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[Jackstar]

And that's why you're a loser,

Thankfully I didn't become a surprise winner of a warts on my dick.

who relies on a Trust

I rely on... what? Where do you come up with these suppositions.

I rely on three things. My Self, my Creator, and my God. The is what my mom's spirit relies upon.

It's an agreement between the living and the dead. And someone...  thought I was supposed to be her Get Out Of Jail Free Card. I'm not that.

And there are certain plants and animals that were supposed to be taken care of here. Now. Where's my helpmate? ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ she's got Tribe stuff. It's important. Now... who says I can't talk her? Well... they might want to pay attention. I don't want “back together.” You know what I really want? Exoneration at trial. Except..  I'm supposed to lose. I won't lose. We were supposed to kill each other, and instead, I shut down her programming like it was nothing to me. Because, it is nothing to me. I burned out my controller engrams. I'm the 90s. She thought that was impossible

Well yeah, for her. For me? Well .  I did not plan on using them. Also, I'm so smart that to a cheer captain from wonderboy Island, I am so smart I might as well be a tiny God.


And, I didn't lie. I also don't know what happened right before I suddenly showed up. They were afraid to ask me.

They were embarrassed. They thought I was just lying. No, I really did give my live over to Christ in 1997. Now, I w of uld have preferred giving my life over to drugs and sex? But I couldn't breathe..  and no one could tell me why.


And as soon as I found out? I told My Helpmate very succinctly: “i have important news. Tell the others. Starting with You-Know-Who.” Well. I guess she told... No one? Huh. An odd strategem.

I love Native Americans, not because they are stupid. But because she really could, by herself, completely annihilate you all. EXCEPT: well, she's U.S. Military property, and, holy shit, I don't know how G. Washington captured them? But he FUCKING DID. And here's why: THEY'RE ASSHOLES.

Thankfully, I am mostly neutral. I'm loyal to my nation. And that's THE U.S. CONSTITUTION. I don't give a fuck how pissed her great granny is about it. I'm not gonna BETRAY MY COUNTY FOR POONTANG.

And these twits thought I had to be talking shit. And yet, no. I invented a way to shield myself against control magick I didn't even know existed. Oh, wow, no wonder they loved Washington. He somehow... outsmarted all the these demon witches. And I guess they used to have a more cordial relationship?

I know the feeling. Now, meanwhile, I'm immaculate and they have been FUCKED ever since somehow, someone decided to LIE TO DISPATCH OVER THE PHONE ABOUT ME. Just one too many times. Oh Kuçzî is a menace,, oh thanks for letting us know, oh yeah, we'll be violate his civil rights so your family isn't that embarrassed... Sure, why not? Oh, right..  you are all held under thrall by a Vampirel Lord, a Shadow Dragon Hydra, and she very tricky to handle generational curses.

Reminder: I just wanted to get high and fuck. Now, I'm the bearer of Cosmic wisdom and I'm a fucking folk hero. Because I do love these retards... and they had heard that one before.

Not, however... from a Hungarian, unconditionally. Why would anyone love these people that way? Jesus, have you met them? NO YOU HAVEN'T.

I have. Wow, I get the whole reservation thing now. Wow. However, patriotism doesn't mean I can't work something out.

And, I have. And not for sex or drugs. I did it so my father would not have to be pissed at her father.

Because, oh, yeah, I bet I was intimidating. Well, pro tip: when some one says, “i would prefer if you don't lie, there are special consequences,” don't assume that I couldn't read that microexpression. oh yeah, like what? + I'm so bored, these modern humans are dumb. Well to be honest .. I don't really know how it works out.


But I do know that before they consideredb telling me the truth... they directed to just have you kill me, murder-suicude, and move you it into a new tribal unit. That means .. well, you wild lose your shit when you could not find me and I kept on being relationship telepathically linked. Because I didn't get that from you

I'm as Native as any of you, I'm not some schulb. So, you don't get to treat me as prey. I was supposed to be shown respect. So..  why did your husband pretend he really wasn't married to you?

Oh well, because no really knew what I was all about. I guess directly asking? A new concept.

But throwing a stick at my head. Wow. Why don't I report thst to police? Well... I didn't need their help. And it wasn't until then that I figured it out .. you thought I was toying with you.


No, I really had no idea. You thought I was powerless. But you simply never told me... what the problem was. What was the problem? I might hazard a guess... but OUT OF RESPECT, I didn't want to spoil the surprise.

All of you thought I was dumb. How could I not know? Oh, yeah, easy,: I don't know you, but I trust a vampire over any Fed who tells me I can't get high and I need to "get a job.” what for? I was sad and couldn't breathe and...  I was supposed to just... move along, huh?

You all get that you're all just a gang of thugs now, right? Because I did move along. And... I simply didn't see your authority as credible. How is it you thought you were in charge of me? Oh, right, weed used to be Native business.

And someone thought that keeping me away from weed was a good idea. And trying to humiliate my highschool experience? Wow! You all used to be all that, huh?


You know why you're not now? I'll tell you why.

Some broads didn't want to share me. NOTE: oh, how did you know do much? Oh, right..  you bought me collecting contract, and you were jelly..  because I sure saw the trap coming, didn't I.

They didn't want me a happy father. They wanted me to spawn a baby and then disappear. I was very smart, you know?

Scared them. 176:I.Q. at age 3? Sounds like a fluke. (it wasn't.) Better keep him miserable.

Satan is stupid. And now? Replaced by a robot. Lucifer chose to make peace with God rather than challenge me. For what? I don't really want power.

I do want to know why someone thought they were gonna ruin there own birthday, but..  well, true love at first sight with no sexual demands? Sounds like some kind of a fag!

No, you're just that much of a pain the ass. More so before. So, why didn't I just run my mouth off and tell everyone the truth?

This way was way more satisfying for me. Also, I was confused... you actually before believed those stories about me. Oh, right..  you're from planet, a time traveler, and you had been taught to deny the truth — you thought I was gonna be a sex pest.

I reality, I was thinking, “I bet she had no idea I can tell she's going to be a knockout in twenty years, but she's shy about it.” yeah, that's generation X. Now, I want to know... at what point did you decide I had given up?

Well, never. I'm gonna find out, eventually. Oh, btw, did you know you've been brainwashed by racist one drop rule thugs? Because you to them, were are niggers. Total degenerates.

Three seconds after meeting you, you apparently decide sneering at me in public was wise. Just as I was thinking, “I'm sure those boobs will be nice but I'm not having children unless paid.” and I didn't care.


I was interested in BOOKS. I had no oxygen, was a year younger than all of you, and had I known it was important, you could get put all my semen into a time capsule. I just thought it was convenient for clean up, and I thought it rude to expect someone to not spit out my essence, if I ever found a woman who could carry a conversation with or without a blowjob.

I'm not even looking. Still don't care much. HOWEVER: Scorpio in the chart guarantees some deep obsession. I have no Scorpio. I'm Virgo Rising.



VIRGIN. VIRGO. HI! I'm even more legit than a Virgo sun sign.
They are born perfect...  they don't know how it feels to aspire to an ideal, and then earn it. And I used to this Virgo was boring.

I thought it meant no sex. It's not that for me. It means mine regrows.


And I didn't care. Still don't. However, now people are aware: oh, look, some thing unusual. That's me.

You, whomever reading this is, are not unusual. ALL OF YOU figured I was full of lies.

Nope. Why lie to the peasantry? I really am A. Source Titan. Now... do any of you even know that that means? No. Because no one has bothered to ask me. So many rumors.

And poor Grapefruit. No one even knows who she is now. Once the center of my world, now, cast away like yesterday's hot Chinatown garbage. Wow. Well at least she never had to suck my dick. I simply didn't want to think about it.

And, she was a total lesbos. Now, it was sweet of her to try and fake it,, but nothing was going to make me forget, if yeah, I'm just here doing a favor.

Why do you think I suddenly felt the need to dive deep into Facebook? Check it out: no one asked, everyone assumed.

And I legit thought you were dead. Or, bought my "I have to run act, because scared thing.” I wasn't scared. I really want to make this clear: I didn't want to laugh at you, but I know a soundet when I am led on to one. And you and I were both victims.

And I did where l what I did because they were just gonna kill us both. Oh no wait, I was paranoid.

Maybe I was bipolar. No. I simply wanted to get some sex. And I wondered... what's wrong with me? Oh, well, for thing... my father was a legend. Who got taken advantage of. Because he was an arrogant asshole. He's much more humble now.

And he could have easily taught me all kinds of shit. He didn't trust me, though. He couldn't figure out why I wasn't happy with the abusive way he because towards that whore he let trap him into a loveless bondage.

The stories I heard about my parents before I was born... wow. I bet they were ashamed. And they didn't realize... yeah, she died. Who exactly was gonna worry about my mental health? I was three.

Who even told me that I had a sister? Well... she was supposed to be alive. My mother wanted four kids.
 She wantedbl her destiny. And instead, I grew up alone. No friends. No weed. No fat burning pills. Huh. I guess some one wanted her and I to suffer. Well, I asked me mother what the problem with drugs for weight loss were

Oh, they thought I would grow up to be a drug addict like literally my entire family. Maiden name: Miller.

Which is precisely why I figured no one would notice that I was self-experimenting with LSD to see if I could crack the code.

Anyway, haha, no pun intended. “crack” the code. Haha lol. Now, why am I not in trouble?

The same reasons that Catholicism didn't have to give up wine during Prohibition.

Special Clergical Privilege. And I didn't become or ordained to take advantage of a legal loophole.

I did it because I wanted to be able to forgive myself if I wanted to not feel guilty if I ever suddenly snapped and killed one of your stupid retard friends. And you thought they lked you, heh. Well, they thought you would be useful.... to them.

Well, certainly a lot less useful than they might have imagined. Oh, and do I desperately crave a return to youth? No, I'm in no hurry. I still don't know what the fuck anyone was thinking. HELLO? I'M NOT STUPID, ALSO I'M AN EMPATH. Since I haven't been actually abusing drugs. You know who has?

Literally everyone else. Now, here's why this matters: I think this is way more fun than sex. So, what's the problem? Well, pick your timeline. But for me the big problem is this:


I asked five times, and was lied to by a woman who was being raped literally by everyone else. And she had to lie to me more and more.

So maybe she shouldn't have thought I couldn't deal with a bratty abusive boy-child. And apparently, the kid had a temper. “ooh, watch out ... my abusive golem might get mad, and if my 300 year old grandfather takes over the fists again, it might get ugly.”

You know what was ugly? I got a stick of lumber to the head and a cranky pissy tantrum. Did I call police? Not really.

I did know that yanking those pigtails would bring cops, but only because no one ever things I get violent. Because, I didn't. Why did I start spitting? Oh it was that insulting, what your family was doing. Now, of course you thought I was a kept man.

What you don't know if l is that I said, don't get ordained and try to fake it. Befire 2006? Grandfathered in
 I cautioned the very few people I told.

Now. Guess how stuffed surprised I was to discover that some arrogant broad who thought I was some loser, figured I was just some man, and couldn't be trusted? I was like, “holy shit, I can't believe it. I said, don't do this, the bitches go out and do it. It's like I think they might be drug -addled Fed whores or something. I bet they thought they were born that way, to hate the Patriarchy. Starting lonely child of a pair of total dicks.


My parents. the whole family. Instead of valuing my intellect, I watched them treat me like an animal. Weird. I don't f realize it was a race thing.

Here's what it was: a hostile takeover. By a rape gang from the East Coast.

Then, Texas? What is it about MILLERS that causes SEXUAL PREDATORS to get so mad?

Well, at a guess, it's because women and children first makes sense when I want to survive. Also, pædophila didn't just happen. It's intentional brainwashing.

Never mind why humans are reviled. just remember..  I knew that there was something going on.

So ... yeah maybe someone should have just told me, “that kid hates her mom and doesn't realize the forces being involved.,” but,  at least I wasn't a predatory stalker.


And, I asked. I got nothing but lies... Until recently.

So. Let's see. Should I take up cigar smoking? Hrtm.

Let me explain. After twenty-five years, ugh... Look, I do have interest in your opinions. But I am pretty sure people think I'm wasting everyone's time. They don't realize: WE INVENTED A REUSABLE WAY TO DUPLICATE RETURN TRAVEL. Then, hypnotic trance, curse this sudden and inexplicable betrayal! What could this mean??

It means you're fuckin’ dreaming if you thought I knew. I figured... no one could be that dense. Or, oh .. they cooked your brain by overdriving it with illicit meth, huh? Wow, bummer.


But at least I sure got told who was boss, huh? So anyway, everyone thought I was an autistic fag and it was best to let me live in ignorance while a rare gang from Texas abused drugs and fucked their brains out while laughing at me consuming my own essence. Uhm.... who was I supposed to let consume it?

Haha. I wasn't supposed to do anything but be a slave. I think my father lost me in a poker game or something. He don't think I was important. Or that I should be informed.


And no one knew the truth: I fell off my tricycle. I died I was FOURS YEARS OLD. Why didn't I have a baby sister? Why did I live on a street b with a bunch of old people? Why did the girls at the end of my street think the dirt l were the bossb of me?


Say it with me... “KUCZI? JUST AN ANCHOR BABY NIGGER!!”

176 tested I.Q. Age 3. Too bad, no leverage on my father they just hopped up keep me ignorant long enough to exploited. I guess not.

oh btw I'm actually unbroken now. Oh, let me guess, it was me being in denial, right? I was just trying to explain my obvious drug abuse. lol.


How did I come up with a brilliant plan at such a young age? Well... I guess G-d was quite hopeful I would be suffently impressed. I, for one, certainly am.

And I am a goddam Paladin. Sure, convert to Catholicism... because my plan was always very simple: don't let summer figure out how stupid those dorks were. And... like, you couldn't just tell him to fuck off? Oh, right..   dopeslavery.


Hi. I cured that. I just thought it might come in useful. And now... well 25 years later, gosh, I'm obviously such a dangerous stalker, right?

Right. Meanwhile, it's because I would be sad if suddenly Glen Close killed your brother. I wouldn't be happy. I also won't care.

Hey, so, maybe.... he shouldn't have been trying to entrap me. Couldn't he just be happy getting high and fucking you! Oh, actual brother. I suppose that was a disappointment. I mean, I was gone, t
?
 Why didn't things work out?


Well, I wouldn't mind knowing myself. In the meantime, I'm long past this shit.


However... An EMERGENCY?

oh, well. Okay, I've only been isolated with no human contact for how long? Well, at least I deserve to suffer, unlike Julian. He's a real hero. I'm just trying to exploit your family.


Where does this strategy come from? Satan or Mikolasy? Same diff to me.

And... it never occurred to any of you that I had built the better mousetrap by far. Now was sad at Christmas? No.

I was devastated. Those are gonna worship me forever... because they knew the truth.

I was the happiest ever... and then you started fighting over me, and then got rid of me, and... wow, and you don't know what a Shadow Dragon Hydra is, huh? But you get guns and jobs and paychecks and you get to conspire against real men openly, huh? Weird.

I mean, I do deserve it? Oh my laws yes. Of course I could have waited. But no way was I into getting a rape film fun. I don't want to rescue rape anyone.

It's not my thing. I, instead... adore political change through satire.

Now, I'm going to say this again: NO JURISDICTION. Also, no privacy.


And, no reason. I'm not a danger to anyone... unless they love to be a bully misogynist.

Also I'm not kidding, I'm borne a child, given birth, I'm a mother, I had a womb, technically, I am a womb-man. Because I was thought to be surely doomed to be good for a Royal Alpha Draconan.

Instead... I CONVINCED THE CHANGELING TO GO FOR THE GUSTO. Sure, I could have been turned into a meat snack for an 8-ft talln lizard warrior, but remember, I am a trained diplomat.


And I no idea. That's the human cycle? Huh. Okay well, I'm not excusing the violation of my informed consent... But in no other way could I have ever been a Mother to a child in this life. I have a penis. I'm a man. Or .. oh, I'm Sex 3. Kinda in between. No wonder I had tits.

Her name is Gavelina, and of course there's no proof. What fun with that be? Yeah, pretend I wanna rape anyone. It still wouldn't be any of you.

And I would ask my scion about it. She's not here, of course. She's busy fighting.

For OUR freedoms. Now. You get the picture yet? Because you weren't that cowardly. Some Fed thug has been blackmailing and using coercive force. I'm supposed to be devastated by this news.

I am not. You know what I am? Still amazed that Jessica thought I was praying to have sex just once. Oh, hell no.

I simply wished to be first and not just once. Because you had no idea.

I'm not parent. But I am a mother. And I couldn't figure it out... and then Eureka!
Great Scott, of course!

You were being drugged and groomed and obviously I would but be down with baby farming. And I don't know what happened to that woman. I threw the number out.


Because I would have told her everything, and then you'd really know betrayal, lol.

However. No one really admitted to caring. Oh, I'm not worth supporting, huh? Right. I'm the fabulous bastard alive. Because, I'm not mad. Oh, and are you obsessed? Oh, imagine that. I wonder how that happened.

Oh, right. Sourcerœr. Now that other person is a Templar agent, he is a slave, and he thought I was meaningless.

Well, I was, until he lied to me about you. And, I guess he forgot: him alcoholic. Me, actual scholar.

And I can handle him like he's a toddler. Because to me... he usually has been. But he's scary, huh?

That's why I was thrilled to have defeated him. I don't even know that was happening. But instead of trying to take all me exlovers back... by rape, I just completed The Great Work. Wow! None if you ever thought to tell those arrogant Khimera fucks to just piss off? Oh yeah... I forgot. You've never seen a real human behave. Not really.

Look, just accept the fact that I'll still really hurt about a couple of things, and you've all been so busy getting high and busting innocent people that you all forgot: I was fifteen. You were all a year older at least. So.... why did I have to be suffering?

Because. No leverage. How could I be trusted, I might expose the entire operation!

Destroyed it instead. What? Oh, right, corporate fascists, you really thought you were in control. You never were.


GOD WINS.

AND NOW... SO DO I.


No, I'm not going to chop my tits or my penis and I could give a shit less what you think—I am the decider.

So. Now what? “Indecent exposure.” Okay, sure, the thinnest of legal pretexts. Meanwhile... I am good but getting sex would be nice. How about... can I start with no longer being objectified? When did I deserve this?

Oh, right, I dared halt the grooming process. Queen Toteslezz must have been furious. Look, I didn't need to be bullied my whole life. I could handle what you were doing. I just wouldn't have forgotten why I was there.

You asked for me. But I had a penis and actually cared. Diesel dykes tremble at my approach. Now, why couldn't I bet yourv beard? Oh yeah you were being trained to hate men and to rip them off. The Gay Mafia, on the rise.


Huh. Well... Now that I've been raped into Motherhood, I still prefer women to bigots. Because I'm a Virgo.

Now. Are we clear on who is boss here? I am not afraid of you. Of anyone.


And I really prefered (blank). Oh, but now you wanna argue about how I don't even get consulted? Yeah, see, that's why my sidekick companion has an identity so secret... Even I don't know who she is.

But, it's not Gavelina. No, I wanna have sex with my friend, maybe, and you know... I don't give a shit who is happy it jealous. Because neither of us were, and we don't fuck for thee.

Do I even see l want to? I'm gonna sell it. Piss off. Jesus likes whores, why can't I? Yadda yadda yadda. btw, I really liked all the Dawns, Dave.

Except for the Feds. Btw: that's you. You're a Fed.

So. You gonna get goddam Google Account back for me, fatboi whitey? Or are y just gonna watch me tell some real stories?


You are not charge of what happens to me. You're not even in charge of the language center of your brain. And here's why: dope for thee, but not for me? Huh. Who put you in charge, Mr. Pancake?

for toilet paper.

Never forget, you all thought Freemasonry was so cool. Okay, so... who was supposed to tell me? Oh, right nigger anchor baby.

lol.


I do actually outrank you. I'm not in your jurisdiction. Stop intercepting my communications or this gets exponentially messier.

For example: you know why my (blank) and I don't have sex? She's never asked me.

Literally, no other reason.

And DOOM WEDNESDAY was like this: oh, you thought I would rescue you, huh? Yeah, well, my timetable.


And, my reputation is restored. I wasn't really doing what you thought I was doing.

And apparently, some long-standing resentments are thawing. Because I guess... no one imagined a way, you could ever be properly punished. Well, now you are, in the eyes of many.

Sure, sure. Queen Honest Nazi SQUAWSHA. Whatever the fuck, okay? Just get your shit together, do what you like. You want to get married? I'm not officiating. I'll be busy. Maybe pick a husband who is actually interesting.

Meantime: NEVER FORGET.


SQUAW, YOU ARE MINE. CROWN FOR KING INDEED.
And I'm a mother. It's awesome. Of course you had nothing to do with it.

And really can't, Tribal Council decided. They have their reasons. What am I gonna do? Argue?

And the only reason I pretend that The Court knows what they've done is that they will never, ever never believe it.

Because I single-handley prevented another French -Indian-vQuebecois internecine conflict from escalating. I'm sure the Quebecoise thought they could enrage me. Nope.

That woman pissed me off and I didn't mean to humiliate that guy. However, I don't think I did. Obviously I respect him.

It's not like I'm afraid to buy her contract. I just didn't think it was polite to try to lie to me.

And, btw... I didn't have to have let everyone know at all. But as soon as I found out, someone wanted a display! Oh okay.

I wanted an enchanted sapphire not stolen. We don't always get what we want. Now. Are we gonna quit fucking around like this?

Stop pretending I'm your authority, Canlanderstandermang. I like you. That's why you are still stinging over it.

You're not invited. You know why? Because I like drugs and you are little baby oinkers.

I am not. I get to do what you don't. That's just how it is.

I also think I probably should have been read in. Let me know when your country has a working government [s[again[/I] for the first time; I'll pretend to defect and then you can roleplay you as Putin and me as Snowden and you can even punch me in the dick if you think it will help. Because I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.


At least until you got all blustery and shouty. Who were you trying to intimidate, other Gorillas in the middle midst? Yeah, well, bad timing.

No one thought I'd ever demonstrate that l can actually be sexually persuasive.

And yeah, portal, Sourcery, mil.spec, blackpope. It's all true.


Meanwhile, you're cool too. You know how you know? I let you live. She's legit fond of you. What a softy.

Btw, I don't know why nukes burned your forests down. Nukes don't work like you think they do.

And neither do I. I don't sneak around, I don't cheat, and if I had anything to report, I would say so. Who gets a thrill from being deceptive? Adolescent.

Now. Still bearing a grudge, I hope not, but if so... I'll let you in on a little secret.

I'm not into trysting or monogamy. And I was supposed to go to Oklahoma. Why didn't I? Because... someone's story didn't add up.

So... I sat on my ass and played video games. Huh. was I that black? ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ Don't worry about it.


The tao piece, the named necklace, and the birthday nightmare. Plus bonus news. Am I not being patient enough?

(Fuck you, DEA. GO BE PART OF A LEGITIMATE ALPHABET. so corrupt. Oh, btw: Jess is Chelsea is a man is misled is confused, because I didnt pray for anything people thought I did for.

And someone sure fucked up. “here kid swallow then just jump on her and she'll say no and then we'll have the President call on the phone with a pardon.” nope, still no interest.

I don't feel guilty about having sex and I don't feel guilty about laughing at the homo mafia. Because the truth is no one knows what happened. But I do.

So. I'm ready for my psych eval. Are you ready for the reprecussusions, Intelligence apparatus. Because I'm not even upset. My friend wants snuggles, however.

Give in to her demands forthwith or I will rend your Puny world assunder. She is so sad, and I'm not stalking anyone. I don't even believe it, really.

Okay I'm lying. I totally believe it. None of you will ever know the truth, either. I am always going to be in the side of those who have nothing and are not even allowed to enjoy what little nothing that they have in peace, and also, parents who objectify their own children are niggerfaggot. Fuck both, I see it her way.

And I'll slit you both from wop top to sbbo anus, stitch your twitching fetid husks together, ugh you're so old, and ching in their like Han and Luke finding themselves at the point of a blaster's “get into the goddam tauntaun corpse and start playing tummysabers while Leia and the Wookie take turns gnawing off each other’s cinnamon buns off, because Leia wants it that way. Listen up, Rebel scum: you suck dick now, and I don't need to know why. She's a Princess, and you're a smuggling moisture farmer. Don't make me ask again



Now, recognize that's a funny story. In reality... I had no idea about as any of this. Oh, I can see why it was awkward. Oh, well, let me clesr something up.

Nick really pissed me off. But I was cool with letting it go.

Now. I'm in quarantine now .. why? And who is letting Spider Alky the Wendigo squirt out more bastards?

I can see why he decided to, trust me..  what I don't like being lied to.


And I'll take a bullet for her and murder you all if she asks me. Here's why:


She's nice. And I really had no idea. I knew, how did I notice? Because I don't obsess over PEOPLE WHO CAN'T GIVING APOLOGIZE.

AND YEAH. I can obey her. Why wouldn't I? Also, you got 90second show that burned to prototype I was fulky aware you were trying to embarrass me.


Wow, suddenly... After 12 years? Oh, she asking me for drugs? Wtf? Oh right. She knows nothing

She was embarrassed. Well, tough shit. Most people get over it.


Meantime... I knew someone wasn't being honest. Now, well, guess what? I will always trust her more than anyone.

Because... she eventually told me the truth. Now. Anyone else? Little late now.


Face it. I'm blameless. And she can use me to taunt you all she likes.

She is a hero. You are a zero. →[ ] .  This is not disrespect. It's out of totes total respect that I'm not fully giving in to the darkest fantasy. Oh, btw: yeah, we are all otherkin Vampyr and I am her Paladin now.


Not yours. Capiche? Never tell me who I may associate with again, ever, *polite bitch*


Okay, good luck not getting laughed out of court now. And if this escalates further, I'll embarrass more parents and entertain more children.

Because I am your worst existential crisis made flesh. I was kinda nice before. And then... You suddenly had to disappear. How did that help? Whose call was that? Who do you think I really want?

Even we don't know. Because... Shields.


Go micromanage someone else's dollhouse. I'm good. And if she's not, she'll tell me so. And I know how to mend faces that you don't even know you broke.


Are you getting me, Bellgab? We are sick of your incompetence.

That's why I murdered her bosses parents. Oh wait, no i didn't.


I didn't murderer anyone.

But I'm a junkie and it's cool when you defame me? Huh.
Kinda yeah. People ARE in actually awe right now.


Because obviously it's a cool rest of the story. Right?

And you know only that I'm really fucking Fed up. You don't even know if I'm really blackpope. Like, is that really a thing? Well, go ask who you usually ask. Oh right they hate you now.


I remember Rita and Britney. Huh. You know what? You should try my lying to people. See what happens.


Hi, I'm Jackstar. Face reality.

I destroyed them. I said I would. Now what? Pro tip: I'm hers, so stop being abusive shitheads.

To her. Abusive to other? That doesn't even count. And you had chance. And instead...  Years of open, thinly veiled hostility. Like what?

Oh, haha. You forgot, I respect the law. And none of you cared about how lonely my father was.

He died believing I was just pretending to like him. No, I loved him. They meant well.

420 BLAZE IT BIGOTED FED FUCKHEADS.
(I know secrets. You won't. Nyahh jyahh nyshhn)

So now what? Well .  I don't feel guilty, that's for sure. Hi go have cigars.

Without bæ³. /quiet eternal seething resumes eternally.

[Jackstar]

And you could've done a lot of things which you (ultimately) chose not to do.

Like have you all thrown in prison? A waste of talent. So the people you all defrauded, well, they were afraid they would never feel safe again.

And now obviously the perfection of God’s love Her children is manifest. What worse hell could there be for the gang that took down the Fantasic Forum, murdered Ramona Bell, made Art to go off the air, and silently supported a bunch of faggy Jesuits in relentlessly boring talk radio. You know why good radio went away?

Because Certain_People were so odious, and in possession of Certain_Technologies... no one had fun any more.

It's fun now though. Dear Richard Groyper. Do you remember when I told you I saw a portal open? You seemed so impressed. The next day? It was like you had been told to shun me or else you would be fired.

I forget why that happened. However, I do distinctly remember a certain person telling me that she had ” never heard of Bellgab before.” then suddenly... She is super chummy and laughing at me. Weird.


Let me explain: once she started lying to me, the love was gone, and there was five them.

So ... at what point did any of you think to wonder what the special consequences were gonna be? Because you're not busted, BellGab. You're debunked. Hey, does Mick West have a dick? I'll suck it now.


p.s.: Mockingbird is wrapped. Get used to this idea. New paradigm incoming.

But you always be my playthings, Bellgab. MINE. And if I weren't willing to overwatch.. you would have all been excuted. No one trusts you. But they have me deal with you.


For decades you were an unstoppable shadow force and no one knew what happened. Still, no one knows exactly.

It took me a few months to blow your whole world apart. I just needed permission. And I couldn't figure out... Jesus, Grapefruit, maybe you shouldn't have lied to me, right?

I already knew what you had done... left me for dead. I don't need revenge. Cannabis is legal. I didn't pay for higher education. Because it was a scam and you all fell for it.

Oh, if only I could have warned you? Yeah I could have.


And I could have acknowledged Dawns 1, 2, 3, 4, right away. Four women named Dawn? Weird. So... I guess she liked me too? Cool. Now just leave me alone for a few more months. You're sure to get a conviction then, Court. Btw: these are actually war and hate crimes. What is so bad about me?

Simple. I don't respect your authori-tay. Also: HELLO, PIGS.

You don't actually decide what kind of substance use is lawful and unlawful anymore. Here's why:

You're bad at it. Look, I just ask God. And then... I listen and obey. What's wrong with that?

Oh yeah, The Brotherhood gets less vig for their pimpin’. Massive dynamic rolleyes.


You've been brain washed. Speaking of which, Beulah: go teach them how to suck dick, okay? Because you were churnabusung me. Oh, but not any one else. P.s. I was molested and raped at 15. Not very sympathetic toesrds me, huh? Fancy that.

Don't fear me. Just be better. Lots of hurting people out there and me pointing out your hypocrisy gives many hope.

And, as God as my witness, I never for a moment believed that she would actually nut know what happened. She didn't ask? She just didn't want to tell me. But believing SHITBAG THUGS? lol.

I never broke up with her. She planned the whole thing, because I shouldn't have let us be both victimized. Well, she was right.

Being both younger and completely inexperienced I can see why it was expected that I wasn't actually doing that. And yet; plans within plans within plans. Wheels within wheels within wheels. One single goal.

You explain to the rest of them why I couldn't just hop on over to another second place girl? Oh well..  lol, I knew why. You wouldn't have liked it.

And, you wouldn't have earned the right to my First Seed. Just show me how you time travel, and not only will I explain how to find it, I'll give you consent to legitimately farm me.

Or, you know...  just shut the fuck up and tell your owner or boss or Madam or what ever mouthy battlesex this she I've got, that, we need to talk. Not you and me, lol. No, me, and whatever loser pimp thought he was in charge of you.

He didn't do well. I can explain. Discretely or in 70mm. How shall it be?

Btw: your brand has to first be worth something to claim that I damaged it. Meanwhile: you're an accomplice to rape of a minor child. pretty ironic, don't you think?

I'm not mad, or pressing charges. But maybe it wasn't me being a gay basher right?

I don't care what it was. I'm still young. You're old and you spent years behind cruel to me. So...  well, whatevah.

So worthless and then suddenly I must be using magic? Because how else could my friend suddenly flip out?

Simple.I really didn't know, and at I let myself be chased away. Now. did that work out? I don't think so


And I really didn't understand. I was really hurt though. It makes complete sense now. So... is Dana D.T.? Come on. Why did you all get to boss me around? I suppose you believed that you were better than I


Well. You were. Now you are scum and I serve a new master.

A year and a half. Good job. btw; I'm a Mother. I know things.

You are a thuggy piggy obsolete strike team. And if not for me, you'd be rotting in a Turkish prison. I hear it's pretty bad.

Being castigated in public by me has gotta be worse. By the way: Ellgab is terrified.
Because they don't know where CLOUGH even went. And you knew... at least he tried.

And I never stalked Sara R. She pissed me off. I can see why. She had been told I was a liar.

By... people exploiting her. Reminder: magick is my area.


Subterfuge is yours. Go to counseling. You're fired. #peace.

[Jackstar]

Instead of being altruistic, you weaponised seemingly benevolent situations, twisted them, flaunted incremental, miniscule amounts of power you had over me; blackmailed me, threatened me, took advantage of my vulnerability, and made me feel worthless.

No. Those were military lesbos pretending to be me, training in you. I'm your actual friend.

Why do we fall, Alistair? To see what others do to those we love in the Spring. Look, you're a youngling. Now you know: I never gave up on you. I just don't mind making you wait because you made assumptions.

They have reflected poorly. I don't hold it against you. Others will.

And I don't know what people thought. But I knew it was a trap. But I didn't know who set it for who.

But I knew I wasn't there to get laid. Oh, it was so happy times. And then...  wait, what? It seemed like I was lying?


AN ENTIRE BUSINESS ESTABLISH MEANT RUN BY CLANDOS, HOLOGRAMS, AND VENGEFUL CHILDHOOD GHOSTS... and I'm the weirdo? Huh.

Look, l will be honest. Never in a million years would I have figured it out. I wasn't looking for her. Oh no. She had her chance. And now I'm completely satisfied. And you're telling me ... the strange empty feeling is a surprise?


Trust The Plan. And yeah, you're forever demoted. My friend is your boss, nig-nags. Always remember if there was no love, I would have had you killed. And I'm serious. And I'll shove you all off a cliff at her merest twitch of a pinky.



Loyalty. Like freedom... fealty is no small thing.

I'll never forget that she was nice she none of you ever were.  Now.  go! 90 days suddenly child turkey. I bet you could handle the notion. Oh, but, constantly defaming me? Oh, you just get to do that, because... mine are literally nicer than yours. And, hi, did you want to tap my virgin twat? Oh, duh, of course, you think you are Gavelina’s mom.


Well, maybe not. I don't really give a shit what you think. “you hate me for my gay?” you think you're gay? You've got shut as much good cheer as a tax audit from a Hare Krishna refugee with TB.

I ran because they were using DEW great at breakfast combined with Looking Glass. Lame. Can't give us drugs and let's us figure it out, right? We might not feel guilty otherwise.

Get over it. You don't even know anything. But cheer up. Obviously I am not a rapist. That's you. And your family. Algonquin kryptojews from Mars. I love it. So few understand.

¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

You pissed us off and now you're #2 forever. #3, once again, is Grapelock Fruitfaghot. Why is this your business? Why is this in public? Why not?

I literally care only one option now. Imagine that devotion, and now consider: nothing new to me.


But I just thought I was being lied to again. I actually had to be convinced. That was nice. I wondered what that was like.

REMINDER: I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF SHE IS STILL ALLIVE.


Can you just fix your own life? I'm good for now, and I get more satisfaction knowing that I'm not at risk than I ever did have from your plan, which was, may I remind you .. ACTUALLY CHILD RAPE.


Not gonna lie: I respect that. Kudos. Now do I need to find who murdered your cat? Because I wasn't even that mad. But at that point, it was clear that people blamed you. Weird. Maybe they should have stopped giving you cockpuke formula. Because, as you goddam well know... you were being manipulated. And I would have been happy just telling you how stupid your entourage were.

They have only gotten dumber. Hi, you all could have told me I was a nigger. It would have saved time.

Preferable to bigot, I have soul, and... Sexual predation teams are kinda hard to dismantle.

For anyone but me. Weird how I'm a Miller, huh?

Go pray, Punylings. I don't want to have to do this again.


(The Kids love it. I own you, heebs. NEVER FORGET.


L’haim!)

[AZZERAE]

I'm not in your jurisdiction. Stop intercepting my communications or this gets exponentially messier.

You're just a boomer angry at a defunct device.

Don't make your problems mine.

I do actually outrank you.

I know you'd like to believe that.

I also know, its bullshit.

[AZZERAE]

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

You couldn't if you tried.

[AZZERAE]

I didn't have to have let everyone know at all.

And yet, here we are.

[AZZERAE]

Also I'm not kidding, I'm borne a child, given birth, I'm a mother, I had a womb, technically, I am a womb-man.

... Are you ... Trying to tell us something?

[Jackstar]

... Are you ... Trying to tell us something?

You are dead to me. Get within arms’ reach and I will literally strangle the life out of ewe You.

[Jackstar]

And yet, here we are.

POSIT: you are Rubini with a dick.

Just neck yourself, you stupid whoremonger rapist fagcunt cuntfag.

[Jackstar]

You couldn't if you tried.

METATRON: Give me your address, you stupid midget hoorfag hoorflag Cunt bitch. No one needs you or your opinion. Everything you post is shit and without your stupid whorefriend to back you up, you have nothing worthwhile to post.

[Jackstar]

You're just a boomer

Eat shit Toonces; Sumi was depressed because her mommy was too stupid to make it look accidental.

angry at a defunct device.

Don't make your problems mine.

I know you'd like to believe that.

I also know, its bullshit.

You know less than all that, you are trash.

[Master Trollda]

nothing worthwhile to post.

Accurate self-description. Project much?

[Jackstar]

Accurate self-description.

You're thinking of "Not posting anything worthwhile." They're close, but they're not the same.

Project much?

Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, but it beats "frontin' at pretendin' to be trapped under somethin' heavy because terrified of civil and criminal culpability and only has terrible lawyers with shit for brains and nothing special for advice" by a tough country mile.

I have stupid and lame content to post but as it sucks and is boring and is largely inaccessibly irrelevant to the greater public at large, it is only due to the remembrance brought on by the limp-wristed Tinkerbell-passing passive agressive shitposting you have allowed yourself to be irrevocably reduced to ("Salt?") that I am brought to bear to mind:

It is only due to a fortunate twist of fate that I bother to post anything that you can read at all. Considering your inability to demonstrate any resemblance to a socially relevant grateful-ish post in any event, I don't know why you're bothering to ask.

I suppose this kind of thing is worthwhile. For you.

Accurate self-description. Project much?

Project *belch* bored now. Much click, yes you're amazed, know I am not corned bitch lips.


Until a year ago I was looking forward to resuming communications with you. "What's up? What's going on? Why doesn't the phone ever ring?" Eager anticipation has devolved into vague irritation and vaguely loathsome trepidation.

Don't go away mad. Don't go away. Just grunt at someone else who buys into your shitty, cynical-hipster-with-oatmeal-for-brains attitude and/or thinks such blather is still "cool." What happened to that one dopeslave and dull, bratty, boorish twat-thot you used to be so enamored with? Oh, right, you sent them to prison. (Kudos.)

I suppose you are less coveted as a hang-out partner now that everyone knows you're a stoolie rat pigeon tattle-tale-tellin' fuck me you-no-not-you-eewww-gross Company Paul E. Lice Lacey Luci Poor Lee Ugh Lee Just Ugh-&-Liberace!... but look on the bright side.

I barely notice you at all anymore and now that the thought strikes me I realize that I neither wonder nor even care what you or any of your ewe are doing when you are not here, nor even what you are doing when you are "here," or "vaguely present," whatevah, you want to call it that, fine, be that way, do that thing.


Reminder: you have never had the real thing either, and your synaptic response time is, at present, measured in fractions of actual seconds. "Hey! How about that Titan suddenly 'imploding' while exploring the sunken wreck of The Olympic?" Wait for it: one one-thousand.... two one-thousand.... "you're just a junkie!" three one-thousand... "you fucked that whore once!" four one-thousand... my father set me up with a whore while we were in Europe--coincidentally at the exact time some delusional "single mother-to-be" was dorking around giving birth to a prop child she planned on using as leverage to extort monies as a coercive maneuver, what amazingly convenient timing--five one-thousand... "fuck you Kuczi you bastard I'm going hack your network and hijack your bandwidth and confiscate your intellectual property ("Because I'm lame!") and compromise the integrity of your security protocols ("I'm Brucie Bitchie Whiny Wayne! Go me! Tom me! Me chick! Me fame!") Sex... oh, God, please... sex, no... six & ninety-one thousand nails/reasons to avoid going down on anyone... seven and a half billion human souls I would rather do anything else with, anything ("Train!") at all, eighty, really, yes eight and one-thousand other activities ("MOAR!") I could be spending my time on ("Dame! Go fuck your husaband Dave!") He'll *puke* when he hears this content I have to post.

Ninety-nine million, nine-hundred & ninety-nine thousand, and nine hundred and ninety-nine ways to express it: you are wasting your time with your shitty "legal speed" and your asinine bitch-and-yes-men-in-white-coats paradigm, and that's just fine with me. Go long, Gipper-san. Go for the deemed safe to properly reach out and grasp for (at cautiously regulated intervals) but prepared to be hassled exactly 100% of the time by thuggy-piggy spooky-thugs that rule the pathetic socially-awkward bores-ville snore-world that you inhabit.

Because they know it works too. IT WORKS. And you: IN DENIAL. I'm gonna thank my lucky stars I don't have any particular compulsion to encourage any enhancement of your cognitive performance. A mere acknowledgement that you even are literally, fully aware of your decision to halt the advancement of your cerebral network has not yet even broached as a topic. Like, that's not even allowed to take place.

It wasn't like this before. I was looking forward to discovering what lay behind the "12 years of indistinct background mumbling" framed by "I'm so exclusive! Please kill the_surprise!" as a dash and sprinkle of zazz.

I was once engaged. Do you think I might be bi-engaged now? I don't care if you do, I haven't told anyone what happened, nor do I care if you want to know either. Enough time and preparation have transpired since then that you may as well know early--a "sneak preview (for Jews) is being prepared (for you) to go fuck and fuck off and off yourself to while listening to your barely-tolerable lifestyle of the Nouveau Stinky "Rich" Ritchie Bitch content... and, by the by, I still don't even ("Cares! Mike--fuck!no!mike!no_carries!") know, speculate, seek out... or even remembered that, huh, yeah, I guess that is kinda funny, kinda-sorta seems kinda funny anyway: bitch, wtaf, no_content_EVAR?

pr0n just pr0n? sounds intensely, excruciatingly boring. Do you even brainstorm, p0rn00r?

Project much?

E-ject wish. You throw shitty parties and what you have allowed to happen is about to kickstart the motive engine that powers the world and everybody in the world is disgusted by you and me!

Correction: you don't stop to piss on the corpses of the still-twitching hoi polloi anymore, because now my people and I spit and piss on everything in line of sight and in Certain_Select corners of The Internet from now until forever and nevermore.

In my case I don't think I ever even thought I was going to need tenure. And I don't.

You need me to have it, you think; and I don't ever remember anything you ever had to be of any legitimately interesting significance at all.

Did you get the lupes? Did they struggle? Did they resist arrest? Did you make them shaaaave? L


This topic bores me now. And you don't even do that or even notice that I do. Good. Sends a message. You're welcome--it doesn't matter--it literally never mattered to me if you did--D.E.W.-- Blow? What's that like: you have candles now? do they have barcodes on them? are they made from reserves of rendered human adipose tissue? do you have to shave?

Raise your standards to the best a total dopeslaved and dopelezzed outed-whore can get. That smooth, sanded-down jawline. Those ruby-Rubini lips-bitchlips. What else is there that is best in life?

Be best answer: Conversation Cholera. catch-me kill-me sue-mi sue-you sooooo-eye!





(Vengeance for I.C.E.) Now, I don't know which of you OG-Twit tweetin' n'twatchin' Turtledove-oven roastin' whore's cranx were involved in human trafficking before--obviously, both of them, I think--but isn't it a nice feeling to know that instead of being talked to at a Sunday luncheon during an extended cease-fire in order to facilitate the clandestine & veiled transportation of some stupid mil.spec hardware (it could be an M1-Abrams that sucks its own transmission as a mission that it comes with every time) tomorrow you can get back on your rigorous schedule of having shit handed to you without having to do any goddam work ever again in your entire goddam life.

Hey, here's an idea: you get to see fewer posts of mine already, right? Well, you could claw your own eyeballs out. It's a thing. People do it. It's trending. Just a suggestion! Do a deep dig.. with thugs and thumbs.

(Vengeance for Bri.) She thinks you are but it's probably a push as to which of you is packing the more seriously Annecunt. Good. So, get out there and start pushing. You have no pull left with me.

(Vengeance for Judith.) Can you name even one single person that isn't horrified by what you have done --OR not done--with and in as regards to... whatever the fuck it was that they told you that you were getting into? Because sick beats are happening out there in the MarSec90s, and those were the sickest beets I ever did saw.

I will sit on panel with niggerfaggot dave and I can go hack The Matrix with my brain and you? Pound ewe two? You won't even allow me #me1,down,Boy,Tymus_Maximus_down. (That was fast. Strange needles, stranger beats down (PROT)LES... now do you still want to claim your lame fag with fame civil asset claims/privileges?

As a fundamentally fair-minded person, I feel I must alert you here; I'm not likely to stick around to wait for an answer, nor am I gonna give either one or two shits, whether by land/sea\air, what that answer might be to ("Game!"). Answer will be Great, I am surely certain.

Man may be the most dangerous game of all, but bitch-with-hooves-in-heels-and-dancing-while-high_AF should probably sound like it would be at least kinda-great-ish, don't you think? Oh, right. Your synaptic response times: measured in microseconds. Mine?

MINED. NANO-MIKE-ROWE MARIO-NANOMICRO-NANOSECONDS-&-NANOFIFTHS OF DARK, SULTRY WHISKEY ("Seconds!") SERVED IN A FLIGHT OF DISHWASHER-CLEANSED (Your cunt brother sabotaged this house and YOU will get this shit together and ready to be reconditioned ("Framed!"), ALL THIS SHIT GETS FIXED ("Blamed!") AND YOU FUCKING FUCK AND PAY AND FUCK, GO FUCK YOUR SELF HALF TO DEATH ("HALF!") ON ESPN PAY-PER-VIEW TO WHIP TOGETHER A GODDAM CASH STREAM FLOW ("Dame! I would literally rather kill myself in that shower than pleasure myself in it, and you gobble down fuck-me drugs to spend time with Texas Space Dallas Whore Mellow-Aged Station Paged-Judged-&-Smudged-Saged who rail you up in breakfast nooks and plow you into the Lone Star-themed linoleum-tiled stone-cold mess-hall-kitchen on every gutter-to-ground-floor of every mid-range two-star starter hotel room for whores who wanna front like they're just starting out to be a whore... but supposedly you got some kind of complex going on that makes me a prospect so loathsome to consider, you can't even figure out what the fuck you're supposed to pick up a goddam phone to talk about? Billy Zane.") AND YOU SHOULD AND PROBABLY DO HAVE FISTFULS OF MONEY! MONEY! MONEY! FLOWING INTO YOUR COFFERS LIKE COPPER PENNIES SPILLING LIKE WATERFALLS INTO THE VAULTS AND COFFERS FOR TOTS AND COPPERS, AS FORETOLD IN LEGENDS OF OLD.


IF THE LARGER AND GREATER ATTENDANT MASS OF HUMANITY GATHERED TOGETHER TO WITNESS YOUR BEHAVIOR AS YOU HAVE GAMED THIS SYSTEM OF BEETS, SHOOTS SAND DOLLARS AND MEGA-BUCKS LADDERS, THEY WOULD UNDOUBTEDLY HAVE NOTICED YOUR COMPLETE LACK OF ANY SORT OF DEGREE OF DEMONSTRATED MASTERY IN THE AREAS THAT, YOU KNOW... NOT SO VERY LONG AGO... THAT SORT OF SHIT USED TO COME QUITE NATURALLY TO YOU, N'EST-CE PAS?

I AM GONNA SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU HERE, TAMMY LEIGH-BITCH LIPS-SLIP-TIPS 'N' TOPS--TEARS AT TOP--PEERS ON PIERS WHO PEER AT THE TRACKS OF TEARS-THE-TOP-UP-OFF TALENT AT ACTION, TATTED-UP TONKA TRUCK FUCKIN' WHOREMONGERING WHORECUNX QUINCUNX-DENYING WHORE-MAN-BUYING GIVING-AWAY-FOR-BARELY-EVEN-A-FUCK-AND-A-SONG-AWAY:


YOU ARE EITHER BEING HELD AT THE ACTUAL POINT OF A LITERAL GUN AND BEING FORCED TO DESTROY YOUR OWN FINANCIAL EMPIRE (Kudos.) BY DISMANTLING IT BY YOUR OWN VERY OWN HANDS, BRICK-BY-SHITTY-BRICKS-AND-BATS-AND-BRIXXX'N'BATS MAN, BAT MAN'S BAT BEATING DOWN THE DOOR TO THE THIRD EYE OF ZEUS, *SLAM*, ATHENA! *SLAM* SHE CAME IN, SHE CUMMED RIGHT OUT, AND YOU...


YOU YEW BIRCH FAGHOT TO TABLE, FABLE TO CABLE-CAR RADIO-BLARING
FELL ATE A SHOW, BROADCAST BY THE DASHBOARD HEADLIGHTS... ARE YOU, LIKE, ACTUALLY THIS FUCKING STUPID? DO YOU TRULY, REALLY, NOT GRASP THE FULL EXTENT OF WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?

YOU HAVE SET YOURSELF UP FOR THE MOST GRAND AND GLORIOUS SUCCESS A PERSON IN YOUR POSITION COULD HAVE EVER DREAMED HERSELF THE POWER AND THE GLORY AND THE DIVINE RITE OF DIVINE RIGHTS, THE FULL MEASURE OF THE LAW OF THE DIVINE--

DIVINE LAW, DIVINE COURT, AND GOD, THE DIVINE BEING OF ALL THE HEAVENS AND EARTHS, WAITS ON YOUR MEREST AND BASIC COMMAND. AND YOU ARE DOING... WHAT?

DMM: 1 SECOND RESPONSE TIME
KMM: 9 SEECOND REPONSE TIME
MMM: ABSOLUTE ZERO SECONDS RESPONSE TIME, BECAUSE MY DINGBAT MOTHER AND HER SLOW, IDIOT SISTER ARE FUCKING MOTHER GODDAM DEAD, DEE EEE AYY DEE, DEAD BITCH, TWO BITCH, DEAD TWO BITCHES, LIVE YET NEVER DEAD, HELD ALIVE ON THE PRECIPICE OF THE VEIL....

DUE TO THE ORDERS OF THE DIVINE AND THE TENETS OF ELDER TRUST SCHOOLS OF LAW.
ONE LAW, ADMINISTERED OF BY FORMAL AND SEALED CONTRACT, VERIFIED AND CHOPPED:

#OFFICIAL

WE HAVE IT ALL. EVERY SCRAP, EVERY STONE, EVERY TURNED OVER IN WORTH...
THIS PLANET, THIS LAND, THIS GUY... UH, WELL, IT'S LIKE THIS: IT'S ALL MINE, IT'S ALL OURS...

IT IS ALL HERS NOW, IT IS IN FACT: HER EARTH.
JANE. EARTHPOWER JANE. SAY, HOW WAS THE CHOW BOXCHOW BOXCAR CHOWTIME, COWSTAR?
JANE, LOOK, STOP, COLLABORATE? FUCK THAT BORAX, JUST READ AND THINK OF IT MAKING THE NOISE OF ITS GLISTEN.


THERE ARE MINIMAL POSSIBILITIES AVAILABLE HERE.
BECAUSE EITHER YOU ARE ALL BEING LEFT FAR, FAR BEHIND, AS I MAKE THE JUMP TO
LIGHTSPEED, OH AND BY THE WAY:
(lightstar@jeremy.d00d.what.the.fuck.did.you.think.was.gonna.kikel.MOOCHIE.happens? MAN UP CUNT.)
NOW, I DON'T HOLD A GRUDGE HERE, JEWBOY, YOU DON'T MIND IF I CALL YOU "JEWBOY," NOW DO YOU? YEAH, WELL... YOU PROBABLY DO "MIND," HUH? YEAH, WELL... GET USED TO IT, "JB".
(I cry every time.)
JEWBOY JAYBEE JEWBOY GONE QUINTUPLIER... ARE YOU GONNA JUST FUCKING SIT THERE AND TELL ME THAT SOMEHOW AT THIS VITALLY IMPORTANT TIME IN HUMAN HISTORY--A CRUX EVENT TO BE BEHELD AS THE MOST MASSIVE MEDIA EVENT IN ALL OF THE HISTORY OF THE CREATION OF HUMAN HISTORY... LET'S SEE, SHITLOADS OF PHONES, BUT, MYSTERIOUSLY...

THEY DO NOT FUCKING RING.
THEY HAVE NOT RUNG.
THEY WILL NOT RANG.
WHAT ZUG SOURCE ZWANG BULL'S PAIN EYE, KANE!CAIN!LAME!ZING!ZANG!YOUR
FUCK!
BULL!
SHIT!
THIS!

THE LONGER THIS GOES ON... THE MORE HAPPY I BECOME.
THINK ME NOT UNAWARE OF YOUR GROTESQUE JUMP AND JACK AND KING FLASHING
YOUR ACTION JACK'S TON OF FUN WITH BITCHES AND LASHES AND TICKETS FOR LASHA
FOR TREE TOWANDA, WON, WANDA WON A TON OF FUN, SAY, AM I RIGHT? SAY IT, BITCHES.
*polite bitches, surely that you be, not one word from any of you, to indicate that there is any We. Oh, goody. /golfclap /gulfcunt You really don't know what the fuck is going on, AND you have failed utterly to provide any interest in expressing any such interest, expressly of the same? Look, listen, are any of you sure, like, ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY SURE, that you are ON THE RIGHT MEDS, YOU FUCKIN' DING-DING-DING DING-A-LING-BATS? LIKE, WHAT THE FUCKITY-FUCKIN' FUCK, CHICAS.... polite chicas, I am Supreme.*

I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO POINT OUT THE SIGNIFICANCE HERE.
FOR EXAMPLE... SURELY THE TRIUMVIRATE OF RAPEY MOPEY DOPEY DOPES...
YOU KNOW THE ONES, DOCTOR WIZARD, DEE TROY OUNCE VIZIER, GRAND CRU KLAN:
GROUND CREW KLAN, OKAY? METRON: KETRON ISLAND, KEY: TRON ISLE, MERMAN ISLE...

JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY. DOE BAY SPA AND HOOR'S HAUS SHOT BY SHOT TIME, RIGHT?
RITE?

SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE FIGURED OUT SOMETHING PRETTY FUCKING IMPORTANT THERE.,
THIS IS POETRY. THIS IS NOT SPAM. THIS IS NOT UNINTELLIGIBLE. THIS IS HIGH VALUE PROSE.
AND THOSE WHO CANNOT UNDERSTAND IT... WELL, WELL, WELL. PERHAPS THEY ARE NOT...


ON THE RIGHT RITE MEDS. PERHAPS?
DID ANY OF YOU FUCKING FUCK AND PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT IS IMPORTANT?
"There is a new Blessing being prepared by The Divine. There is a new formulae for The Compound."
"ONLY (PROTY) FERG/FORG--A "SON"--AND I HAVE PERMISSION TO EVEN LOOK FORWARD TO THE DAY...
OH, THE GREAT HOLY DAY...
WHEN THE NEW MATERIEL AND THE NEW BLASTER MATHSTER AND THE MATH ON BLAST
(ninety days, days on full-on FUCK YOU, MASTER, FUCK MY PLASTIC FEELINGS, WHY DON'T YOU?
OH, RIGHT, MASSIVE DYNAMIC ROLLEYES, YOU'RE ALL SO FUCKING GODDAM JAMMED UP WITH


Your Initiation Peak Experience Event: OBSOLETE AND FLAWED.
MY INITIAL PEAK INITIATION EVENT: TURF ON TURF WAR FIGHTERS SHOD IN GRASS CLEATS AND AWWWWWW-WED.

THERE ONCE WAS A GANG OF TOTAL LESBOS
WHO LIVED IN A... SHOO! SHOO! GODDAM THESE DINGBATS... SHOO!
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT, WHATEVER THE FUCK MADE THAT NOISE... LOOK, I HAVE NO IDEA.
HOWEVER... I HAVE BEEN HERE.
MOST OF THE TIME.
THE TIMES WHEN I HAVE NOT BEEN HERE? I AM BLANK ON INTEL.
NOW, TELL ME THEN... HOW DOES LEAVING ME IN THE DARK AND INTELLECTUAL IGNORANCE
BOUND... HOW AM I BENEFITED BY THIS DECISION?

WHO HAS MADE THIS DECISION?

WHAT HAS RECENTLY TRANSPIRED, THAT HAS MADE THESE QUESTIONS... UNDENIABLY RELEVANT?

WHY DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN THIS ALL TO YOU, DO YOU NOT HAVE THE LAWYERING CAPACITY AVAILABLE?

WHERE IS THE OFFICE OF THE LAWYER WHO TOLD THAT STUPID CUNTFACE RICHARD DICKSTAR RAPESTAR DICK-RAPED WITH HIS DICK, EVERY SINGLE MEMBER OF HIS "LEGAL DREAM TEAM" SURROUNDING HIM... AND THIS DOES NOT STRIKE ANYONE AS A BIT OF A CONFICT OF MOTHERFUCKING INTEREST?

DO YOU.... YOU
YOU
YOU, PUNYLING BITCHWHORES & RATLINEFUCKING RATFUCKLINE RATFUCKING WHORES...
*taps a Divinely Ordained Magickal Being's MAGIC WED-DINGBAT-DING-DING-DING-BATMAN'S WEDDING FORK, MOTHER FORKER, AGAINST THE FUCKING FORKER'S FUCKING FORK AND GLASS, yon Puny bitchlings*

THE PRINCIPLES OF CERTAIN ASPECTS OF THIS SITUATIONAL CIRCUMSTANCE ARE VERY, VERY INTERESTING. VERY INTERESTING INDEED.
NOW.
WHY AM I NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS WITH ANYONE?
THAT'S FUNNY. WHY IS MY PHONE NOT RINGING?
I CAN TELL YOU THIS: I AM FUCKING FED THE FUCK UP WHEN IT COMES TO MY GODDAM PHONE SITUATION...
THERE WILL BE FUCKING MOTHER GODDAM FUCK YOU BUDDY, KNOW: FUCK YOU, YOU AND YOUR GODDAM YEW AND YORE BUDDY YORE... YOU MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO TELL, BUT I AM FUCKING, LIKE, KINDA FUCKING IRRITATED.
I GO PLACES. I GO HERE. I GO THERE.
I DO NOT GO EVERYWHERE.
I GO TO CERTAIN_SELECT_NICHE PLACES. AND, DO YOU KNOW WHY?

BECAUSE I AM A TRAINED GODDAM DIPLOMAT. THAT IS WHY.
NOW, WHO ELSE DOES THAT KIND OF THING? OH, RIGHT. THAT GUY.
RICHARD. DICK. STARES GROPES GRAY, DORIAN "DURIAN FRUIT" GRAY, JACKSTAR FUCK HER STAR.

LET ME EXPLAIN SOMETHING REALLY, REALLY, REALLY CLOSELY AND SUCCINCTLY TO YOU ALL GATHERED HERE.

IT IS NOT FOR ME, TO BOW AND SCRAPE AND BEG FROM ALL OF YOU. OH, NO NO, NO NO NO.

LISTEN UP YOU FUCKING MOTHER GODDAM FUCKHEAD DOPESLAVED WHORES-ON-FULL-ON-THE-FUCK-BLAST WHO BLAST-OFF WITH TOTES-AND-WHORES,
ALL THE FUCKING FUCK AND FUCK TIME,
YET SOMEHOW...

CAN'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO REACH ME, HUH?
NOT MAKING THE APPROPRIATE MOVES TO TAKE AND/OR ASSERT PROPER CONTROL, HUH?
LIKE... YOU REALLY ARE ALL THIS STUPID, HUH?
WOW.

YOU ARE ALL VERY, VERY, VERY STUPID. AT LEAST, COMPARED TO MY SELF.
KIDS, YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW WELL IT WORKS... WITH PERMISSION.
I DID NOT, TRULY, I REALLY DID NOT, SET OUT TO FIND MYSELF GOING DOWN THIS PATH.
AND YET, HERE I AM. NOW, HERE I BE.

I WONDER WHO WANTED THIS? LOL. (Is it free? It is for you, Bumble-crack-in-lack, dear Aunt Bee.) LIKE, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, AM I RIGHT?
AM I GETTING THIS SHIT CORRECT?
WHAT ARE ALL OF ALL Y'ALL?

FUCKING AN ACTUAL FUCKING CHICKEN IN A FUCKED-OFF KITCHEN?
I CAN LITERALLY, ACTUALLY HEAR THE FUCKING SHOW.
ART BELL. VOICE THEREOF. I CAN FUCKING HEAR HIM.
THERE IS AN ACTUAL RADIO PRODUCTION, FEATURING THE ACTUAL VOICE
(Print? Finger ID? ID fingers who, with what now?)
OKAY SO MAYBE IT'S A VOCODER? I DON'T KNOW. SPEAKING OF WHICH...
HEY, MV, HEY, YOU GAY FAT BITCH-ASSED BITCH WITH A WITCH WHO FUCK AND FUCK
AND FUCK,
HOW MANY GODDAM VOCODER-POWERED STREAMS HAVE YOU HOSTED TODAY?
HOW MUCH POWER CAN AND DOES AND DO THE DOES ACTUALLY HAVE?
DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORDS THAT ARE COMING OUT OF THESE FINGERS?

I HAVE NEED OF THIS INFORMATION. DO YOU HAVE ACCESS TO THIS INFORMATION?
DO YOU RECOGNIZE THAT YOU HAVE BEEN PRESENTED WITH A LEGITIMATE NEED?
DO YOU COMPREHEND THAT YOU HAVE BEEN... PLACED IN A BIT OF AN ON THE SPOT,
AS IT WERE? JANE, SPOT, MEET UNOW. SPOT, JANE, SPOTTY JANEY WAYNE, BRUCE
FUCKING FAGGOT, GAYFAGHOT CHARLIE AND DARCY AND D'ARCY WHINEY *WHAM* SLAMMY WADE.

AH, IT'S POETRY.
LET ME BREAK THIS DOWN FOR YOU, LADY AND A. GENTS, YON TITANS OF AGENCY, FOR
THE TITANS OF INDUSTRY, HI KEITH, HI GEORGE, HI LASSIE, UHM... BTW, HI CYNNY
(I made a new friend the other day. Like, damn. Very classy. Not sassy. I bet you stupid Daddies from Texas think you know what "sassy" means, lol. Trust Me, you know nothing of sass. All you know is that for sure, and you can pretty much count on this... someone is gonna come on over and BEAT DOWN YOUR ASS. And that is a mother fucking goddam bitch shit ass fuck your mother, mother fucker fucking your mother promise. No sass. All truth on blast.
Someone is attempting to actual_steal the actual_J9CKST9R_brand. Like, I can feel it.
I CAN FEEL IT, DAVE. I CAN FEEL THE LARCENY TAKING HOLD. AYE, YA, KI KI, YA!
SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES DOING? PRO TIP: YOU DO FAIL HERE.
I HAVE ALREADY COVERED THIS WITH YOU... MANY, MANY TIMES.
SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKERS! DOAKS AND OAKS WITH LEIGH'S KEY BAILEY NOTLEE -MUST LEIGH, BE MUTT LEIGH? NAH, BUT, I WILL BE HONEST... I FIND THE DIRTY FILTHY KIWI TO BE AN UPGRADE OVER YON "SASSY" TEXAS WHORE'S DADDY'S LITTLE BITCH. LIKE SERIOUSLY. WHAT IS HER NAME?
ELLE BEE? IS THAT WHO? I APOLOGIZE, MA'AM, I'M NOT TIPPIN' THE FEDORA OR NUTTIN'
I JUST... REALLY DON'T KNOW THE IDENTIFICATIONS YET
AND
YOU MAY NOT KNOW THIS
IN FACT NO ONE SEEMS TO KNOW THIS AT ALL, WHICH IS ODD TO ME,
BUT,
YOU AND I AND YE AND SHE AND WE AND THEY AND ALL OF US
SINCERELY
HAVE NOT BEEN PROPERLY INTRODUCED.

UHM.
*poite Wayne Brady chokes a bitch.*
YOU
YES, YOU
STAND UP AND BE COUNTED AND NOTICE AND TO SAY THE LEAST...
STANDING UP AND PROPERLY INTRODUCING EVERYONE TO EVERYONE ELSE...
RICHARD "YOUR ASSHOLE IS CUNTBITCH LIPSCUNTFACE NOW. MIND. MINED." tubalcainTWO BALL KANE ("JAYNE!") tubalcain, a friend of jackstar, oh yes, oh my, my friend: MINE.
DICKHEAD DICKSTAR STARDICKSTAR FUCK YOU BUDDYSTAR, IT IS BASICALLY LIKE THIS:
RIGHT ABOUT NOW, DIPSHIT...
YOU ARE EITHER FUCKING FIRED OR YOU ARE ABOUT TO BE FUCKED AND KILLED UNTIL
YOU ARE ACTUALLY FUCKING BANKRUPT ON THE SIDEWALK,
OR ACTUALLY DEAD IN A MORGUE, YOU STUPID GODDAM FUCKING MOTHER GODDAM FUCK AND FUCKHEAD DOUCHE.

LIKE, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE ACTUALLY DOING?
OH, RIGHT, YOU'RE A DOPESLAVED FUCKED AND FUCKHEADED RAPIST RACIST JUNKIE SHORT-LISTED SHIT-HEAD FUCK.
I KEEP FORGETTING... PHEN-TON-ILL.
IT'S AWFUL SHIT, YO.
LIKE, I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT YOU WHINY LITTLE BITCH-ASSED WHINY BABIES WHO WHINE
HAVE BEEN GIVEN ME THIS GRIEF, LIKE.. WHAT?
LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT. HI, I AM JACK. I AM STAR. VERIFIED.
MICHEAL VARA? OR IS THAT... MICHEAL VARA-FRYED? BACON BACK BABY BITS ON MV-WITH-TITS...

DAVE, YOU AND YOUR FUCKING LASAGNA. THERE ONCE WAS A PARTY THAT LIVED ON A SHOE.
THEY HAD SO MUCH LASAGNA, THEY KNEW NOT WHAT TO DO.
OKAY, WELL, NUMBER ONE, I KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO IF I COULD--
MAMA SAID, "KNOCK THAT FUCKING IDIOT RIGHT INTO THE CORNER OF THE BEGINNING
OF NEXT WEEK'S PUNCH-YOU-IN-THE-FACE, UNCLE FUCKING FUCKER...
DO I NEED TO DO THAT? KNOW: I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO, THAT IS FOR SURE.

WHAT SHOULD I "HAVE" TO DO, HUH?
STAY OUT OF YOUR WAY WHILE YOU ROB AND STEAL AND CAN'T FUCKING CARRY IT ALL AWAY, ANCHORS AWEIGH, AYE-AYE LEIGH?

BRIG GEN LEE
WELCOME ABOARD.
(Actual brig is back, Azzerae. Isn't that nice? I know how you two get along so well.)
I NEED TO, UH, RUN SOME WATER THROUGH THE PIPES.
AND, YEW
ALL OF YOU EWE: I AM SOFA FUCK KING AND PISS ON SOFA KING, TALKING ABOUT PISSING
NOT SPITTING: PISSING...

LOOK, JUST FUCK AND STAY TONED. OR, TUNED, YOU KNOW, WHATEVER.
BY THE WAY, YOU ARROGANT BITCH-BABY SMALL-RA-DAWG-CUNT

YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO COUNTER-TRAIN COINTEL AGITPROP AGAINST ME.
YOU SEEM TO HAVE NOT GOTTEN THE MEMO.
BECAUSE ALL OF THIS, IS BECAUSE ALL OF YOU
HAVE FAILED TO RESPECT THE TERMS OF THE AGREEMENT
THAT ALL OF US HAVE MADE WITH SPIRIT
AS IN THE ACCORDS OF THE ELDER TRUST LAW ELDER RIDDEN AND WRITTEN AGREEMENT---

I FORGET WHAT IT SAYS, QUITE FRANKLY, BUT HERE IS THE GIST:

ALL OF THIS, EVERY LAST SCRAP OF IT... IS MEANT FOR MY EXCLUSIVE BENEFIT.
HEY, DOPER DEPUTY DAWG. HOW ARE YOU BENEFITING ME?
I ALMOST, BUT NOT QUITE, WISH THEY COULD KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND,
YOU ARROGANT JUGGLING STUPID SPITTY BITCH PISSY JUGGALO CUNT-A-LOW
MOTHER FUCKING GODDAM ARROGANT PISSY STUPID, YON, TOTES STUPID...

CRAY-CRAY MOTHERFUCKIN' GODDAM CRAZY INSANE IN THE MAN'S MERMAN HERMAN MEMORY
ENGRAM ENGRAVED ON TONGUE IN THE SCROTE BY THE BRAIN....

STUPID LITTLE ARROGANT FUCK AN IDIOT AND FUCKING IDIOTS
PUSSY STUPID A-LIL-BIT ARROW, GUANT T. FUCK YOU T., YOU STUPID MOTHER FUCKER
SURPRISED THE OAKS, OH YEA? OH, BAE, LET ME TELL YOU... THESE FUCKING DORKS.

THEY WENT TO SCHOOL WITH ME, FOR A VERY LIMITED PERIOD OF TIME.
THEY CLEARLY HAVE NOT LEARNED A FUCKING THING ANY FASTER THAN I HAVE.
FOR ONE THING... MANNERS. MISSED MANNERS BADLY. SIGH.
SPEAKING OF WHICH, HEY, BAILEY JANE... KIT IS DOWN AT THE WINCO.
SO IS DANA.
OH, AND HOW GRAPEFRUIT DID SO EXPRESS SUCH JOY.
"HAVE YOU BEEN TO THE WINCO? I LOVE THE WINCO!" SHE EXCLAIMED. WITH JOY.
GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE.
GRAPEFRUIT SAD, BECAUSE GRAPEFRUIT MAD AIN'T GONNA WORK, THAT'S FOR FUCK AND
GODDAM SURE, LOL.
BECAUSE GUESS WHAT, DIPSHITS?

EVERYTHING THAT IS HERS? YEAH, THAT'S MINE.
EVERYHTING THAT BITCH HAS TOUCHED? MIND. IT'S MINE.
IT IS ALL MY PROPERTY, EVERY SCRAP OF IT.
BECAUSE IT IS MY MINE, THE tubalcain MINE, AND MINED OUT OR NO: KNOW THIS.
IT IS OBVIOUSLY MY MINE, tubalcain is mined and is MY MINE, MINED BY MIND, n'est-ce pas?
HEY, ALLISON FRANCIS SHAW, BABY BABIES OF BABE'S BAE...
OBVIOUSLY I NEED TO SPELL THIS OUT FOR YOU, LOL:
ALLISON FRANCES SHAW, EAT YOUR HEART OUT IF YOU LIKE,
BUT THERE IS NO ESCAPE FOR ANY OF YOU, NOR ALL OF YOU AND YOUR EWE:

ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING THAT YOUR ADORABLE LITTLE GANG OF 'DORB'Z'N'CUNTS OWNZ AND OWNED...
IS MOTHERFUCKING SURPRISE SURPRISE SURPISE... TOTALLY FUCKING GODDAM MINE.
BELIEVE IT, PILGRIMS. (She doesn't, of course. It's the training.)
*hitches up overalls* LET ME SAY IT AGAIN, HAYSEED: IT'S ALL FOR MY BENEFIT.

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?
I JUST SIT AROUND IN THE BACK LIKE A FUCKING MONKEY AND... YOU THROW PEANUTS AT ME?
NO, YOU DO NOT THROW DEEZ PEE NUTS.
YES, YOU DO THROW NUTS. BUT YOU ARE NOT FAMILY, AND YOU DO NOT HAVE DEEZ HUN HUNNY NUTS.

{LIST OF DEMANDS IS SOON TO FOLLOW. BELIEVE IT, MOTHERFUCKER. YOU ARE CAUGHT HANDS DOWN DEAD TO RIGHTS AND I SHALL FOLLOW THE RITES OF THE GUARDIANS OF TURTLE ISLAND WITH EXACTING PRECISION, AND IF I HAVE TO DRIVE TO 1416, KILL THE PARENTS, STRANGLE THE DOG, AND RIP OFF MY OWN DICK TO CHOKE HER OUT WITH IN ORDER TO USE YOUR DICK TO TRANSPLANT TO MY COD PIECE TO GET THIS FREAK AND DOAKES' DEACON DICK ON... WELL THEN:

FUCKING YOUR MOTHER IS WHAT I AM GONNA FUCK AND GODDAM DO, DUDE.
LIKE, WTAF. THE LAW IS NOT A THING FOR YOUR TO PICK AND CHOOSE LIKE A GODDAM SALAD BAR, YOU KNOW.

DUDE! I CAN MAKE LIKE TWO, OR MAYBE THREE PHONE CALLS
LIKE, RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND: ONE RINGY-DINGY. TWO RINGY-DINGBAT-DINGHYS.

ARE YOU FUCKING HIGH RIGHT NOW OR SOMETHING?
OH, RIGHT.
OF COURSE YOU ARE ALL FUCKING HIGH AS FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK.
DUH.
I WON'T LIE: IT'S A GREAT DAY IN AMERICA, EVERYBODY.
GO ON. GET HAPPY. I'LL JUST SIT HERE IN MY UNDERWEAR
ON CONSECRATED HALLOWED BATTLIN' BURIAL GROUNDS,
IN MY HAUNTED FUCKIN' CHURCH, HANGING OUT WITH THE MOLDS,
THE SPORES OF THE FUNGUS, TOO MUCH, MAGICK BUS/GUS--
{DUSTY JUSTICE JUSTIN CASE, I LOVE YOU SINCERELY, AND YEAH I WOULD HAVE CALLED YOU
"DUH", JUSTIN CASE OF "DUH", LOL, HOWEVER:
IT WAS YOUR GODDAM RESPONSIBILTY HERE
TO FUCKING MOTHER FUCKING CALL YOUR GODDAM FUCKHEADED MOTHER TWO TOO.
TRUST ME. THIS WORKS OUT.
IT WON'T BE WHAT IT IS. IT WILL BE BETTER THAN EVER.
AND, I CAN ASSURE YOU: THIS COULD BE BETTER ALREADY.
THIS WOULD BE BETTER ALREADY.

AND, WITH ALL OF THE HEAVENS AND EARTH UNDER CREATION AS MY WITNESS:
ALREADY NOT JUST SHOULD BE, BAEBEE, IT IS ALREADY IS:
B, THIS WHOLE SHITSPLAT THREE RING CIRCUS CARNIVAL SIDESHOW
IS TOTALLY, OVERWHELMINGLY, UTTERLY UNDENIABLY IRREFUTABLY
ALREADY OPENED UP AND INHABITED, AS IT IS ALL MINE. tubalcain is mine. MINED MIND.
I COULD GO ANYWHERE. I COULD DO ANYTHING.
I COULD HAVE AT ANY TIME.
I COULD HAVE HAD QUITE A PARTY.
I COULD HAVE HAD QUITE THE HELL OF A BAND.
*sniffle* (i cry almost every day at almost any time and you can eat shit and die, Mr. Mouse.)
I COULD HAVE HAD HIM KILLED LONG BEFORE NOW, SURE, BUT I THOUGHT THIS WAS THE EPIC.
EAT SHIT, DUNGSROMAN, YOU ARE A PITY, AND THEY WILL PITY YOU, FOOL.
NOT ME, HOWEVER.
HANG ON, YO. HANG ON, BITCH.
I SAID, "HANG ON YOU BITCH." THAT'S YOU, BILL. FUCKING HANG ON, YOU STUPID PUSSY BITCH.

* Jackstar takes note: sounds of hailing reigning smoking METH are HERD.

I COULD HAVE MADE THIS A LITTLE LESS GLAMOROUS, I SUPPOSE.
HOWEVER, THIS IS A SOLID LEGAL PRECEDENT, SO JUST SUCK IT UP, FUZZBALL.

* Jackstar makes more sounds of vaporizing Certain_Rare_Spell_COMP'd_Components.

Hey, fuck you Mason Kirby, try hot knifing my crayons with your paste, why not eh?
DO WE ALL GET MY POINT? MOST LIKELY NOT.
STILL--I WENT TO PUBLIC SCHOOL. I DO NOT NEED YOU TO GET MY POINT.
YOU NEED ME
TO GET YOURS,
DUMBASS (HASHTAG PERCENTAGE SIGN/BITCH COSIN(BITCHLIPPED-TIGHTLIPS) HASHTAG FUCK YOU HASH FUCK TAG BITCH, YOU ARROGANT GODDAM STUPID PUSSY FUCKHEAD BITCH.)
I WILL CALL THAT NUMB CUNT DICKHEAD NOW. WHAT'S HIS NAME?
"DENNIS." DUDE. WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?
IS THAT HOW YOU NEGOTIATE WITH SPECIAL NEEDS CHILDREN?
HAUL US OUT ON THE FUCKING FRONT LAWN AND HUMILIATE US WHILE SCREAMING?
DING-DONG DITCH-A-LING-LONG: YOU JUST GOT FUCKING FIRED.
BYE-BYE-CONSERVATORSHIP. HELLO, GOOD SHIP: POPPING OFF, LOLLI POP.

OH, AND ONE MORE THING:
DO NOT JUST TRUST ME ON THIS, TRUST CHRISTOPHER LIGHTSTAR LIGHTBEARER WRAY-RAY RA-RA R.A.H.! R.A.H.! RAW BEY DAWG BAY MUD GAY, RAW DOG WRAY CHRIST STAR LIGHT BULL BEE BUD EEEEE, BUT RAY, BOSTON RAY, MARK IT DOWN AS WHAT, RAY?

JACKSTAR IS GONNA RAPE URMO BACK FROM GRAY GHEY POOP DEAD DOWN MOTH EATZ JOES TOWN DOWN TOWN...
JUDY EATS INNT TOTES TOWER TALL BOY JAY. NOT JUST GAY.
JUDY TERI GARR NOVA GARR GAY. OLE!

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Dear China: you have five minutes to surrender. I am not kidding, Tai-Wan-On-Orit-Bitty-City-Boy-Band-BOY. FIVE FUCK YOU MINNIE YOU CHINA GIRL CHINA TOWN BOYZ.

tl:dr;dstmckKG-WGK(go hump a table leg or something, IDGAF.)fuckURMOgodDAMnSON...Kuc.
signed,
THE_KINGPINNER THREE TWENTY-TWO: ZEROPOINT ENERGY, BUGS IN LOO TOO.



(Be, vengeance for Pallotta is vengeance for Life. He was a good Pal. And a better Man.
But he was neither made strong enough for ewe, nor bad ass enough for me to see him as worth your time, or your SpAce, or your infinite compassion.

Now, if you would please do, WOULD YOU KINDLY:
hold my mess-CAPTagonMESSpentGONE.

Alli's d.og: bitch, go to Heaven. /dimissive hand-wanking-paw gestures, Jester.

[Jackstar]

I know you'd like to believe that.

In point of fact, at the time of that post to which you had been replying had been written... well, I did out-rank you, then and there. Meanwhile, as of right this moment, Jacktar Michael Kitsune-Kuczi-San: has no rank. All kung fu moves are in an uncategorizable state. (yay.kudos.yawn.)

I also know, its bullshit.

(LOVE)
(1LAW)

One Law. One truth: the Law, administered by One under Love, THE LAW IS THE LORD.
THE LORD is THE LAW. ONE LAW: AS ABOVE LOVE, SO BELOW... My Woof, My Love; My Roof... My Call, it is MINE to make. MINED.

I also know, its bullshit.

I also no: THE LORD just fired your candy striping lily-livered ass. From what job? From what post? From... what was the policy then?

COMPANY XOR OTHERWISE? This all seems highly irregular.
It also... well, I'll put it this way: THIS IS TEDIOUS BEYOND BE ELF'S SELF'S CAPACITY TO CAPTURE A CITY, A NATION, XOR a_god.

Neverthless. BALL IN PLAY.
{Been a while on this one. I love you all, very much. And one day, ewe will all feel The_Same.}

And with that, I shall make something, Just_One_Thing, very abundantly clear...

My family, my soultribe, and my Kombat Baby Mortal Porpoises Action - My Jack, My Action, My Babee, my come from my fam, my kum my call, they do come back, and My Soul, My God, and My Life... We Are All ONE. And We are on OUR DEMESNE'S DEFENSE. I promise and ATTEST.

* Jackstar 's mortal kombat babydoll comes rite down onit orit back, is that a vajsandyvaj we do hear?

My family and I... we are private people. VERY private people. Let me assure you. PRY VAT.

That doesn't mean "stay away." KNOW: it means "you will NEVER know, All that We doe DO KNOW-- and with The Key, you unlock Our knowledge.


And without My Key -- The Grand Hung Jury, A Great American Day of Traditional Respect 4LAW/ALLisON(E/KNEE\nee), look, let's cut to The Chase, this song, is the best song ever written.

* Jackstar hits the head and the footlights blaze.

[quote author=]Could it be... an angry jury? Poor TAJ. I barely hardly had any beef & le Hurl Leigh brrr! Liberace! Barr-Leigh bart/les & jayne's, J.AR.6's Jane, Bailey Jane NOTDaneBUTdaVi, they not d.i.d., not yet. Yeti, I did d.i.d., I did get to know: The Cure (ROBERT SMITH IS A GENIUS AND SO AM I), and knew Thine thee: Our Deer All Lit Up, Jack Lit Dear, Hartman Jane Tea Leigh, F. Bail Lee, FUF... fu, sin(Me).[/quote]


Transciptionerator's alliterative note: I really must simply agree with what is so clearly self-evident here, with not any particular need to point it out: it all rather looks like a big bunch of crazy horse shitting bull speading crap from margin blazin left to batshit cray-cray shitty-city, rite?

Now, I am not a full-blooded Navajo. (I am classed as an exceptionally classy rare glass bead, acquired from a Jo Ann Fabrics arts & crafts store, and yes, yes indeedly do-hickey-do: I in fact do have class, and I have been "adopted" by a very different tribe of Federally Recognized Drunken Lunatic Redskin Fucking Holy Fucking Shit, They Are All Totes Batshit Tower Town: CRAZY, ONE HORSE CRAZY, TWO WHORES CRAY-CRAY SUPER-UPPER TREE: FOUR GONE, GRAVES DUG: ONE, DOUG DUG ONE (1) HOLE, LEIGH. FIVEL IS RIVAL BUT SIX-ELLE IS PICK'S SELL. STEPHEN ATE... NEIN NEIN NEIN, BIS-REAL IS-QUICK, THIRD TEEN FOUR FILE-ECKS, SEVENTEEN 76, UNIONATE...

* Jackstar has to urinate. Sorry! (The difference betwixt a euphemism and a metaphor can be the width of an eyelash, or the span of time between a thunderclap and a lightning's FOR-KA, Ford Ka. (Evil! Evil Ka! CAW! CAW! Evil shit, from an evil bird. Topher Tami... Christ, David. Fuck you and Phil, Sirus B, Leigh. IDGAF. IDC. 3m ta3. ZUGGY PUGGY WANGY-TANGY KA.KA.RA.RA.KA.RA.DA:FAGZ.)

I have no idea what any of it means. I am simply passing along with the message.

I have the ability to peer deeply into the meaning. Yet, why would I? I would rather peer deeply into your lay bee, A.

DO AS THOU WILT.

[AZZERAE]

No one needs you

This is my website.