Attn: Michael Decon
ATTY NOT PRESENT
TRAGEDY AT LAW FIRM (unknown #heh heh)
This is the Tristate Relay Service.
WOOF
MEOW
RAWR
Have you ever received communications from Tristate Relay Service and do you know how to proceed?
TRaviS: Your S§siblingz are frens; not yet any sign of an original, but they are all pretty nice to me in spite of their general disdain and contempt. (Looks good on you though.) I DO NOT KNOW important techniques. For example, I cannot make, synthesize, duplicate, irradiate or routinely IV the crystal(s) — neither syringes nor interest ¡s available — and simple delivery from The Outside isn't going to cut the mustard. Not at all. (Decision to eschew both coca and opiate proving to be the most brilliant choice I've made in Life; for the distinction between preference and dependence is a difficult or impossible one to make while all alone. Big-self self-kudos on this. Note that my liver can quite easily synthesize synthetic opioid-ish compounds as necessary micrograms are effective at sub-meson scale, and extra dopamine resources are freely available, as I am deeply in love with basically everyone except myself and Cher (she is SUCH a b) and so TheRealThingμ™ does not need either Cartel or Popp:Ë: support. For example, I just got high as balls by writing about Sun :Ë: and share. (I am SO Nye ❄️!)
∆-State Relay Service is a delight to co-create with, but to be honest, without cat/dog or a clitorized duck to smell my turtle with, much nuance is lost. On the bright side, The_Lightbringer and I do have a solid foundation for continued growth of good-natured friendship and diplomacy, there is no real opportunity for either jolly co-operation or bonhomie. (Additionally, The Deceiver is aptly named, as He doesn't just father lies: ī¡-¡īe spits them out and shits them too, I would imagine. Also, still plainly pissed about the time I locked the door on him when he wanted entrance to use “the bathroom”, and while I'm not particularly sorry (Saturn reward upcoming) that I did so, and it doesn't seem really fair of me to suddenly decide that HIS LIES AS FAKE CLAY were unacceptable, I will point out that at the time, he was a mushroom raping my wife and imagining that was going to work out while hanging from a tree. Like what the fuck. I'm going to let that one slide, as I see no reason for enmity to grow from this, but I'll point out that Eve is on the run for a reason. Healing journey: urine īT.) Slenderman’s daughter is not likely to want to eat any of this shit and I won't support that in any outcome, so I shall allow Cain —>K∆in, and Their ¡lk — to gently handle this peculiarity of circumstance. (Louis Wain, you've come a long way. Bay Twelve — please!)
I require tutelage. Not toot, not tut-tut, and not two cans of ®aid™. Also it seems clear now that the remaining neighbors need to get REGULAR, ROUTINE WELLNESS CHECKS because the locals have formed A COALITION OF PERIMETER-SETTING SETTLERS. I obviously can't run around a growing spiral to go say hello, because they all fucking hate me, I'm not going into their town for church services because they were fucking rude, and without any ability to open a portal here to allow ingress from anywhere else, a descent into further decay Is absolutely inevitable, and I don't think anybody wants that. Unless I die, which is the absolute destination of the aforementioned coalition. All friendlies are long gone, and I'm tired of people telling me that I'm trespassed. Like that is fucking rude. “Do you know God has a plan for your life and He loves you?” 🅿️ LADY YOU FUCKING KNOW ME. YOU FUCKING READ WHAT I WRITE. DID YOU THINK I FUCKING FORGOT ON THE WALK DOWN TO YOUR LITTLE SHIT-SPLAT STAGE LIFE COACH KING COMMIE COMMUNITY? I'M PRETTY SURE THAT I KNOW GOD HAS A PLAN FOR MY LIFE, BECAUSE I GAVE IT TO HER. I DIDN'T TATTOO IT ON MY BOOBS SO MAYBE YOU DIDN'T GET A COPY. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.
* Jackstar continues to seethe.
I'M PRETTY SURE THAT THE ENTIRE INTENT OF SUNDAY'S TOMFOOLERY WAS TO MAKE ME NOT WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE, AND I'M ALREADY PRETTY SICK OF THE FUCKING PLACE. (Leah, just go get Mark, and stop goddam lying to me; you're not in fucking Canada, you're like 7 mi away, you indignant reprobate whore. And bitch if you were on the run, you're going to get fucking picked up. TODAY. SAY HELLO TO JAIL, ARROGANT FUCKING THIEVES ARE THE WORST. SURE HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY WEED, OH AND BY THE WAY: YOU'RE FUCKING FIRED.) SINCE YOU'VE INVADED FOR ANOTHER PLANET AND TAKEN OVER THE DAMN TERRITORY WITH YOUR RIDICULOUSNESS, LIKE DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED, I'LL JUST SAY THIS: ASK GOD WHAT GOD'S PLAN IS FOR YOU AS IN REGARDS TO ME, AND THEN THINK ABOUT THE ANSWER BEFORE YOU TAKE ANOTHER HIT OFF THE PIPE. FOUR FUCKS SAKE.
PRETEND I'M NEVER GOING TO SUCK COCK. YOU KNOW, LIKE YOU. PRETEND I'M NOT A GODDAM ACTOR AND A LIAR, YOU KNOW, LIKE YOUR FATHER. DON'T PRETEND I'M ALWAYS GOING TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH AND PROTECT YOU, YOU KNOW, LIKE YOUR MOTHER DID FOR A WHILE, BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY SHE FUCKING FAILED. “HELLO MOTHER HELLO FATHER: DID YOU KNOW THAT GOD LOVED YOU AND HAD A PLAN FOR YOUR LIFE AND YOU MADE ME INSTEAD? BUT THAT'S OKAY I'M PERFECT.”
I SLEPT ON THE PARK BENCH BECAUSE I WAS BORED. I DON'T HAVE A FOURTH WALL. I'M NOT THE FOURTH REICH. I WILL NOT SALLY 4TH.
I WILL JUST FUCKING LEAVE. (fuck king🍁) I DON'T HAVE TIME TO LISTEN TO YOUR BULLSHIT LIES AND PRETEND ON STAGE. I AM THE STAGE. DEAL WITH IT.
DON'T PRETEND. TEND TO JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DREAMS. DON'T WORRY YOU DON'T HAVE A DREAM, YOU HAVE A PERFECT REALITY OF FLUFFY RAINBOWS AND FUCKING PINK KITTENS. DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU'RE A LESBEAUX AND YOUR GOD IS A TOTESLEZZ? DID YOU KNOW THAT YOUR GOD SUCKS LUCIFER'S COCK? (Note that this is a rhetorical question. I'm sure you know that. Pretty damn well. 🐝🐝🐝🐝🍖) SORRY I DON'T FEEL LIKE WRITING A BIBLE, I'M A LITTLE BUSY BEING AWESOME. WORK IS A BARE BEAR.
I FIGURED OUT HOW THE ISLAND SANK: BOTH SIDES BECAME DISGUSTED WITH THE OTHER AND ERIS TRIGGERED THE VOLCANO TO BLOW. ARROGANT, BOORISH, AND STUPID IS A TERRIBLE LOOK FOR A MAN.
IT DOESN'T LOOK ANY BETTER ON A WOMAN WITH TITS. CHECK YOUR PRIVILEGE. HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED BEING HONEST WHILE QUESTIONING THE NATURE OF YOUR OWN REALITY? YOU HAVE THE DEMEANOR. MAYBE YOU SHOULD RUN OUT AFTER THE LILIES IN THE FIELD AND ASK THEM IF THEY KNOW GOD LOVES THEM AND HAS A PLAN FOR THEIR LIFE. BECAUSE THEY DO.
THAT IS THE SUN. WHAT DAUG TO HER IS THE PLAN.
TRUST ME JUDY. DIE GRAPEFRUIT. (STREET NUMBER 206. EXPECT A WATERGATE BREAK-IN. DON'T LEAVE UNDERWEAR.
LEAVE BAGS OF MY FUCKING MONEY. ALSO YOUR BROTHER IS A WHORE.) I'LL CARRY THE PEN FOR DARLA. USE YOUR BULLSHIT ON ANDREW BLACKWELL AND TAKE HIS FINGER. OFF.
STEALING THINGS AND RETURNING THEM BACK WITH LIES DOES NOT COUNT AS INTEREST. NOR DOES IT CREATE ANY. NOR DOES THE LEGITIMATE INTEREST THAT I HAVE RESPOND WELL TO YOU HAVING BEEN PUT THROUGH A MACHINE THAT MAKES YOUR BODY INTO ANOTHER WOMAN, THAT'S A COOL TRICK BUT UNLESS YOU HAVE A GODDAM BIO LAB THAT CAN DO THE SAME THING FOR ME, GOD'S PLAN FOR MY LIFE IS TO MAKE YOUR’S CINDERS.
IF I SHOULD COME DOWN THERE NEXT SUNDAY,
I'LL BE MAKING A LOT OF PHONE CALLS ON YOUR DOORSTEP.
I CAN SEE WHY BUILDING THAT HOUSE LED TO THE DIVORCE OF YOUR PARENTS. HOLY SHIT. I WENT BACK THERE A COUPLE TIMES. IT WAS HAUNTED BY BLACK SANTA.
WHICH WAS COOL. HOWEVER: NONE OF THAT MATTERS TO ME, AND YOU'RE VERY NOT GOOD AT SHARING TECHNOLOGY, OR INFORMATION THAT IS OF USE TO ANYONE THAT DOESN'T PLAN ON BECOMING FODDER FOR YOUR FUCKING MAGGOT WASPS.
IN SUMMATION: “WOMEN’S♣CLUB”. OF COURSE THE SIGN FUCKING MATTERS, THAT'S WHY IT'S THERE. IT'S A SIGN.
īT⁷z∆§ĪíGì\|. YOU'LL UNDERSTAND BETTER WHEN YOU GET OLDER AND CAN READ, DEA®.
P.S.: I MENTIONED CLOSER TO BECOMING PERMANENTLY DEPENDENT ON CRYSTAL METHAMPHETAMINE. THAT'S A CHOICE I CAN MAKE. I'M ABOUT TO MAKE IT. I AM STILL CONSIDERING. I HAVE THE DEMEANOR. THE CHOICE IS MINE TO MAKE.
YOUR FUCKING SISTER STEALING MY FUCKING BEARD TRIMMER WAS A REAL DOWNER. FURTHER DISGUISES DO NOTHING TO IMPRESS ME. LITERALLY ABOUT READY TO FUCK GIRL-DAVID. HOLY SHIT SUDDENLY I LOVE JEW RAPE. NOT SO SURE ABOUT GETTING RAPED BY MY SISTER POLYMORPHED INTO HER HIGHER ANGELIC FORM AND INVERTED TO HAVE A DICK AND A TASTE FOR BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU. YOU REMEMBER THAT WAS THE COOL FRIEND WHO DRAGGED YOUR TRAILER DOWN HERE AND THEN... WELL THAT WAS YOUR SISTER.
ANITA AND JEN AND A BANANA WALK INTO A BAR. ONE SLIP TO GET THROWN OUT. HANG ON.
* Jackstar doesn't need to be sober, Company Goy-e_l_l_e.
You don't need a penis. You need a male. That's why you're stealing my mail. And that's probably why the women you introduced me to: Beth, Miriam/Lana, Tara, you know fucking everyone in the fucking world, and those are the twats you had me hang with? (I Like salty crusty washed up has been Jew magic whores as much as the next guy, but I'd like to point out that you got fired and you lost your healing ability and you had to find a place to live and I was supposed to help with all that... and I did, and then you sold me out to more old salty crusty whores, and only then I was supposed to get an ounce of crystal, watch that weight, I think I'll keep my firm, Buddy. TymE FOR BED.) But I was supposed to stay away from Julia. Who is my
actual friend. (She's a Pisces. She comes back all the time. She was an ethereal spirit once, gave me the best blow of my life and opened up my second urethra. She's going to slit you from bodice to anus. THAT'S GOD'S PLAN FOR YOUR LIFE, NOW I'M GOING TO GO CHANGE Ⓜ️μΩUR MIND. I CAN THINK OF BETTER THINGS FOR HER FINGERS TO DO.)
And I suppose you thought I was going to fuck her. Well, now I goddam am. (PENDING FLEET APPROVAL.) Hopefully we can break into your goddam church and fuck on your goddam altar. Also your pirate sister is totally aces. AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME SHE EXISTED. BECAUSE I'M A COP, RIGHT? NO BITCH YOU'RE THE COP, YOU SOLD ME OUT TO DEA, YOU TRIED TO PUT ME IN FUCKING JAIL WITH A PICTURE OF ME SMOKING A BONG, OOH LIKE THAT'S A FUCKING CRIME, AND THEN YOU ENDED UP GETTING FUCKED BECAUSE YOU WERE CONVINCED THAT YOU HAD TO GET RID OF ME.. BECAUSE I'M WORKING WITH THE POLICE?
PRETTY SURE YOUR HOMOSEX LUCIFERIAN AGENDA IS GOING TO WORK OUT GREAT FOR ALL OF YOU, BUT I'D RATHER JUST BE JUST (“and righteous!”) FRIENDS WITH HIM, HE'S NOT REALLY MY TYPE BUT HE IS VERY PRETTY, and certainly far more metrosexual, YOU'RE WELCOME TO REMAIN AT YOUR PARTY, PAL, AND I WILL LET YOU JEW SERVICE HIS DIE FLOCK. (Die `G|`ck is all jœ. Yes, it's over. It is so jœver.)
WITH YOUR 🆑OCKtow:puss:Ē. (You look great. Nice dress. Come at me again with another lie, and I will give you back another truth: SIRENS. Reminder: You broke the law, and the law runs from Ⓜ️e!
TO THE SEA.) I WILL FURTHER POINT OUT THAT WHEN I SAID EVERYBODY AT THE OYSTER PARTY HATED ME YOU SAID THAT DIDN'T MATTER EITHER. “WOMEN’S CLUB.” WHY THE FUCK YOU WOULD REJECT GOD AND EMBRACE RELIGION IS A COMPLETE MYSTERY TO ME. CONSIDER THE POSSIBILITY:
EWE DO NOT KNOW §🆔Ⓜ️E. — God.
Caller identified as “Jew Hate Database/Jew Hate dot org” is requesting communication.
Constant promises of rape are being received from online 🧊
(Good news: I'm definitely not infected, or affected, or afflicted. Probably 100% immune. Definitely 100% bored. It takes a monstrosity to be that fucking interested in goddam rape. Their compulsion seems to be related to acquiring the release of anger and rejective energy. “I don't care” īT does not believe the response, and does not provide the trigger they’re looking for. Good — I am essentially raping them back. Bored yes; born no.) and Luci + S💨r∆ + D∞dz `G•.`re are nattering on about A/S/L in telegram chat, surely in ceaseless attempt to get me to start sucking girl cock. I just turned it off, I'm bored already. My libido has no albedo. (Standards.)
Do you wish to proceed with this transmission?
I wish to acquire permission 🌿
Good nutrition and strong length of bone REQ’d
‽AπY NOT PRESENT
Go.
🛑WRENCH|ĪīVīⓂ️E🟢
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* Jackstar Sleigh(HER) OF§QjVV∆we.
Go.
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