You ever get pieces of intel that could have been shared down at the beginning , but still nevertheless took most of a year because someone is a fagggot bitch nigger coward? I know, me neither. Yet here we are. I thought it best if everyone knew that I found the source of maximum stupidity on Bellgab, for years, because this moron was stalking me the entire time, new it was because she was going to murder me, and didn't volunteer this information, I don't know why, I think she thought she had the power to do so. Maybe she did. Well, now she has the power to be held accountable in as many public squares as possible. Finding a new plot of mud to rip your little bitchass name through is my new hobby. "Hey, yeah, and guess what! Another thing!" I wish I could turn a buck at that. New favorite job. Maybe if I just shove people around and threaten to take their children I can make a few bucks an hour and then I can buy mustard for my pickle hot dog, unless that's banned because of an emergency, and then next time I hear sirens, I'm gonna pray your death rattle doesn't' come too quickly and that you suffer the exact right amount. (I don't give a shit about your Twinflame. Go find a psychiatrist and suck his dick for some acetaminophen, which reduces empathy. You'd love it if you were ever capable of it. ANyway, go through a portal in Sagittarius after trying everything else and then you'll be somewhere else, unlinked, you obviously thought it was your idea, but they were trying to split my energy in two forever, which would make it easy to make me extinct later.
Luckily I didn't give up and completed You without You around (because you were busy not listening to a fucking word I said) and at that point, you know what? Fucking figure it out on your own, you won't give a shit until you realize what life without half of my energy is like on a day to day basis. Here's a hint: I am almost dead without it and you left me stranded and I literally am ready to die. Right now. Somebody stop me, yeah, right, fucking white people be jumping out and holding hands with brother nagamen to push me into a hole just to save me from your idiot bullshit snarling, lying face.
Thank God I finally know. Yeah, that was hard to share right? Fuck off. I'm taking my Fifth Amendment and going home and I hope you never get in my way again because I will laugh at you and feel bad about it later. I feel bad about it now. I hope you get fired and then have to panhandle and everyone calls you a needle junkie. Except, you know... you are.
Lies of omission. Special consequences. Fuck off and die. no, you won't run into me down at Portal City. For you, there is no future. Just be a playground/hallway monitor extraordinaire and hang out with all your little bitchassed snitching friends and enjoy the rest of your no doubt fabulous life, picking up dog poop with your bare hands and telling every ex ever, "no thanks, I'm high on life." God, this is what I was missing? No wonder no one gave a shit. But I really needed the voiceprint and the items I sought and I don't give a shit about anything you need ever--if I say I am needing something, ifucking need it, and I will end up getting it, and at what point is that a job for 420 piggy? it isn't. just fuck off forever. NO ONE LOVES YOU BECAUSE YOU LIE, YOU ARE A FASCIST, AND SOME OTHER CUNT-RELATED REASON HERE. I can't be bothered to find out the truth of you anymore. how many years was there time to bring things up? Oh, piss off, you wouldn't want to spoil the surprise?
Actual reprobate. Learn to tell the truth before being a fucking snake shitting traitor? Well, but, you're a woman. Just go away. no one cares about bully thieves and I guess I'm done with my debrief for the day, this is good for awhile.
NO MORE THUGGY PIGGY BULLIES AND maybe it's a good idea your cunting whore of a "partner" took the estate's guns, because you would just shoot them with me right now, and then whine about junkies. Who knows what you would do, really, if you were ever able to be yourself? You were, two decades alone, and in all that time you convinced yourself that I had dumped you, which I hadn't, you turned into a shitty faggot who wouldn't talk and acted like I did something wrong. Great. That was??? I guess I'll guess.
420 BLAZE IT and you can rot in fucking Hell. Like you'll notice being a superFed. Note that it's not the Fed thing. It's YOU BEING A SHITBAG LIAR.
Wait does this mean that all three of them are fucking drug enforcement agents? Okay for one thing, at least that's a job approved to the skill level, and wow what a fucking boring bunch of fucking hypocritical liars. I can't wait to rake their lives through the coals the life I just incinerated.
This is a great day for me to uncover this information. Honestly. It seems pretty obviously at least 2nd or 3rd date material for conversation. Conversation. Hah!
What a dipshit. Like I wasn't going to figure it out? Oh, right--lunatic drug addict. You know, it seems possible that you may have been misinformed as to what these things actually do.
I'm not interested in explaining to you. Why bother? I would hate to make you into a more effective thief. You're not all that effective at this time, but, holy shit, a little bit of humanization and there's all kinds of improvements that could be managed. Sadly I'll do something else instead.
In an hour I get to go to Court and listen to some smarmy, snooty broad--once addressed as
ladyjudge-- and explain to her exactly how badly her District Court is totesfucked, and what I plan to do about it. Hopefully I figure that out soon. I think the wisest thing to do is to record a shitload of podcasts. See, the calculus has changed: now that I know how it is intended to cheat me, I am willing to face this one head on.
Sure, let's go to Court and work it out, Tootsie. Let's let you sit there and gnash your teeth while I run your shit down to you and explain how you're a fucked off mess, why you're a fucked off mess, why I don't care if you stay that way for another 25 years, and what it means that none of the people who could have explained this to you wanted to open their yap and explain it to you in terms even a mid-level bureaucratic twatmuch such as yourself and your ilk could understand.
In short, you're a naive toolbox, and now that I've puzzled out WHAT I COULD HAVE BEEN TOLD AT ANY TIME, NUMBSKULL, it's really simply what is coming next. In short: PAIN.
how many laws do you get to break? Well, as many as you want clearly. You don't break them. You pass through them like gossamer at sunrise. That reminds me. Suddenly I am getting a grasp on why you've been assaulted by real assholes.
They probably were begged to take the contract by passing beggar children. "Please, suh... can you rape the Whore of Babylon again? No? Oh, that's too bad. Yeah, no gross. Okay, how about that cunting accountant with a badge and an exaggerated sense of importance and a nose for coke? Oh, already? Here's as a ten spot. Make it one to grow on." And, just like that, i can imagine someone being willing.
I would never. Eeewe, no, never, shaking head in disgust and assuring my future pimp/madam that she hadn't been -exposed.- To what? No idea. Something stupid and gay, no doubt. It's the D Enforcement Agency, it's not for Lie Enforcement.
I swear, I couldn't figure it out. Why does this person have no friends and an entourage of yes-men? Oh, right, because you're desperately starved for attention and kissing your ass allows people to pass stuff behind your back. Jesus, you're a wet noodle.
How long until this screel of loathing turn into actionable? I DO NOT FUCKING CARE. Everything I ever thought was important has taken on a new shift, for example, after I tell the world that I think you're pond scum, I'm going to change my name and disappear, as I am horrified I ever liked you for any reason at all.
(I will, of course, let the judge know all this shit. "Yeah, I sat around for 10 months while no one told me anything, and thent his moronic bitch I went to high school with and two of her sidekick twats thought they'd slowly build a case around me while I just sat around. I bet they thought I deserved it. Well, I didn't think I'd capture some real life faerie faggots, but sure, why not.)
God, I feel better already. Why would I want to be friends with you? I can remember you asking. Well, I didn't know you were a race traitor poster child. Like seriously no wonder nothing made any sense. For one thing, you lied about fucking everything.
For another, I hope you get cancer and die and it fucking hurts and you are alone. Why wouldn't you be? Yeah, Dad says you're a real fcunt. I'm not surprised. Here, have some drug-free milk.
Poor Grapefruit. She should have just told me. Oh, she was faking everything too? Well, I'm glad she caught some nice lessons.
One thing is for sure: death would have been too good for them. I'm probably going to "forget" everything I learned about the targeting system. Go build your own system, lunch money gang, and I hope you're happy my father died fucked off and alone without cannabis but with lots of fentanyl and a craving for fentanyl.
You are beneath all contempt. This is why the voiceprint was important, I don't want to confuse this timeline with one where you aren't a soulless buccaneer retard. Go shave your ass, sideways. (And I won't be having sex with the loyal and faithful Grapefruit, I am to let you to fuck each other to death forever, and while I can obviously be cordial, I see no reason to since you probably tax cordials and I havew no one who needs busting for whatever you planted on someone. Just move along and find a place that loves your authoritarianism as much as I did your mother, who clearly must have known something, since she sent me a picture of you that reminded me: there's more than one of your and the more I think about your demands, the more I realized that it was great to keep my news a surprise. I think people can swallow the truth now.) You are one pathetic specimen when it comes to handling your own shit.
oh but what I do, you can tell just by looking, it's suspicious. Your face isn't suspicious at all: it's full-on prejudiced towards scorn. Go you. ugh I want to vomit again. I hope you don't start being abscessed now. I think you're a foul and indecently taught person with a flat-out busted moral compass and just stay the fuck away from my house and my everything, just share this empty space and I doubt she's anything more than you are: junior tattletales from the stars. *retch.*
I've never seen a more disappointing reject. I'm going to find that woman who almost gave me herpes and let her fuck me up my own ass. As an homage. You're a cantaloupe. Try smoking it up your ass.
