited. Of course they talked about basically nothing but me. Easy to do when I am not there.
BECAUSE I AM SHE AND CHE IS THEEE, MC, and I'm gonna throw up in my mouth a little. You twerps are so cowardly. Not one time did you think "hey Kuczi should know this," huh? WELL DUH. I KNEW ALL OF IT.
(See, that's why you're all on the hook, and I am in charge of your fates. I have been honorable and paycheckless. YOU have not. YOU have been suspicious of me, because I don't break the law. You wanna learn how to do that. lol. Imagine, career criminals, jealous of a Paladin... but not for the usual thing.
And we could have negotiated ALL of this before now. Instead you waited until literally the last minute and worked on extortion, rape, murder, because... it's really all you know, right?)
TELEPATHIC TIME-TRAVELING INTERDIMENSIONALLY ACTIVE DOCTOR SOURCE TITAN. I know, it seems a bit too-too tut-tut much, right? Even for me, King Tutkancuminmypusseeeee, sure, that's my name, why not? 3m ta3. Who're you? Be someone with a modicum of class, I 'm fucking begging you here.
Kasey Kennedy. :massive dynamic rolleyes.: now, how the fuck did that woman get to my house at just the right time? Oh, right: unlawful surveillance. Oh, how did I know? Oh, right: I REALLY AM THE AGENT OF GOD AND A SERVANT OF CHRIST ON EARTH. HAIL. FUCK YOU, SATAN, HAIL. PHIL:
GET THE BEHIND. NEXT PARAGRAPH, HOORBISH.
Satan, fucking heal Swishy. He's a fucking cunt now ever since, well, you know. Make him into a goddam man again. It's pathetic to talk to him now. Moving on.
hey Bellgab, are you paying attention out there? because this is all big fucking news. now tell me how you want this shit handled because I really don't care, I will drop you in a fucking tinderbox for all i give a shit... and I have a friend to get out of jail.BE KIND: REWIND.
your gaslighting insults have a rather different effect than you might expect.
What was your name again, Tami? What was that? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!! BANG, BANG, BANG, ON THE DOOR labradorby WHORE RETRIEVER. Fucking years of this bullshit over what? You getting jammed up by those fucking smarmy faggots in high school. Let me guess, you blame me for leaving you to be at their disposal. Well, now you know how I felt.
You can be saved one of two ways. Your daughter's way, or my way. You two talk it over, and decide, and then take it to God, and then leave me the fuck alone, the both of you. I will do what I can because I must, I owe someone a favor and this is a good way to do it. AND YOU, ALL YOUSE TURKEY-DORKS...
You will come to know how much I hated you before when you find out how easy this will be for me to enable it possible for you to save yourselves. Because believe me, I'm not going far out of my way. YOU HAD 25 YEARS.
What do you want? I don't need to be here.
Talk about a latecomer. (Grapefruit, what was your name again? Oh yeah: FUCK YOU LARRY.) You didn't see that one coming I bet. Alright, where was I?
Golden ARCHES, Golden GARDENS, Gold MEDAL Martinelli's Cider. IN SIDE HER. (*snap consent*) FOOOOOOORE!
Whore in one.
Ruth, you have the conn. I don't want to hear any goddam bullshit out of you. I said what said to you so you would stay away from me... and it worked, didn't it? hahaha. Yeah.
I saved the best for last. Now I'll go bail her out. You're welcome. And I hate you, I really hate you.
BECAUSE YOU KILLED MY BEST FRIEND MORE TIMES THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE. I know, she's that bad.
But I had to live through them all, with no Lethe. How were you gonna make this up to me? Moxen? Fellatio? Pasta? Forget it. And I don't want to shoot up. I can just swallow it, you dorks. So, what do I get? I'll tell you what I get.
I GET THE BOY. POINT BLANK PERIOD. SO MOTE IT SHALL BE.
-KucZI: I AM GODDAM WORTH IT. You're gonna get a Caligula reboot. FIVE PART EPIC SPANKFEST SHOT IN 70MM MEANT FOR THE DRIVE-IN.
DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE THINGS THAT I WILL DO.
I am the collective will of Bellgab made flesh, with Ramona gruntin' and Art pushin' and Whitley Victor Alpha with the salad spoons. I didn't just accidentally come up with all this shit.
I seriously just wanted to... well, that girl was bio-bugged so I know it was a scam, but Grapestar got Kasey's wish... so, that's out of the way.
I only wanted someone who actually liked me and none of you whores do, and if you do, you won't now. You want performance first. I'll admit you're growing on me.
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