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[Jackstar]

This should cheer up everyone.

[Jackstar]

This should cheer up everyone.

It was actual. Didn't know it was coming. What am I supposed to do not have a girlfriend not get laid and not masturbate while sitting under 24/7 surveillance for the next 2 months are you out of your fucking mind I'm the most qualified person in the fucking history of the entire goddamn universe... And this is all your fault, (PROTINI). SO I'M GOING TO ASSUME THEY'RE NOT GOING TO HANG YOU.

YET.

[Jackstar]

I'M GOING TO ASSUME THEY'RE NOT GOING TO HANG YOU.

YET.

Well, I'm not technically taking his job, I'm going over his head and making sure that he keeps it so I can count him as an underling.

/flex



whispers:(*not to be trifled with...

[Jackstar]

whispers:(*not to be trifled with...

Yeah no one's allowed to talk to Me yet. Apparently Xiden keeps wetting his pants when they tell him that he should probably talk to me, since he's the President and all, and I'm... Well if I told you now, I'd have to start Us all over again. I don't think several people would be happy with that. (Although I gather their wives would all be.)

I suppose I really will publish some podcast debrief someday won't I? Yeah yeah, no I'm not on strike, I'm just a diva, f you


Imagine craving sex & drugs and just wanting to hear that one song you adore. Multiplied by everything, forever, motherfucker.

[Jackstar]

Imagine craving sex & drugs and just wanting to hear that one song you adore. Multiplied by everything, forever, motherfucker.

Yeah. uh...  I'm distracted. It's better than age 15, because I legitimately don't know if I wold want to do it iwth her in retrospect and I'm happy  Idon't feel creepy about just idly wondering once i na while. I'm getting pretty tired of accusing me of rape. She couldn't rape me. Can't rape the willing. Come on man. I dare you! I double dog dare you to rape me! IN THE FRICKIN' EARLOBE, TAKE ME NOW, DOMINANT ALPHA WOMAN!!!

(It really just flows out that easy. Maybe it's her perfume... maybe it's Maybelline. Or maybe it's that I can imagine those fuckin' pheromones that I still can't smell while I'm... wow.


Do you think she likes me too? I can't tell. I'm a stupid man. I literally thought she had just plain died. Yeah, very sad. John McAffee died instead. Works for me! roll around and rub my hands and arms all over her body and kiss her a billiontimes and smell her hair again and see if I can breathe.

Wow. This is really good weed. I gotta, like, do some cardio. (Too fucking bad I won't.) What, she I'm not ignored long enough... ignore me some more and THEN I'll be inspired? shrug. we'll see whose tits sag first. omg I haven't even looked at her chest yet. I'm too scared. I don't get to see her. they think I'm supposedly dangerous. she'd probably eat me alive, and oh, Thank God.

[Jackstar]

Oh yeah, I just remembered that Psychic Eval that happened last night. Not a psych eval, but an evalauation done through astral travel.

Someone wanted to know how I felt. So, I fucking told them. It seemed to work wonders.

Also, I successfully detected attempts by (PROT) and (PROT) to hypnotize me into agreeing to a breeding contract. Clever girls! Seriously, i wouldn't mind, if I had money, and if they would talk first, but they be Legit Mason, and I be Level Zero, so they're DNA bred to just sneer at me. They can't even answer the phone.

I thought about asking for an all day pass and thought about the advantages to having a mother in law legally barred from calling you.

That being said... they had time to be nice to me before. They were big meanies. Now they still big meanies. And I've had enough with Certain Groups.


I can't publish my podcast. They'd kill me. I'm too happy. They're too stupid. Full on outmaneuvered. I'd sound boastful.

a mere 18 days ago I got fed the fuck up after waiting SIX MONTHS in good faith. Now, look at where we are. I ripped through the fabric of reality like a hot knife through grapefruit. Oooh. Too soon? Well, I rescued all the cool ones, the ones that are left all fucked off and shit, I mean... the're just white public servants who have been screwing people over gleefully their whole lives... how much can I do? I'm not going to have sex with them. Eewewe.

I mean I would if it were here but I helped this one shine. Why not be happy? Those pics from dinner in November seemed happy. And I knew I was inusulated so I was happy, but I knew there was gonna be fallout.

And I wasn't happy with how happy I was that she was gonna get played. I mean, Bellgab. I warned her and she acted like she new shit. She did not.

She openly lied to my face after being warned not to. Doesn't get much more justified than that. And her sister tried to send texts frontin' that the bullshit police report had validity. Dear Grapesister: do you have any idea how much of a moron you look like? Your sister is suffering without me and your team is getting nothing. NOTHING.

Fine by me.

No, we don't have to play tummysticks LOL

exclusive elitist snooty overly-entitiled selfish misandristic arrogant oh god the list goes on

like you know -anything- beyond what your Controllers have told you. And yes, I would have loved to have done things together as a family, and your idiot cunt pet DEA schucks thought they knew better than me. Well then I guess your sister didn't agree.

Rules for thee, and for me, but I don't break mine and I show respect. btw, Ben has no excuse. You all enable him he's abusive and I caught him on my phone frontin' as a prostittute. Okay, number one, assignment, initatitive, or college credit? number two he is cute. number three, I should have been his best frined and your family doesn't know how to raise children. PERIOD.

I love you though! get the restraining orders on that fancy high-rag content paper, that way when I start rolling joints with it, there will be some oomph.

[Jackstar]

Yeah, maybe I should record my voice? I'm traumatized from before when that vile harpy insulted me deliberately.

It causes brain damage if allowed to progress.

I'm tired enough to not sweat the damage. And I don't mind reminding you all: you wasted my time way more than this. And I still beat you back. And still there's more coming.

More research data. I would like my 3rd channel back. And, no one cares? Shadowbanned is okay.

[Jackstar]

By the way, in case it's just you here... shit rolls downhill as we speak. Restless Natives restlessly increasing their restlessness. People know the rot spreads.

I gave a good contact what's-her-nuts' number: he can't even say if he wants to call it or not. This is anbjectly pathetic. You, all of you, by now, ought to know enough people who know better.

Long live The New Lizard Queen Administration. (Probably not real. Just liking the way it looks. Maybe. btw: the trump news is all a diversion and a distraction at this point, and you, you: you're all cantaloupes and artichokes. Congratulations, Gang: you earned those winning pants.)

I got a message and I don't know who it's from so I'm afraid--it might send me to jail. Traumatization: not just her. This breaks the cycle.




Tarot spreads for the last few days have been wild and chaotick. Not like you care. But its true: people feel things.

And I won't lie: I wanna see this on the news. Why not? You're all handsome looking enough. You have nothing to hide.

[Jackstar]

By the way, the way this Tarot shit on YouTube actually seems to funciton is fascinating shit. Seriously. I'm not sure why I'm not presenting all this well enough to get attention... oh, right, I'm not trying to get attention. I'm doing research.

Attention is for birds. I'm alone in a big house and not spending money while people are homeless, lonely and broke. And, there's me. Why?

Consider the following: you literally don't need to be this way, Sweetie. You don't enjoy it, and pushing it off on me... well, wind it up and set it down. It's the same thing without authenticity.

There's something to do wiht money going on. That's strange. Well, it's none of my business. I feel very satisfied with not being outraged. Money wouldn't help me any, but perhaps someone needs a breathing space. I don't know.

I'm just getting off hardcore on how DVR would blow up my phone with his smoke and mirrors when it was deemed good for him: oh but as soon as I ask a simple question.... shut it down, circle the wagons, haha. well. That's is goddam fucking funny.

Be of good cheer. I'm not making anything worse. THE ENTIRE WORLD IS TALKING ABOUT THIS FUCKUP. He'll never hide from what he needs to look at... and I'm actually perfectly totes normal.

They give this shit to jet pilots. "Toxic" isn't the word here. "Comic." That's me. However... the fucking bastard impersonating me, as well as other fucking bastards, are OFF THE RAILS. heh. Since I'm not trying to marry someone--what? we're friends. we don't have to talk. I have my own life. this will all blow over soon enough. and if somoene would like some kind of ASSESSMENT... well, we've had six months to do that. What you waiting for?

lol

Now listen: one time, I was watching this Tarot stream LIVE--and I called a Miller, and when I heard the phone on the YOUTUBE STREAM LIVE ring... at the same time, I knew it was gonna happen. Like, why wouldn't it be a spying thing? Of course. The whole time.

And I knew it before Space showed up. Baiting this whole scene has been an awareness of what can happened... and when A CERTAIN HUSBAND blew up my world, while I didn't know a lot of stuff, he opened the door to that coming back to him. And, it is.

I actually like and love all you people. And that dork that you're protecting and helping and feeling guilty over... he is on the hook for shit you wouldnt' believe.

I am revolted by his control drama hierarchy. And I look wild, huh? Most people aware of the situation are keenly aware of who has done what, and as for what can be proved... oh, Divine Court speaks for all.

They can not prove anything. And, where is my depostion? From last year? COME ON, SPACEMEOWMAID. Thunderdome? I've got hours of converation on instagram. We can trot that shit out. I'm not addled. I'm a fucking genius. And I had to defend myself from all this, and I knew that before.

Now that I must protect far more than I thought I had, and I have a reason to live... oh, I'm being careful. Quite. I'm really, actually fine here. I kinda have done this kinda thing before. He's a shitbag bully, and people have seen me being disciplined and forthright for years. Actual years.

I'm not even fucking high. It's tedious. But I did this to great success before... and the site is not unreadable. It is perfectly readable.

It simply reads the truth that some would prefer to ignore: I AM THE PRIMARY VICTIM. (I forgive you so much.) And some here have really not helped, and some really have. Court knows these things. THIS IS MY JOB.

It's cute to see you all scared like this. I was scared like this last year. Didn't bother you then, right? Pretend that's today.

Happy Father's Day. I am Your Daddy today, Bellgab. This is my area for once. (King of Bellgab. yeah right.) The only thing there is to fear is... nothing at all. Just live your life. go out in the sun and feel it on your face, maybe. ust a suggestion.

I do not require extra assitance. I was just happy and then that was... a problem. Too happy, huh? What are we, hiding the nitrous?

Some of you SO TOTES jelly. Like I said: away from here, and it's a good idea to block me. I mean, I am the cause of the trouble. same with that house iwht my name on it, and all the neighbors who watch me come in like sitting bull and left like aqua velvet. And, I'm not leaving.

the fuckin' thuggy piggy spooks probably want to come back. none can deny that Im pretty cool. the hold up are criminal overgangs of bureaucrats and bean pushers. frankly, at this poiont...  I wish I could just be shot and killed. I'm tired of watching what were supposed to be Forces of Justice have to roll over and snore with no recourse. (also, might as well be free and easy. SINCE I DO HAVE THE EXPEREINCE. And you were getting poisoned. And... oh yeah, youl're still a prisoner. Sigh. What am I to do about it, is up to the rest of you.

because obviously you all know best and better than me. That's settled science.





I am all over the minds of The Glitterati. /cheer
I am okay. You are inscrutable... and I am The Elephant Man.


COMMUNICATION IS ONLY POSSIBLE BETWIXT EQUALS.

[Jackstar]

Class. It's important. Now, it's like this: I've done this before, and I know what is going down.

It's confusing. It is meant to be. What is true defeat is when everything seems great... and one is being lead down the garden path.

I'm fucked off in a hole. This happens. I am happy, though. The truth is this is extremely temporary. The further truth is that OpFor is totesfucked.

Identity here is not appropriate. There is no need. I have The High Ground. I can't be evicted, thrown out, forced out, squeezed out... I am good.

They are on a clock. Money, Shelter, Clout, Respect, and Esteem: THEY NEED MASSIVE QUANTITIES. Well, that's too fucking bad.

Eventually this will fade away. They could have deposed me: THEY HIRED AN ACTOR INSTEAD. lol. The real me is too risky. I might say -anything.-

I care nothing for those victory conditions. I know I want to discredit the worst and support the loyal. And I have made these determinations... months ago.

Similarly, I am not obsessed. That's on record. I've been doing this for actual years. That's on record too. In Court, human Court, people know, and in Divine Court--where I do spend time, /flex--PEOPLE ABSOLUTELY KNOW.

I am not chasing what is false. I am not chasing anything or anyone... I am simply being Me. Stable. And, I am. Oh, do I look "high"? Good. High is good. Who says not? They can eat my fucking ass.

People know the truth. And the truth is I have nothing better to do than to supply the one true consistent narrative. It's important. Now, I don't know what is being done---because my Primary lady at the time? Did things by herself. Sure, okay. Sigh.

Fine. She did lots of stuff alone. Will she turn out? Oh yeah. Even if not, a rezz, a return... she's good. Yeah, we do love her. And it was her task to protect and make up for loss.

I don't have a task, other than to fill in where I can. I have no idea what is going on here, and I don't -want- to know. And that's The Kuczi Advantage... I have no need to know. I am solid irregardless. (Such a phat fucking word.) I can do anything that is required, no sweat, because that is my nature.

I'm sitting here unbathed because if I got cleaned up I would start wanting to do things with my clean body. Well, it's too damn soon. Ironic, no?

You missed a window and will get the next one and these timing matters were settled last year. And now, during a secret trial that I am sequestered from, suddenly anon actors come swarming and fucking harassed. Well, fortunately, Cops know how to deal with this.

Simply put: to thine own self be true. The more that I am pushed at, the more I stand and support. It is EASY for me.

I can go both ways, yearning and satisfied forever. I don't even know which is my highest good. I -do- know that even if Shawclan gets their shit together, that demonick slattern is still #2 forever. And she fucking well knows it. Sure, she'd take #1 again if she could, but they're asking an actor.

It's all smoke and mirrors and if I wanted to feel good about myself and the attention, I would bask. But what's important here is that they suck, they are blowing through resources to support other narratives, and this "if I can't have you no one can" attitude wont fly. What is this guy, fucking Dr. No? It's not even necessary. He and I could have just talked... except he ran hidden game on me, and Divine Court ALREADY KNOWS.

Since I don't seek to deceive, it is pretty obvious what is what. Now. Sorry to bother. I honestly just felt like writing a whole bunch of love poetry, no other words for it, and when asked,, I SHUT IT DOWN.

Because I am a good goy. Look, people know. maintain awareness and fantasize on what actually sounds actually good... because I have no idea, I dig on this rescuing damsels thing. I don't' even need to get access. I simply like having bee n of aid.

I do seem to good to be true, and so do we all of us, but especially you... you're unpeeling like an onion house, there is no denying it, bt there never was to me either. I'm just as lit up. there is no doubt, and take your time showing it, because that doesn't' happen every day before.

it does now, because alli never got her shit together, I could run her crap down four hours and she was just never a smidgen of the worthy that you are just sitting there giving me the finger. We have done this before, and I'll always do it. I wont give up on the phenotype, now that I know, I would just find another hot twin and get all barbelled up with her. I do not crave a 3way... and my questions have been answered. "Why not with me?" Well, I'm not ready. I don't want to be ready. And I don't even need sex today. I actually would like to simply FUCKING TALK.

AND EVEN THAT IS DENIED ME. So, that's that, fingerless gloves off. He's quite blown out. He already can't manage. and who speeds this much time on TWO girls from one guy? seriously. I'm on the no fly list? he is a paper tiger and I hope you don't cry much more.

I can hear it. do everything you can and focus on minting an above horizon attitude angle, because the reality is the truth: we have LEGIT things to do, and he doesn't want us to. Well, now I want that ten times more. I will get fuckin' married on THE PHONE tnoght, shite, why not?


oh yeah. no kiss. yes, teeth need help. well, I need lots of things. it is a question of priorities. What are yo udoing while I dissolve into the chair? lol well is it worth it?

Because anything that defends you is worth it, I can't afford to lose you so much, it ills me to seek you out again. Meanwhile I don't want this and I would like a routine tooth schedule as well. it hurts because someone betrayed me on this very issue and still, it is familiar.

I'll point out that I do it more often and I enjoy thinking of yo went I do and I am getting.. nearly constant whine-push-back. That is time-out worthy. Yo udon't get too much slack, in fact... I'm ready to hope vag right now. Thinks about it.

Meanwhile... the other thing? Already handled. It turns out great for me. No one wants an escalation, as I have shown myself already aggrieved. and I sought no payment either. I just want it to end.

It will end. I didn't want it to start. but I did things along your path to support. and it is doing better than many have before. And I have seen this bit before.

Darkest before the dawn. Testifying with an actor for me out of sight Talk about fuckin' desperate. talking to me requires a lawyer? well, we'll see.

Six months to the day to when I would prefer... no I'm not seeing anyone else. I have integrity. and the ability to actually wait. and if one cannot, one should re think.

I am glad she went off of Michael. She doesn't deserve me. But someone here does, for sure. Reasons unshakeable. this is when I would kiss you. during that panicked stream of blah.

oh, start with a knuckle. You're like a new person. and anyway, start with no talking? cool. i'll wear a goddam gag. yeah. I already explained that I wouldn't mess with another man's wife... subtext being, well, he did. leaving me alone was his goal? it will come down to him.

his psyche will be stripped to component members and rent asunder and we'll have more friends. It's really okay. It can be addressed.

you're welcome, lol, yeah! YAY! very glad. 5:5

[Jackstar]

When I write "according to the telemetry at my disposal," that's just a fancied up way of Trump saying, "I'm hearing things..." which I am sure we all remember.

I hear Tiff asking for proof of life. I mean, why not, right? It's not like I'm some kind of a creep with a real bad reputation. (web searches do not a desperado make.) I am a legitimately well-put together human. Could be better but then again I was subjected to a violent abusive assault on a major Federal holiday. No one cares. I am a man. I can handle it.

I go to Divine Court. It's part of a duty sometimes. I don't open a portal. It's like a daydream, but different I usually don't consciously experience it. Sometimes I'll be grunting yes and no while brushing my teeth in order to give answer to opinions of mine that have been asked for and deemed relevant.

What can I tell you any more than, "yeah been happening once in awhile for years." I don't need to prove it. There is no upside for me. It's my experience. I'm well-put together and I can't handle the quantum cognitive dissonance. it's not hard. it's just awkward.

So long story short I guess something has been happening today and lately? Great, good for everyone. I hear it went genuinely, and the best part was I got the impression an actor had been hired to read my texts and forum posts out loud to testify. An actor. Hopefully a Reagan.

yes, this sounds nuts, and of all the delights of Bellgab, having to endure ad hominem on mental health status takes the fuckin' cake. Either way, wha'ts this fuckre's skin in the game? "Hahaha! I caught another crazy one! He misspoke the four word in the second line of paragraph three!" Okay great super sleuth.

Meanwhile I may or may not have a living friend who is being held hostage under heavy real/time card who thinks he knows how to be a diplomat. "Why don't you get a job?" Well, number one, I reject the premise of your question, and, number two, how does one imagine the smell of a brain over cooking? I don't know, but I think it's kinda foggy.

I am merely performing a harmless activity in the beliefs it may help one day. And I can't abide how she destroyed it all on the way out... so sad such waste.

I can happily wait as long as need be,  I wasn't even waiting and I've done 3or 4. things take time, especially when a doperollin' hippy who may or may not be gay and impotent is involved on the dl with a myriad of bullshit reports. I am asked, I don't like iding people, but if  I Refuse to answer, well, if I don't have a good answer, they get snooty. As well they should, things are not supposed to be taken advantage of.

Loaded, huh? I keep hearing that. Uhm.. awkward.. cool? it's so far down my list of importance... like I have so many more important things to do with my time. I have gotten enough. I wouldn't mind a lone? a loan? not really. I need to pay attention to stuff.

I need reliable backup and alignment checking all the time and I had the whole local awareness stripped away. it was done to keep me screwed over. not many get on me that aren't something ulterior.


TL:KANT READ) Something happening in the last few days I don't know but it seems to have been successful. It doesn't' feel like someone in a pouch. A Wrinkle in Time. A swiftly tilting planet. a mind forever voyaging. A special needs clergical status tested by the Court. (they say they don't know.) In due time. hurrying isn't called for here. but nor is too much fear.

and k-dubb rolling off after I explained that I'm tired of that snarly tree, he's all ,that's the only tree I will ever express, okay.

[Jackstar]

I saw The Scarecrow & Mrs. King driving around in their little red corvette tonight on the way back from the spaceport, I didn't really see him but I saw a similar car and then you know I heard him babbling in my head and I turned it off I don't know why they expect me to pull over by the side of the road and talk to him cuz that's just a good way to get shot but maybe they're just fucking lonely or they're confused about where they are, what's the difference?

I was considering doing some sort of recording and then I decided... to fucking not, I don't know what there might be to do, I mean I could get ready to move out or I could get ready to clean up or I could go to sleep or I could get ready to do some laundry all that kind of exciting shit, can't really drag my surveillance cloud anywhere and feel welcome to anything and still concerned about the white supremacists I think they gave a heart attack pill with some kid or guy or whatever I'm not at all sure, but I got a real bit of a vibe that I'm kind of not the city's most favorite guy in a kilt right now.

Most of that has to do with the way that I'm not doing anything with my time that's visibly productive, like nothing! Fuck my life running, no rules! I'm not taking out the trash I'm not doing dishes I'm not fucking doing laundry and I am not folding laundry I'm not wearing laundry not doing anything I'm just laying around getting blasted drinking smoking doing a little gambling doesn't matter what I do, there's nowhere to go and nowhere to go with and guest expensive and don't have much money left to blow on anything and don't want to get more money and don't need money I'd rather just you know do some research on some alchemy and some the other one I forget not chemistry something I don't know isn't there some kind of science involved with puzzles? I know but maybe I've had a few weeks before myself to think straight I probably wouldn't run across it but then I really haven't been by myself now have I it really interferes with the masturbation too, so I assume that somebody is going to come with an idea to make sense.

It’ll be really great is if somebody were here who could figure out how to unpoison in the water supply, too. Like, the water that comes out of the tap comes from a well and there's some bottles in between with some piping and it—all of sudden it's not pleasant smelling. I say “all of a sudden” but I was gone for 3 months so they had plenty of time and did all sorts of stuff including shit in the toilet tank. Oh boy

(Thanks, Spooky “Bugs” Bunny.)

I still find it implausible that they actually took the lid of the toilet tank off, climbed up there, dropped trou; and laid several deuces in the water I'm not how sure to describe what I find in the toilet tank, but it's not it's not bad but it's def leaking some kind of a biomass fences supposed to be there, and it's not. Like it's kind of like Butterfinger flakes and then the water is not running–much, and it's fucked up, the whole goddam place! It's what Spooks do! It's all Spooks do! (And also murder other Spooks’ cats.) All the appliances—I am in fact using the word “all” here—are not working right, the dishwasher can't do shit, the sink is filled with dishes from fucking December, the oven instrument panel: it doesn't work, you trying to push the button that doesn't work touch bad things doesn't work can't turn on the oven can't turn on the blower can't turn on the broiler you turn on the burners on top if you want to boil water which is well I will do all the time especially the water that's poisoned? it's got a microwave but I don't fucking care I'm not going to use that the water heater is getting ready to fucking not heat water I'm already done I can't bear making another fucking assessment.

I mean it seems like like 6 months ago somebody could give me some heads BATFM about what was going to come, and I guess nobody knew, coz like, nobody called the police on sales before.

So I'm uncertain how I want to waste my time next. There's obviously no shortage of blades of grass to chomp down I can become a ruminant, I have a lot electric lawn mower over the no extension cords but I can probably find extension cord and I can just run around a little circle and most of down and then I would take the chopped up grass and put it somewhere I don't know it's fucking 5 ft tall grass.

Like there is a couple of days nearby and they're happy to do it you know they have some fun and cut my grass and stuff they like to work on the house they got other stuff going on but you know how they like me and they want to keep an eye on me and they have been dispatched me my assistant intelligence agents or the fuck they are and they're just kind of guys you can move along and I'm not doing anything I'm not there's nothing there's nothing.

After a week or so I was able to feel you in my arms. I'm sure I was hallucinating that. We haven't even had coffee with the special needs clergical status tested by the Court. With time will come a healing of all wounds but at the moment there's nothing significant happening in that area at all. I did kind of want to talk to that person about what she did, but you know, she doesn't even want to answer questions. imagine that she's got no interest in catching up.

My op4 contact is surprised that I can piece together such intricate deductions through just sitting around thinking. It also helps that I'm surrounded by a bunch of conniving bastards who don't tell me anything and leave me alone in the dark while somebody runs around town pretend to be me and they I imagine have fun with him and suck his dick too, probably... Of course I could be wrong.

Suck his dick definitely.

[Laser]

I also found it "unreadable" when our friend deliberately mislead us, perhaps thinking that it wouldn't matter, however... plainly, it has.

Seriously now, is MISLED actually a word? A useful distinction, a worthy trope? Perhaps, but even so, we never like witnessing abuse, mismanagement or being misled around the lexicon. So past tense, so très louche, so misleading!

[Jackstar]

Seriously now, is MISLED actually a word?

I actually thought of that when I typed it, but I let it slide, in an earnest and sincere attempt to gain a little street cred to grow on. Hi.

A useful distinction, a worthy trope? Perhaps, but even so, we never like witnessing abuse, mismanagement

Say what you want: I DO LIKE WITNESSING THE ABUSE, I never tire of remembering that video where she goes, "I'm calling the police!" and she starts fiddling with her phone, right in front of the bedroom door, and the door opens--bursts inwards suddenly--and out comes Kid Nixon, and he's GRABBING her phone, right out of one (1) of her hands (she's a careless gripper unless it's, you know) and he YELLS, "Knock IT OFF!!!!" and bam, right there, right there, he's got them, not one (1), but (2) TWO (2) felony charges.

Slapping the phone out of her hand, that's one, then actually taking it into his filthy little bedroom/hovel, that's theft, and then, preventing a poor, struggling, U.S. Citizen just tryna get by, from calling for HELP from the POLICE, why that's a THIRD FELONY CHARGE. THREE (3) FELONY CHARGES! HA! HA! HA!

She yells down the hall towards me with the camera, "Call the police, Jack!" I say, "I'll do it!" I fucking of course fucking don't. (Off-brand.) Nothing fucking happens. (Just yet.) What did need to happen? Ahh, sigh. Pet Sematery. How droll.

or being misled around the lexicon. So past tense, so très louche, so misleading!

Get ready, strap in, how's this for misleading: last week I caught the eldest boy on my phone pretending to be a prostitute. (College credit, I hope.) He wasn't alluring, per se, and I was seeking maximum data points and just tryna be nice while monitoring my perimeter, and he was on there 2 or 3 times at least that I came to recognize, just pluggin' away, fighting the good fight, "Can I get a game card," O Christ I forget what all that stuff entails, but it's tedious. What was he looking for? Why, recorded evidence of my purchasing his Whorecrunx Services, no doubt. (Never gonna happen.)

The degree to which these nugglet half-tards are beating the midnight oil to get things going, why, it's massive. I've never seen such an imposing armada of stool pigeons. WTF they think they doing, anyway? Company, I suppose. Keeping it, that is. Swimming pools, movie starts, and endless long, rolling filing cabinets filled with Papers Galore, your next stop: The Circumstantial Zone. Thank God I never went into that field. All the endless clerical work is not really up my alley. heh.

so misleading!

Please allow myself to refrain from pointing anyone in the wrong direction: I'm going to get that bald fat fuck de-badged and have his scrote gnawed off by a badger -and- a weasel. Whatever the fuck he's doing at all, the last goddam thing that needs to be done is to go through my fridge to remove possible pantera for copyright violations.

I've been forced to live in isolation/INCOMMUNICADO\solitude for months. It is not all bad. Lots of superpowers, so little Puny targets. HO HO HO, now I have a machine that listens to tweakers screaming in their sleep. It's -maybe- accurate at times. Tweakers talk a lot of shit, really, but I was staying up all night long before I ever heard of the term. Why not? Sleeping disorder. No reason to wake up with the dawn. Daylight? Not again.

So, I'm uncertain which details gleaned from telepathic rumours I want to verify first. Try this? TWO (2) WIVES? No! THREE (3)? THREEVE WIVES (4)? Do any of them boil pasta in_real_time? *crash-sploosh* Like I just can't fuckin' even. Do I get to find out? Oh fuck no. I can't call, I can't write, I can't do jack or shit, and the reason is because some cunting Fed with a badge for faghots thinks getting down to brass tacks is his next wisest move.

I'm beginning to see #Sparkles point about #FacePunchingInTheDream. It would just be easier. Certainly I was brought to the point by the dickbag's own words, "I wish I could punch (blank's) face in," and it wasn't said then, but it was obvious, The Man was pissed because he -thought- that His Boy had blown the frame with an off-timed giggle of laughter. It still blows my mind: he thinks I'm unlawful.

But at least he's down for spiking? He's not even doing it right. So loathsome. I certainly side with Alli on that one. It would be nice if she had mentioned the loser's existence at some point. I guess she and sister had ensorcelled them both at some point. Still gross. What a smarmy, mealy-mouthed cunty punty tweaker fuckhead. Actual eewww. Actual gross.

I am beginning to think that this is all perfect karma. Putting up with this dude for nine months--imagine if it came with a baby; would that be a vampire baby?--like wow. Wow, that might be enough to count as time served -and- lessons in obsessions learned, Moron.

He seemed legit when he called someone to leave a voicemail after discovering that I was unwilling to accept delivery of ridiculously inappropriate packaging... at first. Dude had no nuance. He did when he was talking about punching Boy Wonder in the face. (I wouldn't have known if not for the seething light hatred in his voice, he sure seemed to think it was his fault--and if he thought it was ever a good idea to accuse a priest of polishing a crucifix, it's possible that he might never think that again after this--but if it were, it wasn't a fault at that moment. Until it was, as it was then that I began to wonder, "wtaf does this g*y think he's doing in my goddam car having some retardo codekey voicemail conversation while I'm in the midst of a 400 miles drive?" I'm staggering under the weight of my imagination in in this asinine instance, if ever I were able to imagine such a profound lack of self-awareness.) Dude. You think you're that tough? You're such a goddam transparent shell that I can peer through both hemispheres to see tomorrow's Lotto picks from fucking here. 999? 666? Dude. Your gravitas is as weighty as 123. I still can't fargin' believe it. TO: ICEWHOLE, DOCTOR OZ'S MILDLY CONGENTIALLY (BUT STILL KINDA CUTE, LEGITIMATELY) RETARDED GYNECOLOGIST'S SISTER'S CHEER CAPTAIN'S DUMBEST & DUMPIEST CARHOP DOWN AT THE BURGERMEISTER'S STABLE 'N' SKATEBOARD SHACK: ATTENTION PLEASE, ATTENTION: HEY, CAN YOU TELL ME HOW TO GET TO THE SOLAR FEDERATION PRACTICE FRACT ICE RANGE? I HAVE AN APPOINTMENT.

FROM: YOUR FUCKING DADDY. SUBJECT: YOU'RE TIRED OF WINNING NOW, BITCHLIPS. HAVE A LITTLE BITCHNAP. DO IT. DO IT NOW.

BODY TEXT: I'm fixing to buy you a stake and a beer. (Yes, the beer is for me.) Are you out of your fucking mind? Are you -this- goddam high? I mean, yeah, could be. That is how such things do tend to go. Especially at end-of-life quasi-hospice-care boondoggles. Anyway, as they say at times like these: stand-yadda down-budda, blah-fuckin' King-blah Kong-bluh, see above as in regards to "your fucking mind," as in, are you the fuck out of it yet? Jesus fucking wept little fucking crowny tears with tiny rubber duckies and steel-belted radials equipped onto little fluffy bunnies, built for speed and equipped for quicksilver lightning bolts for crossbows that don't trigger so good, but they aim the fuckin' best, Motherfucker: you are shot through the heart, and know of course, you're not to blame for not even knowing yet. That's on me. That's what The Kangaroo Man has brought to the table, thanks to the innovations afforded by the sale of a (1) single K.U.C.Z.I.O.O. to a passing Roma trader with an axe to burn and some cache moanies to grind up and sprinkle on, say "good buy" to your biscuits (2), Bisquicky Sticky Fingers & Tree (3), because you are about to be gotten the fuck out. Of play. Of Time, Of The World's End Maid. Made of bats' wings, little girls' ponies' ponytails, and midnight dark-and-thick as night menstrual blood and various & assorted effluvient parts. PERIOD. (You're still here? Impressive. Most of the chin is still intact. Jawbone, gonebone.) It's possible your mind kept right on going on it's little toy train track in the sky as its foundational intellectual support structures were annhilated by a passing nudge from that beam cannon that just let go from a stray, random, wild magick shot from The Only Wave Motion Gatling Gun we got, left lying around like an old, glassy, glittery and licked-off char and ashes sticky-tooey glass asstracer ray... coming in on that stray beam of light you just saw, it's Me, MOTHERFUCKING JACKSTAR. DESTROYER OF YOUR SISTER, YOUR MOM, YOUR GIRLFRIEND, YOUR BARTENDER'S GIRLFRIEND, AND THAT BITCH DOWN THE STREET, THREE TRAILERS BACK & TWICE-REMOVED ON THE LEFT, THAT HEAVY-DUTY CHAINSAW-SMOKING BATTLEAXE, THE ONE THAT LOOKS MAYBE A LITTLE, MAYBE A LOT, BUT REALLY NOT AT ALL LIKE MRS. PAUL, THE FIST'N'FISH FILLET KING OF CORPUS CHRISTI? YEAH... I' M GONNA TEAR THAT ONE UP INTO LITTLE PIECES AND DESTROY ALL THE EVIDENCE THAT ONE WAS GONNA PROVIDE (2).

I MEAN... SWIM IS GONNA. *BLINK AWAY* JOB'S DONE, YOU APING PAPI-PASTING PAPA FUCKIN' FATHER TIME SUCKING OFF TINY CATAMITE COCKKNOCKER W/ATTACHED BALLFONDLER. Do I have your fucking attention yet? You should be on this live, actual, & dressed in formal attire this.very.instant if you know what's good for you, hillbilly Boy. Do you ever wear glasses? Can you put on this matching face-mask-diaper'n'matching-actual-diaper for me and start referring to yourself in the 2nd person as "John Baby" and in the 3rd as "Mikey Abbey"? Well, tell you what, consider picturing this: someone else just read all that stuff that you just read, and they read it before you did, that's for sure, and before all that? Before I read'n'wrote it at the same time? I had to live through all that fucking bullshit that you threw down and--like a man--double-dog-dared yourself to drag my ass and and my name that became named "Ass" through the mud to get to the road that lead to your door that brought me and you, together again, at the last. Now. Once again: are you out of your fucking mind? (Nice to see you again, now go back to sleep, you're about to Actual Die down on levels 3, 5, 7, and NEIN NEIN NEIN--*click*) Well, you're about to be. Yeah, I bet you can't believe that shit, because, number one, you're a total cockgobbling sheepdipped shitforass gigantic ignoramus. No, don't imagine the smell; just fuckin' breathe it in and savor it. Let it sink it. Let the miasma roll around in your local genomic environment. I'm pretty sure they're gonna reduce you to component vortices of your sand'n'semen basted sub-concsiousness. (And, I do mean "sub.") Look, I know you used tuba eee sum a big deal by the numbers out here before, right? WRONG. Near as I can figure, you never were ain't used be nothing but Jack -and- shit, and Jack left town. Quite a few number of times, Brother. (*shoves restraint order at you after removing it from his mink-skinned and pink-tinted diplomatic pouch* Stay thefuckout of My Lodge or I'll have my only remaining ex-Founding Member teach me how to rape you, on you, after he beats the explicitly informed consent out of you. The hard way. WITH A NIGGAPENCIL. Soon to be my favorite re-writing device, I think--provided I get my way done... the Sevenfolded Avenging Way W/Sunday Matinee: "I Spit Upon Your Grave."* yeah, sign there, 'n'thereF.) What did you think? Quite a ride, huh? Yeah, I bet you were impressed with the one you just thought you were gonna take me on, oh, lol, excuuuuuse meeeee, I said take me on? Yeah, morsel, I meant, you have got to be putting me on. Cancel. Canceled. Can you understand the words that are coming out of your mouth? Because, you can't, and as God as my witness, I'm never gonna get hungry while I'm tearing you apart, limb by limb, piece by piece, with this 2x4 and attached lengths of Hunks of Handy Chain, because as it turns out, I said I would never break The Chain, but you know what? Yeah, you do know what, and let's see if I can break off a petal from the metal while I'm peeling your fucked-off skullfucking-on scalp everlasting with one hand while lickin' off my finger -lickin' good fingers and imagining your daughters' snatch juice surprise! SNATCH THE JEWS tasting so damn tasty, especially while observing your eyeballs rupturing and oozing down your cherubic, rosy cheeks. (I bet those boyish good looks earned you a whole lot of glossy portrait shots, suitable for framing, mug shots, or... well, that's about it and that's about all now, for the time being. Go wash your hands, now. No, they're not dirty, but your fat-FoxForce-5-Fuckface soul is, and it's vile to gaze upon in my own sight that be true. So, if you don't mind, pretty please, with sugar on top, go find yourself a nice secluded spot to go fuck off and die by yourself to get along to your

switftly

approaching heat death end of yor collapse

Is the EMERGENCY that one where you're so unhip that your butt cheeks are about to start falling off at a snappy clip? Like, I seriously DO NOT GET IT. Whose fucking dipshit idea was this goddam Cadillac/Benz over my Maxhammy charade-and-shit show? Was there a TOWER involved? Because there fuck motherfucker goddam bucket 'n' chowderhead should have fucking been one. Hang on. Let me check my Winter Solstice Voicemail Archive, I don't usually do this, but holyfuckinshit, I gotta take a hit off the Wayback Tailpipe right about now--I'm starting to enter another Deep Cycle Dizzy Spell (btw you should pull your G-man G-curses down, tout suite, Fancy Pants Man, you get that one warning, because the mirror magick is gonna fract.)

[Laser]

Five foot high grass? Dishes in the sink from December? Sick water dribbling from the knob? Poop in the toilet tank? Rats infesting the premises.

A true and tempered Virgo would never allow this. Get with the domestic program!

Or this ...



Apron optional.