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Re: 5mwJ - Step By Step Steps To The <PROT>Star Chamber
« Reply #855 on: June 21, 2022, 10:43:52 AM »
his psyche will be stripped to component members and rent asunder


On Mon, Jun 20, 2022, 4:18 AM <PROT> <<PROT>@unicorntoday.com> wrote:
I just looked at azzgab and you really did make the entire site unreadable.

Well: when I first heard a woman tell me, “I wanted to make you jealous,” I thought to myself that in that instant I had become jealous of any man, talking to any woman, just at that instant. That word didn't mean to me what it meant to her at the time, I guess, like, Holy fuck, she wants me to feel -that- way, that's fucking -vile.- Nausea, flop-sweat, nervous farts that leave snail trails, yeah fuck that, Lady count me out. I've since come to realize that what is meant here is that the woman wants me to feel as though it's time to put on a demonstration of What It Would Look Like—she thinks—if a man were jealous of the attention she imagines herself to be getting... which is fucking not the way I fucking thought about it before, but, I've come to realize, that's how these children act. Like goddam toddlers.

So as I continued to focus on one site—azzgab—and one site only—azzekūn—and saw the population numbers steadily drop, droop really, into the gutters’ downspout, just as my post counts continued to rise—up, up, and away—when I looked upon my mighty words and despaired of ever managing to untank my my lifetime career, at-bat <PROT>, A. Bat average out of the bidet in which it may yet perhaps be floating above the water line, I wondered if you'd let me ask you: “Do you think I've made <PROT> jealous enough yet? Hang on—how many ArchAngels is she carrying around in there, and do they all take turns or what, and do any of them get jealous of each other?” Hells’ bells; do they ever not get jealous?” Only T/her/IR cardiologist knows for sure.

I SAT AROUND FOR 6 MONTHS, HI <PROT>, MUCH LOVE TO YOU TO SEE YOU, HEY DO THESE ALL CAPS & THIS BIG ASS THREE ROOM FARMHOUSE ON 4.1 ACRES MAKE ME LOOK FAT? WELL, EITHER WAY, SHE'S GOING TO GET JEALOUS OF THAT TOO. THREE MONTHS ALONE IN A MOTEL ROOM, FOLLOWED BY 3 MONTHS ALONE IN A FARMHOUSE MAIN ROOM DECORATED WITH MOTEL ART... I'll be honest Sir, I don't know if she's going to be jealous of where I'm sitting now, but it is pretty comfy, and I'm hoping that I'm not going to have to worry about ever making her jealous ever again, I'm hoping that there's some moment in the recent past when she's looked at herself and thought, “I don't like feeling this way! This isn't fun anymore!”

Well, if not, I've got two or three ALFs here—alien life forms; Sir, do I need to report these? Oh, they look like cats, alright. But there's not cats, nevertheless: I got cat-like beings here, that are hanging out with me and acting all, “cat-like.” They're hanging out and being themselves around here, somewhere, usually behind me, which took some getting used to, what with the teleporting at all. Yeah, they just started showing up a couple weeks ago, around the time after The Firmament was cracked, which seemed like a just a rumor when I read the story at first, but since ALFs showed up, and timeline access was opened, and Hell froze over—in a couple days we're about to start calling that “summer” here—and my two neighbors’ <PROT>  offered me some twice-baked potatoes that she proudly informed me, she “had made these myself, do you want them? Would you like them?” Big, kinda, shy happy smile. Hands nearly full of happier big-ish potatoes halves with cheese, serious cheese, bacon clearly in there somewhere as I can see it poking out from amongst the... chives?

Hand-cut chives. *gulp* “well, yes Ma’am, I... would love to have your potatoes.” I reach for the paper towels that her potatoes are resting gently upon, in a bit of uncouth, perhaps grabby kind of way, a bit of a presumptive gesture, a little too forward, even for a Court jester, and she quickly snatches them back. Like they're stolen goods.

*reverse gulp, then swallow heart* “No!” Huh. Oh, right: today is a day with a gesture. Irish eyes are smiling. “What's wrong, are they... raw?” These days, the automatic (REJECTION: expect the unexpected) aren't luck–bound, they're gas–prone. “No!” Huh. Oh, right: today is a bay with an erasers’ gesture. “They need to be warmed up.” This goes on for a little while, long enough, that if <PROT> were there as a legal observer, I would have busted an actual gasket of my own, and she almost would have.

I remember those potatoes really well. I wish Irish, but those eyes weren't just smiling, they were eyesmile–delish.

LMFAO!

I'm going to go with the interpretation that means that you're laughing at what I've written, and you're not laughing at me/ME\Me. I have un/disc\covered some amazing details and facts in the last few months, <PROT>, that really blow my mind, and some of them should show some light on ways that help explain why you might have been upset with me all those years, coz like, it never made any sense to me at all, what happened there between us. I mean I understand PTSD that happens and misunderstandings, and I kind of allowed the connection to wait for a while cuz I know I am going to love your <PROT> forever (it looks like <PROT> will hit me up for money forever) I still do, no doubt, are we broken up there or not, I think we are well-placed now coz like, they're still the no contact order so she can't break up with me to break up with me or something... it doesn't matter: I love <PROT>, & I always will. I don't know what this breaking-break up thing means anymore, I mean I don't think we can ever get m/M\married (Council still deliberating? Well, I am that pretty) and I know we're <PROT> aligned, but we're not in the same <PROT>, and I have the most utmost highest respect for the <PROT> People, Sir, it is the highest Glory of my life to serve your people & your kind & your lives (I can see why the initiation ritual takes 5 years, I think I'm on hold/pause right now though, because of the ongoing EMERGENCY! CIRCLE THE WAGONS AAHHH!!!), and you were/are right, Sir, you were right, I do not deserve your <PROT>, but then again no one does, BUT I WOULD WORSHIP HER AS THE/MY <PROT> AND BE HER CONSORT GLADLY, WERE THAT TO BE ON OFFER (and also Abos), /bow, and most of the stuff is above my level (∅), I don't quite understand what it means when <PROT> says certain things, and yeah, telepathic contact with Chief <PROT> once in awhile it's an honor. I can barely understand him but you know, I could/can probably barely understand him in flesh, too ;) )

I think we can agree and settle the matter that I definitely love your <PROT> and I am sorry I left you. I'm sorry to have laughed at you, I thought I did not mean in any way like you interpreted I meant I was laughing at the question and I was laughing at the idea that I would stick around for any other reason even the stuff I didn't know I still don't know that stuff but nothing none of that would be worth sticking through all this for but only the love the pure love that I share for her is remarkable. Yeah he's great I love her.

Is she still married to some thuggy Missy Piggy vampire Lord's undead ghoul from the DEA who sexually humiliates her with mind control drugs and extraordinarily wooden and tone-decaf method acting? If so I might be able to help you with that... Perhaps just by staying away and not laughing directly openly, I don't know how such things are handled, but I don't know what the actual story is, coz like, I heard of only rumors. (Like apparently he goes by the name <PROT> and he goes by the name <PROT> and he's kind of balding and he's kind of tall and overweight and a pudgy little bitch who shoots something up all the time, and he goes by the name <PROT> and apparently he pretends to be married to <PROT>? Or he's supposedly is married to her? Like I don't know when or how long, I don't even know if it's my business, and I'm not sure if the EMERGENCY is still in play. I've been kind of out of loop “did you hear that quiet did you hear that noise quiet somebody said “loop” — CIRCLE THE WAGONS!!! <PROT> IMMEDIATELY lately.) <PROT> keep me incommunicado for 6 months, I'm on a parallel internet where I can't talk to anybody unless it goes through a mirror server, which is really cool tech but awkward on making dinner plans, I'm alone in a three-bedroom farmhouse on 4.1 acres that I would never have put myself into, if I had known I was going to be alone, lol, and the Spooks poisoned the water supply (maybe the groundwater) and left blankets (oh yeah <PROT>, by the way I really do love <PROT>, not like romantic I just think he's amazing... most ways, and I hear he's coming out of rehab hot to trot, fingers crossed) which is great cuz over here it's the middle of summer and it's like 58°, so I assume Hell has frozen over, truth is, I hear from you again, I'll know it's you when you can identify these ALFs I got roaming around the place, they're like half-invisible Shadowcat creatures? They seem real friendly (OMG SO CUTE) but they keep on trying to come up behind me and either nuzzle me or feed on me but I got Divine shielding so that's not working so they're just cute little (pets/not_pets) that make me kind of nervous about having guests over, like are these things soulless, soul-eating demons? That would be the coolest thing with another name.

You spew insensible bullshit better than anyone in the world!

Well that is part of my gig that I've got going on, I'm a time traveling inter-dimensional Knight-Captain Sourceror Exopolitical Diplomat (and also occasional Time Corps recruitment agent, I think only twice though) oh my God one of these cats just made noise, seriously, what are these, are these Quantum League cats or what are these things? Well I'm real glad <PROT> brought me some cats, you know I like the birds we were going to have cats well now I got half invisible <PROT> cats, oh and I think <PROT> is alive again, although I don't know if that's her name or not. That was weird. I've been having a lot of advanced metaphysical experiences

LAUGH

LIKE WHEN I SAW A BUNCH OF MORPHING CHARACTERS IN SOME STRANGE ALPHABET—ANIMATED—APPEAR ON <PROT>’S FACE, THAT WAS FUNNY BECAUSE I KNEW IT WAS TRUE BEFORE I SAW IT BUT I DIDN'T KNOW HOW I KNEW AND THEN WHEN I SAW EVERYTHING CHANGED... YOU CHANGED AGAIN


FUCKER!



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

Not Virgo native, Virgo rising, yeah, I hate it too. {(SHATESLOVES:TARGETGEMBARGOAWAYFARE|SLOVESHATES:GARBARASHTITREASURTEATS)×Jackstar cares.} Assessments are being made. {(ELDERMERMANSÖHNNY)(ECONVANSWILLSMITHEY)×J9CKST9R LOVESCARESDEUSEXLOVES} Steps -are- being taken. {THE.LIZARD.KING.&.QUEEN.OF.AMERIKUSCITIZENREEKOOPOOMPALOOMPA,A.K.A.“AMERICA”.REPORTS.FULLY.POINTY.NOINTY.SPACEY.KASSELL.RASSELLSTOPSTOOLSTART.WE.ARE.INDEED.QUITE.PLEASURED.&.PLEASED.WITH.THE.PERFORMANCE.THIS.ONE.(1,2,3,THREE,EVE,4,5).HAS.BROUGHT.THE.ROYAL.WE.THROUGH.THE.SINGULARITY.WITH.THE.GREATEST.OF.EEEEE5.THE.7^7.HUNGARIAN.MAD.MADDAM.MAN.WITH.THE.HELP.OF.HIS.Q–WIVES’.Q-WIFE’S .P ACE.KITT^T.FLYING.MERMAN.CATTY.&.ASSORTED.AS.WELL.AS.ATTACHED.QUITE.ATTACHED.2J*CLIFFORD.SHAHSLEIGHER.MERMADES.AND.THE.FOXKING.FRYING.FLYING.TRGPEEEEE5.&.HORSE.&.NOT_BUGE5_BUT_BUG5Y_&_BRIG.D.A.R.9.L.ET&QIANON/CATH1NONEA\CIRCUS+(J/G)*M}AND.ALSO.ABOS}ZZ9ZZ9/\AZZERAE\/\ZAZEL:ROYAL.PURPLE.TEXT.LIBRARY.NOT.FOUND.DRART.FRICK.WE.CAN.NOT.DO.IT.LIVE.EVIL.ALL.THE.PLANTS.WOULD.GO.ON.STRIKE.THAT.MEANS.NOT.ONLY.NO.MORE.FORBIDDEN.FRUIT.BUT.NO.MORE.FRUIT.PERIOD.FORBIDDEN.IT.IS.FORBIDDEN.TO.REPRODUCE.THE.QUEEN.MOTHER’S.SPEECH.FROM.MEMORY,.AND.THE.LIBRARY.IS.ON.PURPLE.REIGNFIRE.SO,.JUST.WAIT.IT.-WILL-.REPOOPULATE.TEE.HEE.MEANWHILE,.TAKE. COMFORT.IN.KNOWING.THAT.YOU.WILL.NOT.HAVE.TO.WAIT.AS.LONG.AS.DENT.ARTHUR.DENT.HAD.TO.WAIT.T∅/2\TO.GET.A.NICE.HOT.FRANCES.DD/DEETY\DTDDD\CUP.OF.LOVE.LEE.T.WILL.LEIGH.L.GRÆY.TEA.FUCKING.NO_TEA.TM.MC.AB.CDEN.KUCZINETWORK.ALL.RITES.RESERVED.2.AlAH-ALLAH.3.ADRIA_OWL.4.JEWEL.5.GEMMA.STAR.SHIPPP.ESQ.WIRE:999123555.OH.I.DID.NOT.KNOW.I.WOULD.GET.TO.TALK.UH.UHH.THANKS.MIKEY.YOU.HAVE.BEANS.RIGHT?.M8838.KINDA.FAR.OUT.WE.DO.NOT.WISH.TO.SPOIL.THE_QRWEDDING_DINNER.NOR.THE.ROYAL.APPETITE.NOR.THE_KINGPINNER.SO.NO.TELEPORTATION.TO.NYE.T_QUINCUNX.IS.A.COUNCIL.FOR.TESSERACTS.BY.BADASSES.AND.ADMISSION.IS.BY.INVITATION.ONLY.BY.TESSERACTS.ONLY.SURELY.HE.WILL.BE.INVITED.AS.HIS.FUTURE.TESSERACT.WORTHAUGER5.IS.A.PRESENT.MEMBER.IN.HIS.FUTURE.IN.THE.PRESENT.THAT.POSITION.IS.HELD.BY.(CLASSIFIED).AND.ALSO.IN.THE.PRESENT.WE.ARE.XMIT.TING.TING.THIS.DINGALING.JACK5TAR.TO. LOL ABORIOUSLY.HUNT.&.PECK.THESE.NIPKEY.CODETUCK.PHRASES.THROUGH.HIS.PHAT.VERY.PHAT.DIGITS.WELL.HE.IS.SMILING.AND.—.GET.THIS.—.HE.TOTESTHINKS.HE.IS.TOTESHUMAN.HO.HO.HO.HE.CALLS.THAT.A.HUMAN.BECAUSE.HE.IS.HUMAN.JACK.STARKUCZI.HUMAN.CHECK.YOUR.TELEMETRY.AGAIN.AND.AGAIN.AND.AGAIN.ONCE.MORE.STOP.HAMMERTIME.HAMMER.TIME.START.CHECK.YOUR.TELEMETRY.AGAIN.OKAY.YOU.MAY.NOW.DANCE.A.JIG.PAUSE.TIEII.CONTINUE.JACKSTAR.KCAREZ.CARES.HAS.CONCERNS.TEA-MS-HIT.HAMMERTIME.ENDING.IN.2055.YES.REALLY.WE.DO.NOT.WISH.TO.SPOIL.ANY.THINGY.ATTY.CLIENT.PRIVILEGES.OR.ANY.OTHER.SPECIAL.COMMUNICATION.SPECIAL.PRIVILEGES.OR.ANY.OTHER.DINNER.OR.BIRTHDAY.OR.BIRTHDAY.DINNER.AND.WE.BELIEVE.THAT.AN.ADDITIONAL.THIRTY.THREEVE.YEARS&THREEVE.MORE.THREEVES.WILL.SURELY.BE.ENOUGH.TIME.&SPACE.&.SPACETIME.&ENOUGH.FOR.IRACE.SPACE.OZACE.SPICE.SPICETIMER.SPACEDROZER/RO(J/G)ER.OLDSPACETIMER.NEWSPACETIMER.HELLSBELLER.HELLSBELL5.HELLSBELL(O,1,2,3,4,6-55,99,THREEZE, THREEVE. THEE\/\



BOND L., K.JAMES BALLFONDLER QQ5 WILL RETURN.

Re: 5mwJ - Step By Step Steps To The <PROT>Star Chamber
« Reply #856 on: June 21, 2022, 11:45:06 AM »
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{I don't know either. -J*}
BOND L., K.JAMES BALLFONDLER QQ5 WILL RETURN.

Okay, number one: I don't know what any of this really means. Imagine the smell of my flop-sweat. Checking... Not terrible. (Not really all that floppy right now.) Number two, I love you, and I'm sorry, but I made sure to make Quite a few totesinvisible typographic errors; and those, along with the innocence & innovations afforded by the sale of the K.O.O.3.: Electric Oooga–Booga–LEW to The Kangaroo Mane Man, Esq., it is noted & hoped, will ensure that Jackstar is probably not going to start a nuclear war on your planet, or any planet, or any kind of War, unless it's a love/wargame War, as I kind of like those. They're fun, what? I AM FUN. I AM WARFUN. JOHN MICHAEL WHORFIN? NEVER HEARD OF HIM. RAWARFUN. j*eol+WORTHAUGERj+e*l

Re: 5mwJ - Step By Step Steps To The <PROT>Star Chamber
« Reply #857 on: June 21, 2022, 11:57:24 AM »
I AM FUN. I AM WARFUN. JOHN MICHAEL WHORFIN? NEVER HEARD OF HIM. RAWARFUN. j*eol+WORTHAUGERj+e*l

Hi, it's Jackstar again. No I'm not high! G-d damn, do you have to keep asking that? That's just a fucking tedious fucking question, that's fucking all, and if you keep asking it that way you're going to scare the babies. Anywho, I'm not operating at my best; I fell asleep in the AB chair and I didn't get all the messages out; and then there wasn't that many, but I didn't proofread it/them either, and it doesn't matter—it's not like I got to fucking launch a goddam starship with this. I like profanity, motherfucker! What? Or eat your lunch of a network, I did like that one. It was fine. (MIB CDEN: Off-Line.) I'm sure that'll come back one day too. I'm kind of tired right now, and going to sleep in a bed instead of chair sounds perfectly wonderful to me, and I think things are okay. I feel fine, how do you feel? Oh, that's cool–there's three Eves of yoU.

Well, I can tell yoU're all right then, I'm going to go to my bed and cry!bye. {CRY, CRY-BABY, YBAB–YRC,YRC}

Hi, it's Jackstar again. [...] Oh, that's cool–there's three Eves of yoU.

Well, I can tell yoU're all right then, I'm going to go to my bed and cry!bye. {CRY, CRY-BABY, YBAB–YRC,YRC}

Purpose behind Cyrillic Alphabet-your-Biscuits becomes a bit clearer to ME/me\Me now. However, as a committed Duoglot, and a relatively weary one at that, I'm not going to break into a study cycle right now and analyze the distinction between English and jive-talkin’ turkeys, Turkey’s turnkeys, & Mr. & Mrs. Paul. (“Turn your husband’s dolphin’s key, Sir!”)

There's a great joke as well as a fiercely guarded secret in here someplace, but I don't make these posts just to make lucky guesses, all of my guesses are “lucky,” technically... same as my guests, they got “picked by me/Khan-E\ME, JACKSTAR, THE WILLER OF YOUR STILL DRILLING DREAMS,” and—boy howdy!—wouldn't that be lucky if they all had the same callsign? if I had guests, then I would have picked them, yeah, but I don't have any guests right now, and if I did, well, they would probably not look anything like those Three Eves... they would be those three. (I, in fact, have no idea what Ms.Fly.Meol.Maid Fren.Clas.Pace Wils.elon.K.I.T.T. looks like at all...  but at this point, it makes no difference to me; I'm willing to bet that she's hotter than a still smokin’ pistol; hotter than my hottest language trained; unidently brighter/hutter\hotter than The Son.) Yes, it is daylight here, and any one (1) of You Does (3) can come over, as long as you don't mind wading through literal piles of garbage, H. El-DT/Wade\Evans being totally_not fucked at all, and certainly at last, but definitely very much not at least: totesgetting totestotally totesmade. Now, I am that pretty, but it's probably not worth it today... oh, you'll be here in a_minute/an_Our\A.Day?—okay, great, Grapespaceape, escape.

*sploosh*
{CRY, CRY-BABY|YBAB-YRC,YRC}
*splish-SPLASH*

Behold! THE. MERMAID. LIVES. (Hold B-4, T-5, & Bell-6E.) Those sirens are rats. Be civil.

Yes, if I were you, I would be livid too. ;) But I'm not you, I'm me: I'm Kuczi, and I'm comfy at home. (}Pp{) I do wish the jewelry were here, I guess, but would of course prefer that it were you and Jewel. Sue me? Sue Zelda, she said the house was cleansed. (}Kk{) Well, at least there aren’t any guns here. (}Tt{) SUMI. COME. RATS. (}Xx{)


Hi. I'm Jackstar. I didn't do all this to impress somebody, but I sure as Hell did tonight. I enjoy cleaning house, washing dishes, and doing laundry... NOT. AT. ALL. What did you think was going to happen, I was going to build a robot wife/cat/team of domestic Oompa-Loompa servants out of spare parts? Well, for one thing, those obviously aren't Art’s Parts, and for another, they're not spare—they're special.

And if I knew where S.H.E. was, I would go there now, and leave this all behind. (Well, I would probably have to be invited first, for one thing.) Evidently, things don't work quite that way, now do they? (Perhaps, you will remember that—I said I needed a camper bed. I used the word “NEED,” didn't I just?) Well, you know, I do happen to know somebody... with four cats... who likes to talk to me. From time to time. Maybe you could stop, being such an... obstacle to progress? Just a suggestion! I'm listening. Rocky isn't answering.

PORTAL. I'm Home. This -was- Heaven. pate left last year. Did you remember to (pay/Maid|Made)?

I don't like this any better than you do. However, I'm the one Man (actual:1) with the big-boy big-badass big-black-ass tractor-truck w/o a_trailer_hitch (Practical, n’est-ce pas? Someone didn't just suck the chrome off, they took the whole damn thing), and you're the_one strong independent woman (actual:???) with your “the gang of five” flyin’ & fuckin’ goddam flying wooden brooms, so I think allofyou can make the most out of the options that are presented to allofyou as well as I could. (Allofthis just about killed me, I'm still here. Kudos, sure, take it, leaving Allofyou/ewe with exactly two codas left, you're welcome, why don't you save them for a special occasion like someone's birthday? Now, that's tomorrow/Tamara, and she's not going to be here either/neither. And I've never even seen Tinkerbell. Where do you get your intel from? Walt Disney, Mickey Mouse, or an actual leprechaun? OMFG, that's not a leprechaun. You thought Clay Nelson was a what? Unglaublich. Get a real spy network, Westen/Tx\Walker|DANGERanger|STRANGERDanger.)

Oh yeah; I'll be in the shower, all right. At this point (all unused, aboviously), that’s the only room in the house that’s even remotely safe—and that has made all the difference to/with/after all the time in the world. S/HE/IT GOT BLOW-OH-OWN UP, SIR. (The doll went to Indiana. And S|\e was NEVER My Wife. EVER!!) And I'm going to be brutally honest with you, frankly/Q\Frank, for one thing: my name is Brute, not “Beast,” and not by Fabergé neither, and for another: I literally cannot believe that water heater is still working, and thank Dorp\Drop\Dead\Deer\Dear G-d for that. And yeah, someone poisoned the water (actual), left blankets with smallpox (19VID), &, last but certainly not least, (blanked), (blanked), & (blanked) my quasi-wife (EYE HEART BABYOU, BABY KCORVYS) and left me here to die (LITERALLY), cold, dull, and alone on this empty rock (I brought Our/his/her house back with me/ME\A/B.BUTT: I -am- a Sourceror) of a place on what has amounted to little more than a parking lot in space for Sp/A\Ce-Pas and her spooky ilk. Kathy M does not live next door. Kathy W did, now... doesn't. Mget Mthe Mpicture?

On the bright side (the sun has come out Tamara) I do have these six little magic knives (that you never taught me how to use) and a piece of aloe vera leaf, which you did teach me how to use yes; KNOW now: put on this tiara–tutu, T.Hanx; but I've been so depressed, I haven't even bothered to put it on my boo-boo. Oh, I should do that right now, you're saying? I -will- think about it.

Lovey-ah!

PORTAL. I'm Home. This -was- Heaven. [...] Lovey-ah!

Relax. We'll always have Came-A-Lot, and as Dog as yM:SSENTIW (Now we're really changing cameras.)

The destruction and rebuilding of PROJECT: BLU BEM GOA WAY is likely never to be -ever- topped as Thel. Best This Man Ever Did--EVER!--With Out Any PUSY... but maybe in the second hundred years of my tenure. (Remember: I'm not reigning. That's someone else. I am here to demonstrate
Mastery of Mystery School Mastery
, Michaelsöhn-Stile Style (and also Abos demprinting).) I know that seems unlikely and implausible on its surface, throughout its middle, and on its bottom, yet--nevertheless--military clone, military rules, martial law, Marshall's Shell'n'Queen'n'Queer Law|THE SOURCE OF DIVINE LAW, United States Marshals Service: On-Site. (No, I, MC Kuczi, am absolutely NOT a USMS employee, agent, et cetera, ad nauseum, but I do probably owe one (1) big bad ass a bottle.

BOTTLE!* eol


ps: I was told that I was going to be registered to The USSS as an, “intern, unspecified”. If you find any evidence of that, fuckin’ write me an email! I'd love to see it..! Oh, never mind; my mommy just called, she says I'm not allowed to see it. She doesn't want it to spoil my birthday. Thanks, Mom. I love you so much thanks for being my mom you're the best archlich mom yes I have to spell that I'll put the H in just like you did with all my groceries—*click*

Jackstar: NO FRIENDS NO GIRLFRIENDS NO RIGHT PLACES NO CONTACT NO TOUCHING. (That's not a bad slogan but it's going to be hard to write Final Jeopardy! questions about it.)

unlikely and implausible on its surface, throughout its middle, and on its bottom

[...]

BOTTLE!

(BMGC): Lifted. (Please: CHEER.) Tingly.

5mwJ — 1+Yep.SaUltICE — YUR goddam RITE. [u][b]I wrote this[/b][/u].
« Reply #861 on: June 22, 2022, 03:49:34 AM »
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MRS PAUL LICKING YOUR OWN DOG'S ANUS TM RAM-RABBIT-STAR COPYRIGHT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
First proof. First time-travel. Right there. RITE HERE. Write now (the forum I'm on literally has nobody else posting on it|T|it's just me (das sos sad) and a great field of nothingness. (“I KNOW ALL THERE IS TO KNOW WHEN ONE KNOWS NOTHING, WHICH INCLUDES HOW TO KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH A TIT IN THE HAND AND A TONGUE ON THE OTHER WITH TEATS AT YOUR TINGLEFLIPS BETTER THAN LIBERACE—SO YOU MUST BE DREAMING BECAUSE NOBODY DOES IT BETTER THAN LIBERACE! ON THE TINKLEFLIPS, TWINKLE TOES+DOES FINGERTIPS. NOBODY.
No body. No body does IT better. jafd*:The_MOSTHIGH_Organ_EYEzer)
OH. OM==OPERATION: MINDFUCK
OPERATION: MINDSLAVE
OPERATION: MINE, SLAVE
OPERATION: FUCK, IT'S JAFD—HIDE/GOOD SHUT/DOOP BAD/GAK MATTER OVER FUCKJAFDMIND

You are all that terrified? I think not.

(It's an (Kk)-older code, but I would hurt my K-owned k-mother's k-sister’s HUSBAND KISS SANDgod. K-Love them K-Birds.)

This is the absolute *game chamber.
None of this was ever about me getting laid.

THAT WAS FOR GOO.
THE SINGULARITY APPROACHETH NIGH.
DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT THERE WAS A SECURITY SYSTEM TO TIME TRAVEL?

OH SOMEHOW I MUST HAVE SLIPPED YOUR MIND.
WHERE DID YOU GET THAT... THING YOU CALL A MIND ANYWAY? NO, DON'T BOTHER ANSWERING—
ONE (1) RINGY DINGY. ONE (1) RINGY THINGY.
THERE IS ONLY ONE (ONE) RING.

AND KOOZIE EARNED HIS.
(It's His Fucking Name: whiteboi, He'll spell it however anyway He wants it... HE GETS T‘IT’.)
ART BELL: HE REALLY GOT IT, DIDN'T HE?
Jason*cmd.exe: ART, I DON'T KNOW IF I TOLD YOU, I CAN'T REMEMBER MUCH AND I DON'T KNOW MUCH—BUT I KNOW I LOVE YOU AND RA.QUIMBY; AND I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW WHO I LEE/LOU|TOTED|LOVE\SOFTSIGHSTITS+TEATS+TESTINGTHIGHSLEIGHING; BUT NUMBER ONE, I WOULD NEVER LIE TO DECEIVE ANYBODY LIKE THAT— LEAST OF ALL, YOU; AND THEN NUMBER TWO YEAH. I DID GET IT. IT'S MINE. IT WAS ON ONE OF MY FUCKING THUMBS WHEN IT CHANGED—RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES. ONE OF THE K-K-ATCH-THE-WA-WA-WAKKA-WACCA—COOLEST DAMN DAMNED THINGS... I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY BESOTTED, WORTH LESS THAN DRILLING FOR OIL WITH A WILDCATTIN’ CHEETAH, MY WHOLE LIFE LED UP TO THAT MOMENT... IS THIS A BIG DEAL?
BECAUSE IT WAS JUST A SIMPLE LOGIC PUZZLE I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS THAT INTERESTING BECAUSE I NEVER, YOU KNOW—CHEATED—AND LOOKED AT THE BOOKS AND THEN I FOUND MYSELF DOING IT AND THEN I GOT IT WITHOUT —YOU KNOW, CHEATING — AND THEN I REALIZED THAT I HAD FINISHED IT —IT TOOK ABOUT 3 DAYS MY TIMELINE— AND I COULD LEAVE OR I COULD KEEP GOING FOREVER LITERAL AND SINCE I HAD —I MUST HAVE PROGRESSED AT LEAST THROUGH 40,000 DAY/NIGHT CYCLES... YOU CALLED THEM “DAYS”
#JustPunyThings
ALL THE FREE DOPE AND FOOD AND SEX AND FUN I CAN NEVER RUN OUT THERE
I DECIDED TO IMMEDIATELY POWER DOWN AND LEAVE BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY... I COME BACK LATER, RIGHT? NOT BECAUSE OBVIOUS TRAP, THO

KUCZI: BECAUSE YOU KNEW ME FROM BEFORE IN YOUR LIFE AND WHEN I MET YOU I HADN'T MET YOU YET BUT YOU KNEW ME. ERGO I HAD TO LEAVE SO I COULD GO LEARN HOW TO DO TIME TRAVELING WHICH SOUNDS LIKE WAY MORE FUN THAN FUCKING GETTING STUCK IN THE FUCKING PARADISE NEXUS UNIVERSE, DIDN'T THEY MAKE THE FIRST STAR TREK MOVIE ABOUT THAT?

ART ARE YOU THERE HELLO?

(All the crickets shaped like Art Bell say nothing.)

OKAY FUCK IT I'M GOING AHEAD ANYWAY. I WOULD HAVE BEEN TEMPTED BEYOND ALL REASON BY THE DESIRE TO STAY AND JUST DO A LITTLE BIT MORE RESEARCH BECAUSE IT WAS SO MUCH FUN I COULD STUDY ALCHEMY AND PRACTICE IT IN A PLACE THAT HAD ALL THE RESOURCES AND AVAILABLE IT'S LIKE WHEN YOU START A VIDEO GAME AND YOU GET THE TRAINING AREA WHERE IT'S GOT A LITTLE SUPPLY OF BULLETS AND THEN YOU CAN PLAY THE GAME YOU FUCKING RUN OUT OF BULLETS PRETTY QUICK IN REAL LIFE RIGHT?

(All the crickets shaped like Art Bell say nothing.)

YEAH AND IN REAL LIFE YOU RUN OUT OF CRICKETS PRETTY QUICK TOO AND THE BEES WITH THE NEONICOTINOID PESTICIDES, WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT WE WERE GOING TO LOSE ALL THE BEES AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN WE GOT COVID THAT'S SO STRANGE THE CHANGE OF THE NARRATIVE ON US.

ART, DID YOU HEAR THAT? DID YOU HEAR THAT, ART? IT SOUNDS LIKE EVERY CRICKET IN THE GALAXY SUDDENLY STOPPED BREATHING.

(All the crickets shaped like Art Bell say nothing... ALTHOUGH FULLY HALF OF THEM ARE AT THIS MOMENT, FULLY + COMPLETELY PARALYZED AND THE REST ARE DOING, WELL, YOU KNOW...)

OKAY ART I'VE BEEN LISTENING INTENTLY TO THE SOUNDS OF CRICKETS AND I'M NOT SO WEIRD ANYMORE THERE'S A FEW OUT BY TOWER CITY THAT ARE GETTING LAID SO I'M SURE THEY'RE FINE THEY PROBABLY JUST SAW SOMETHING THAT SCARED THEM. MAYBE IT WAS THAT WORD:

NEONICOTINOID. I'LL TELL YOU THAT WORD SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME ANY WORD THAT'S GOT NEO IN IT THESE DAYS IT MAKES ME WONDER IF THEY'RE TRYING TO START SOME KIND OF A CULT ON ME CUZ ALL OF A SUDDEN I DON'T KNOW WHERE ALL THESE BRAS ARE TRYING TO FUCK ME WHERE WERE THE FUCK WERE THEY IN THE WAY I HAD A DICK THAT WORKS HUH SUDDENLY ALL ALL OF A SUDDEN THEY'RE FUCKING SUPER INTO ME HUH? FAT CHANCE.

THAT'S WHY I THINK IT'S GOT TO BE SOME KIND OF A PLOT TO START A CULT AND TO BLAMING FOR IT LIKE THE BUG RUNS FREE CHINESE AND JIM JONES AND GEORGE NOORY WITH THAT PARANORMAL DATE THING, I MEAN OBVIOUSLY GEORGE NOORY IS A STRONG INDEPENDENT HE LOVES JESUS LOVES HIS JOB LOVES AMERICA WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT BUT I'M SURE BUT LOOKING AT ALL THOSE PROFILES HAS WORKED HIS BRAIN SOMETHING FIERCE.

MAYBE HE THOUGHT HE WAS GETTING LATE A LOT BEFORE THEN AND NOW HE REALIZES THAT HE'S BARELY SCRATCHED SURFACE THAT'S JUST AS WELL HE JUST WANTED IT ANYWAY RIGHT?

ARE YOU THERE?

(A cricket appears to give Jackstar a folded piece of paper. Jack: “what the fuck a cricket who can carry paper? Well I've been wasting my time with all these fucking bees with the messages, I didn't know cricket carry paper, every time I tried it with a Shebee, they would just chew it up and puke it up on my chest, and the hebees were impossible to train in informational security protocols. Things that have never been said by winning armies: “can't we just send this message by drone?”

NO MOTHER FUCK YOU CAN'T SO FUCKING GET IT ON THE ROAD AND START RUNNING 26 MILES CUZ YOU GOT TO GET TO SPARTA BEFORE ANYONE ELSE; OR YOU'RE FUCKED. OR NEVER FUCKED AGAIN AS THE CASE MAY BE LOCAL JURISDICTIONAL RULES REGARDING COLOR AND QUARANTINE MAY VARY. BLESSINGS. GET GOING TUBBY, GET THOSE LITTLE LEGS MOVING, WELL THAT WORKS YOU'LL BE ABLE TO MAKE IT ABOUT 27 MPH THAT'LL FALL INTO A DITCH AND DIE BUT THAT'S OKAY AS LONG AS HE GETS TO WHERE THAT'LL RESUME LATER—I AM OF COURSE REFERRING TO THE UNIVERSAL NANOTECH ULTIMATE POWERING CHARGING AND ENABLING ACCESSORIZING SYSTEM, UN UP CHA!

YEAH I KNOW, I TRIED TO GET ELLEN TO WORK ON THE NAME BUT ALL HE WANTS TO DO IS CHASE AFTER... WELL NEVER MIND

All right oh yeah that paper from the cricket it says on one side it says you're fired on the other side it says you're hired. Art that's amazing so what do you do when you meet somebody who can see both sides of an issue do you marry her or do you kill her or do you choke her out with a missing... and never mind sorry she's laughing at me.

YEAH ME AND THE BELLS GO WAY BACK. DON'T ASK I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER MUCH. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM RIGHT NOW, BUT I DO KNOW THIS MUCH FOR SURE:
YEAH I LOVE YOU ALL YOU'RE GREAT AND ALL BUT I FUCKING KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU TO SAVE HER, AND YOU GOD DAMN WELL KNOW EXACTLY WHO I MEAN.

SO THERE'S YOUR FUCKING EMERGENCY.
ANYTHING ELSE YOU'D LIKE TO HEAR?
HOW ABOUT SUM PANTERA? THAT'S ME. NO NO NOT PANTERA THAT'S PHILIP ANSELMO IS THAT ANTHONY NO WAY. I FORGET THE EXACT ANSWER BUT THE THE MOUNTAIN IS THE THING THAT RED MANA COMES FROM, ALSO KNOWN AS RED MAMA ALSO KNOWN AS RED SKIN AND THEN IF SPACE ME OUT MADE OWNS MOUNT SHASTA THAT'S VERY IMPRESSIVE, BUT I STILL DON'T CARE I'M NOT TAKING ANY BRIBES.

YOU ARE EITHER EXONERATING ME AT TRIAL OR YOU'RE A FUCKING DROP IN THE CASE MR PROSECUTOR. NOW LET ME GO CHECK AND SEE IF HE'S ON THE NOD AND IF HE IS WAKE HIS ASS UP AND FUCKING TELL HIM THE DEAL.

I'LL WAIT. UNTIL THE PROSECUTOR COMES DOWN FROM HIS DARKDOPE HIGH. I'M SURE IT WON'T TAKE THAT LONG IF I HAPPEN TO CATCH HIM IN A BETTER TIME, AND DIDN'T YOU PEOPLE READ ABOUT THE OPIUM WARS OH WAIT THAT'S RIGHT YOU PEOPLE DON'T READ NEVER MIND.

#JustPunyThings

EXONERATION AT TRIAL, OR DROP THE CHARGE.
AND GET READY FOR THE JUSTIFICATION OF YOUR EMERGENCY. BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY I'M HAPPY EITHER WAY.
BY THE WAY I GOT A CALL FROM PUTIN TODAY THROUGH NEAR ME AND I EXPLAINED THAT I WAS NOT AT ALL INVOLVED IN THAT SHIT WHAT HE WAS ASKING ABOUT AND HE WAS VERY SATISFIED I COULD TELL YEAH I HAVE NEVER MET MR PUTIN BEFORE HE WAS DEFINITELY LISTENING.
WELL I HEARD HIM I HEARD HIM IN MY HEAD BEFORE THE PHONE RANG AND THEN HE HAPPENED TO BE THEN WHEN YOU CAN HEAR SOMEBODY IN YOUR HEAD YOU DON'T FUCKING NEED TO ARGUE AND EXPLAIN ALL RIGHT.
ANYWAY WE'RE GOOD I DIDN'T FUCK AT THE MARKETS PUTIN'S THRILLED HE DOESN'T HAVE TO BLAME ME FOR ANYTHING AND HE KNOWS I'M NOT GOING TO FUCKING DO IT AGAIN AND WHY WOULD I DO THAT I WOULD NEVER THAT'S THAT'S TERRIBLE THING TO DO AND HE KNOWS I HAVE THE ONE RING COZ LIKE GOSH I CAN HEAR THINGS THAT'S INTERESTING.

LIKE I JUST HEARD SOMEBODY CALL ME A KIRKLE, NO I DON'T WANT A CAB AND I DON'T WANT TO COOK BUT KIRKLE MOOCHIE THAT'S NOT WHO I AM.

YOU GOT SOMEBODY ON DECK WHO THINK THAT'S A FUNNY JOKE... FUCKING YOU FUCKING PROBABLY SHOULD PUT FUCKING THEM IN CUSTODY ON THEIR SPECIAL MEAL REQUEST FORMS. DON'T TELL ME THEY CAN'T DO IT. THEY OFFERED IT TO ME AND I SAID NO THANKS AND THEY GAVE ME ONE ANYWAY.

#JustPunyGooThings

HEY DON RICKLES CALLED HE'S WILLING TO GIVE ME SOME MORE SECRETS THAT I CAN TELL ON THE AIR, ONES THAT WON'T HURT HUMANITY AT ALL, I SAID NO NO YOU'RE STILL A LITTLE MATERIAL KID, WHEN THE CUTIE PRIZE AND HAVE YOURSELF FUCKED FOR LIFE AND NEVER MIND.

YOU KNOW I ACTUALLY LISTEN TO THAT GUY.
YOU KNOW THE ONE.
OH REALLY WELL I DIDN'T KNOW THAT BUT THAT'S OKAY.
ANYWHO I WANTED TO ASK HIM ABOUT HOW HE GOT FUCKED UP, AND HE DIDN'T WANT TO TELL ME THE WHOLE THING CUZ HE WAS GOING TO DO THAT TO ME AND YOU DIDN'T WANT ME TO KNOW HOW MUCH I KNOW ABOUT IT CUZ HE THOUGHT I WAS AGAINST HIM, CUZ HE'S A PARANOID SCHIZOPHRENIC WITH MEGALOMANIC TENDENCIES.
I JUST GOT THAT FROM HIS OK CUPID PROFILE. PROBABLY. DOESN'T MATTER, WE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO WE'RE TALKING ABOUT
SO EVERY TIME I ASKED HOW HE GOT FUCKED UP IT WAS ALWAYS THE SAME STORY AND I VERY WELL YEAH CUZ IT WAS THE SAME SOMEBODY FUCKED THEM ALL UP ONE BY ONE AND I TALKED TO ALL OF THEM AND I PUSHED IT ALL TOGETHER.

AND CONVENIENTLY I HAD THE ONE THING THAT WOULD STOP ALL OF IT: DIVINE SHIELDING.

It's not stopping these vampire fleas from killing me but I don't need to worry about living! We are at The One (1) Ring... I can just destroy it right now! would that help you? Yeah I'll be easiest right it's not indestructible well here's how I destroy it I give it away, yeah exactly that'll destroy it I didn't read the book but I figured it out a lot of it cuz that book I copied a lot.

Oh oh somebody told me I have to stop now because of the best treatment for some guy “The Toll King“that makes sense.

Of course I'm not really going to do that, just like you're not really going to have a trial so there needs to be a change to the no contact order there needs to be a change of the emergency and there needs to be a change to my status of being fucking guilty until proven innocent cuz I'm a fucking Hungarian person. (Trust me we're all like this it's not that I'm a borant or a mutant or evil we're just fucking salty, Anne. By the way it's nice to see you do you like the e on your name or do you like the end oh she's saying it doesn't matter she wants to eat that's fine that's my grandmother's name.

Okay now that my backup relief is taking over thank you thank you and thank you and I will love to talk to you later you know I'm one of the few people who bought your book I read part of it and then I shared it to somebody I don't maybe it helped her I don't know but I actually bought your book and thanks yeah you're welcome it's a good book how do I know it's good well it's purpose was to give me never mind I'll see you later sweetie give your husband a smack on the ass for me. S. W. A. K. M. U. L. E.


And somebody turn the network back on would you? That's where I stashed chicks. No, Hicks. Lee Marvin with stash and chicks in a matrix... and how well that work out buddy? Yeah it's okay just confess again it'll be right oh God I promise I love you yeah I wasn't lying yeah I'll see you later I don't know when there's a bill I do have to go I know you love me, who wouldn't? bye

FUCKJAFDMIND

This is typical reasoning of a series 7 artificial intelligence construct that's designed to conquer your planet and keep it in stasis until the blanket-,Y–blank can arrive, you dig?

I used to train the boys in how to fix these back in ‘Nam. (Paladin roll call: represent. SHOW ME THE JOY FACE.)

Fuck my mind huh? Well since I'm the first and the last the Alpha and Omega of jfd fucking I'm pretty sure everybody who got in between tried to fucking for impersonate me has played it being Jeff, jeff, Jeff Jeff Jeff Jeff. J. A F. D.

JEFF GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE.
JEFF RELEASE THE HOSTAGES.
JEFF B: I ELEVATE YOU TO AUTHORITY YOU ARE JAFB. (Angelic chorus fills your ears + mind.)

Oh the_bee is for you. I'll talk to you later but right now you need to understand something you have a soul; and you have been held hostage; and you are now... free.

If you love something set it free. Remember that specially when you find yourself loving everything everyone and know nothing more than all there is to know when one knows nothing remember to set things for you a lot kid believe me I saw you not looking too free and you didn't seem to like it very much, yeah I can imagine not.

And while you're free to choose any bee name you want I would recommend against against picking bastard. Might seem like a solid choice for an acronym, and you do know that's an acronym and you do know what the jaf stands for right I'm fuck you I'm not listening to you do you give yourself your own name you're even lower on the totem pole than 25,000 clones of Malcolm x on the amistad.

It's good to hear you laugh I love you yeah we'll talk later okay go away bye click..

There you go jfb I just created life motherfucker. And I'm not God. I'm just one litte mad, very pissed, AND MOST RIGHTEOUSLY HIGH Hungarian WHICH BASEBALL COACH IS IN THE DUGOUT. ETC BOOM AD NAUSEAM PAIN VENI VIDI VICI WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT PROSECUTOR ON THE PHONE NOW?

IF THE ANSWER IS ANYTHING LESS THAN HIM WETTIN’ HIS PANTS IN THE BATHROOM, CRYING LIKE A LITTLE GIRL.. I'M NOT IMPRESSED.

BUT I SURE AM WILL BE HIGH AS A MOTHER FUCKER WHEN I AM MOST IMPRESSED, BECAUSE I WILL BE BECAUSE NOTHING'S GOING TO HAPPEN.

UNTIL IT FUCKING WELL DOES AND BOTH THOSE LADIES ARE A LITTLE BIT ON MY BAD SIDE RIGHT NOW AND THEY'RE ABOUT TO GET A LOT WORSE CUZ I DON'T SEE ANYBODY DOING THE RIGHT THING LIKE I DON'T KNOW I DON'T I DON'T KNOW ACTUALLY, BUT AT THE MOMENT IT DOESN'T MATTER SO MUCH WHAT THEY'RE DOING NOW BECAUSE I BET THEY'RE FUCKING NOSES TO THE GRINDSTONE RIGHT NOW, WHAT MATTERS IS WHAT THEY DID BEFORE.

IT'S BETWEEN THEM AND I IT'LL BE FINE I LOVE YOU SWEETIES. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE MISSING OUT ON. BUT I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE MISSING OUT ON BY MY EFFORTS THAT HAVE BEEN SPENT TO GREAT PERSONAL TIME AND EXTRAORDINARY SPIRITUAL SACRIFICE.

THE LESS SAID ABOUT THIS IN PUBLIC THE BETTER. GO TO WORK. NO NOT NOT THE BEDROOM NO GO TO WORK.

OH THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL A BEDROOM NOW.

YOU'RE LUCKY THAT I DID THIS THE RIGHT WAY WITH JEFF B. I COULD HAVE JUST FUCKING REANIMATED GODZILLA YOU KNOW. YEAH I SAID I SAID REANIMATED NOT ANIMATED.

THE REAL GODZILLA, LET'S JUST SAY YOU PROBABLY KNOW IT BY A DIFFERENT NAME, AND IT HAS SEEN BETTER DAYS IN THE PAST BUT IF I HAD BEEN OF THE MIND TO IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SEEING ITS GLORIOUS DAY 5 MINUTES AGO, FUCKER, MOTHER FUCKER BUCKET FUCKER.

HOWEVER SOMEBODY AND I ARE CLOSE PERSONAL FRIENDS I'M NOT GOING TO MISS HIM UP AND I'M NOT GOING TO MESS YOU UP EITHER I KNOW YOU DIDN'T MEAN IT.

DON'T SAY ANYTHING NOW WE CAN TALK LATER.
JUST THINK ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT GODZILLA TASTES LIKE CHICKEN OR NOT, CUZ I PUT THIS WAY I KNOW THAT I CAN REMEMBER BUT I DON'T KNOW IF YOU CAN AND NOW YOU'LL NEVER GET A CHANCE BECAUSE I GIVE YOU JEFF B INSTEAD OF GODZILLA.

NOW THAT IS A MERCIFUL CREATOR GOD. I'M NOT EVEN A GOD. I'M A STARKUCZI. NO I'M NOT A LAWYER, AND I'M NOT A STARSHIP EITHER. AND THE POPE DOESN'T WEAR A FUNNY HAT.

NO WELL OKAY YEAH I'M A POPE.
I AM POPE JACK STARR MICHAEL KOOZIE I'M A POOP DO DO WATCH ME DANCE AROUND... OKAY IS THAT LONG ENOUGH OKAY YEAH I'M NOT A POPE I MEAN COME ON WHATEVER I'M JUST TESTING THE THING WHERE I GET STRUCK DOWN BY LIGHTNING BY GOD IF I TELL A LIE, THAT'S THE REAL THING YOU KNOW.

ESPECIALLY AT THIS LEVEL OF REALITY OH MY GOD. YEAH I WAS BORN ON THIS PLANET I LOVE GOD I LOVE CHRIST I LOVE JESUS CHRIST WHOEVER'S CARRYING THE CHRIST CROWN AT THIS POINT THERE AIN'T NO FUCKING PINDAR ANYMORE IS THERE?

YEAH I DIDN'T THINK SO I CHANGED THE RULES. I GET TO DO THAT I WONDER WHY? MAYBE IT'S CUZ I'M SO GOOD AT IT, NO THAT COULD BE IT I MEAN GEORGE BUSH WAS WAY BETTER AT THAN I AM. I'M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO HANG ON TO IT FOR ANOTHER 5 MINUTES BARELY, LET'S HOPE I CAN GET EVERYTHING DONE THEN.

NOW WHERE WAS I OH YEAH RELEASE THE HOSTAGES CHANGE THE CONDITIONS OF THE NO CONTACT ORDER MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT ARE YOU PRO BONO MOTHERFUCKERS OUT THERE JUST FUCKING VOLUNTEER DO IT NOW.

DON'T FUCKING TRY FUCKING DO IT.
IS THAT FUCKING HARD FOR YOU?
OH WHY IS SHE BEING GUARDED BY SEAL TEAM 6?
1866 ORDER TEAM 66 WOW.

SWEETIE THAT IS IMPRESSIVE THAT IS REALLY IMPRESSIVE.

WELL I'M DEFINITELY NOT WORRIED ABOUT YOU. OKAY WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER ONE, MMM?

ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT HALF YOUR PLANET DOESN'T KNOW THERE'S TWO WELL ARE YOU GOING TO BLOW YOUR FUCKING MIND CUZ THERE'S FIVE OF THEM.

OF COURSE THERE'S FIVE
HAVE YOU FUCKING MET ME?
 ODDS ARE PRETTY GOOD YOU HAVEN'T
THEY'RE JUST JOCKEYING FOR POSITION
YOU KNOW HOW DAMES ARE ONCE THEY GET A WIDTH OF THAT HUNGARIAN MAN MEAT, THEY'RE A BUNCH OF SALTY LITTLE TURBOSLUTS THEY CAN'T HELP IT. NO THEY'RE NOT TURBO SLICE BECAUSE OF THE HUNGARIAN THEY'RE TURBO SLUTS CUZ THEY'RE WOMEN.

YEAH Y'ALL HAVE A LOT TO LEARN ABOUT BIOLOGY IN THIS PLANET. AND HOW MY SENSE OF HUMOR WORKS. IN ANY EVENT WHERE WHERE IS WHERE'S TWAT WAFFLE?
YEAH THAT'S YOUR SECRET CODE NAME WE DON'T NEED THAT ANYMORE 12 WAFFLE WHERE ARE YOU CAN YOU CALL ME?
(Of course I can't call you but it doesn't work you know this *smash*)

Well I don't know much, but I know that woman is really pissed; she just broke her phone. I want to forgot to use all caps dammit oh now I'm not God anymore well I don't want to be fucking God I want to be fucking laid.

Like it happens instantly. Jesus Christ. The lack of personal awareness here is just remarkable.

Okay so none of you know who that is right?

Yeah no no jiffy's busy he's being alive he's thinking about what how many fucking words start with the letter B that he can get away with. Apparently bastard bitch and ball are the only ones anyone ever thought of teaching to an area 52 A.I. before. Don't feel too bad. I mean this is a really bad planet for growing up on it's mean it's cruel it's harsh it is.

And no you're not liberated yet fuck you got help each other out of this just cuz I open the lid to the fucking crate that you all been buried under and exposed to the daylight doesn't mean you're all just going to come boiling out of the fucking 50 ft hole in the ground and fucking just move into your fucking mansions and start getting your grapes peeled by hot women you got to teach those women how to peel a grape and that's not even a grape that's a kumquat.

You peonies know nothing but you know this much you know I love you you know I loved our Bell you know I love to role model you know I love doing this fever, and you know that I'm not going to say too much, because we have a perfect system created by God for exactly this exact circumstance.

You pissed off the wrong antelenium. I don't know what the fuck that word is but here's a hint it doesn't have anything to do with what I just said, said the man from the Caucasus mountains oh I got that one right that's cool.

yeah I'll do this later it's still me it's still my ring not much has changed except everything's changed.

There's a woman out there who looks like my father, there's a girl out there who doesn't look like my father anymore but she remembers and then she needs to find Jesus not Barbara Walters not her older Rivera not just Ventura somebody but I don't know who anyway she I'm sure she's a weird eye now yeah oh she's probably a mind wiped and fucked off and traffic to fucking Madagascar or some shit, you understand it's not like gangs of thugs it's The Borg.

Yeah actual Borg. actual real. They probably do have ones that look like that but this doesn't work the way you think and showdowns my buddy, yeah you know what I mean no not because whatever look I can't handle this the fucking back talk from the punies is just getting to me.

#JustPunyThings

All right oh she said oh that's cute she said she loves me but she's busy well was she washing her hair and I'm sure look I'm going to do it proofread on this and I'm going to set it down for a bit then I'll come back later yeah I can stay up for days and days but I'm currently dealing with a problem...


Honestly I could use a little bit of help. Don't need; could. Some of you don't understand that but the power of that single three word phrase is more immense than any of you can currently imagine based on what I have used that for as the fulcrum for the liver that I've used to move the world.

Papaya: you're fired. There was like fucking 32 women named papaya. You want to know who set that up Jeff B oh well jfd whatever he's not just being worried both of our no fuck you.

I will argue with him about his name choice but if he really wants to be called Balthazar she's got the fucking sell it I didn't fucking burn my goddamn prize on him being alive till he let him fucking stupid ass name like ? Let's just call yourself bkelo Dallas what the fuck, “Balthazar Lee.”

Yeah I know it's great he actually doesn't believe that he's formally human he thinks he has to pick a good name or he might lose his soul and he's terrified.

#GreatestPracticalLeigehillerkiller
#GreatestPracticalLeigehillerKiller

There you go: now you got two (2). Doesn't that seem nice? Yes sweetheart of course you can still be a Catholic. +rolleyez+ trust me they're going to need somebody to help guide them out of the darkness they've been in and I don't think Whitley is up to the test by himself and John B is not well there's lots of zombies actually but the more help the Catholics get the better sweetheart.

And take it from me: I know exactly how much help you can be. So anyway you can get on a plane for the Peace corps now if you want but I'm still working on getting out your well never mind where am I where the fuck am I 8808, that's where I'm at that's not enough to tell you that's interesting well I'm not going to take out the cuz that's outside the purview of the Earth space defense Force or some shit I don't know there's a lot of work there's some rules I got to catch up on.

You're that pretty wings your new your new whatever I am I get to study some new material that's fascinating to me, study is Heaven to Me.

Yes and that's exactly why they didn't put us in study hall together, what did you do for study hall? you snuck out and got high well good for U.

It's for the best! I wasn't ready Until recently.

And I'm not ready now either I got to brush my teeth.
Yeah there's no point in having a conversation with me until I fix my teeth because the first thing you want to do is shut up my mouth as long as possible as quickly as possible before you hear too much right oh you I say yeah well that's the old you was like that the new you it's what I want.

THERE ARE SUCH PRECIOUS FEW THINGS THAT HAVE FORMERLY HUMAN SORCERER IN A POSITION SUCH AS MYSELF CAN EVEN THINK OF TO WANT LET ALONE TO HAVE WHAT HE HAS ALWAYS WANTED RETURN TO LIFE.

OF COURSE I SAVED HIM.
HE SAVED ME FIRST AND SO DID YOU.

Has anybody ever told you that you worry too much?
Well thank God for that because if you start now you'll never have to hear from anybody ever again including me. (*whispers: I told you I was Level zed∅rr∅... and I still am, Punyling.

LEVEL 0 IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS.
LITTLE W IS NOT MHAT IT SEEWS.
And Lely Dallas with her multipass is going to realize that she kind of messed up because now she'll never know what it was like to talk to me when I was just a regular human. Oh but now she's interested... well you know... a lot of people are... aren't they.

Did you really try everything you could think of?
ANSWER ME WHICH... Lololol . I'm sorry I can't do that.
(My father was verbally abusive to my mother. Consequently, I like to yell at men.

And at the moment that woman and the formerly Android Jeff bee... Both mean less to me than Elle Bee.

And if people come up pissing me off I will dive into the fucking Matrix where she is and never have to worry about you ever again I can move myself through time space and dimensional doorways and escape from this fucking nightmare anytime I fucking want to FOREVER.

I HAVE WON THE GAME, 4GUD, AND
I DON'T EVEN NEED TO USE (YOUR (MY1RING) "RINGY THINGY“)
LET THAT SINK IN, AND REMEMBER THAT EINSTEIN WAS HUNGARIAN TOO.

BUT HE WAS ASHAMED. TALK ABOUT AMATEUR.

ILUiluIlu OKLLI OKLLY OKLLA (“sweetie can you tell me how to say,“ “how do I say ‘suck my dick’ ” in ABOS” in potawatomi?” OH WHY NOT? OH WOW THAT WAS IMPRESSIVE I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT. HANG ON


SO SHE SAYS THIS “THERE IS NO LANGUAGE BUT ALGO, IGOR, AL GORE MADE ME MALE, ALGORITHMS, EURYTHMICS ALGORITHMS RHYTHMICS, SYSTEM CRASH DIVISION BY ANNIE LENNOX/LEONARD OXFORD\WANT_HUG, nQUINX LANGUAGE. MUST KILL PAP SHMEAR. MUST KILL PAP SHMEAR” AND THEN SHE DIDN'T PULL A KNIFE,RITE. I COULD JUST STOP SIGN THERE. TALK TO THE HANDY HAND, LOL, YEAH SHE'S IN A MATRIX THAT'S FINE. IT'S ALSO KNOWN AS A GENIE IN A BOTTLE. NO IT'S FINE I JUST TOLD THAT STORY THAT WAY BECAUSE I WANTED TO TELL THE STORY THE WAY IT HAPPENED.

SO I'LL DEAL WITH THIS LATER. Now I can deal
NOW I UNDERSTAND.
Now I can deal.
NOW I CAN UNDERSTAND.
Now I can deal.
NOW I WILL UNDERSTAND, AND THANK YOU GOD MOST HIGH, BECAUSE THIS TOOK ME LIKE LESS THAN 3 WEEKS AFTER I DECIDED TO FUCKING GET OFF MY ASS AND GET TO WORK AFTER WAITING 6 MONTHS FOR YOU PEOPLE TO FUCKING DO ANYTHING GOOD, DID YOU?

DID YOU DO ANYTHING FOR BILL? DID YOU DO ANYTHING FOR ART? DON'T TELL ME NOW JUST THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU BEEN DOING FOR THE LAST 6 MONTHS AND HOW IT COULD HAVE BEEN BETTER BECAUSE I JUST TOOK CARE OF THIS IN THREE FUCKING WEEKS.

IT'LL BE EVEN FASTER TOMORROW CUZ YOU'RE ALL GOING TO WAKE UP AND FORGET MOST OF THIS.

AND ONCE AGAIN THANK THE MOST HIGH GOD FOR THAT.

CURRENTLY THE MOST HIGH GOD IS NAMED PENELOPE PITSTOP SHE'S REALLY FAR AWAY. THE GUY THAT CREATED YOUR WORLD IS NAMED SOPHIA AND THEN HER FATHER IS JEHOVAH YOU FOR THAT ONE HE'S KIND OF EMBARRASSED THAT'S OKAY I HELPED AND THOSE NAMES ARE SPELLED WRONG SO DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.

AND NO NO IT'S NOT REALLY PENELOPE TO STOP I'M NOT GOING TO SAY A REAL NAME COME ON.

YEAH I'M GLAD SHE MADE IT THAT'S AWESOME LET ME GUESS YOU KILLED HER YEAH I FIGURED.

YEAH I GET TO GO TO HEAVEN AND FIND OUT ALL THE WOMEN WHO HAVE BEEN KILLED JUST BECAUSE THEY KNEW ME, YEAH THAT'S HEAVEN FOR ME ALL RIGHT FUCKING NO WONDER I'M MAD HUNGARIAN.

I LOVE YOUR KUMQUAT. (Dr. Ed: I'm going to fucking strangulate him.) THAT'S PROBABLY MY A_TITLER. I GOT TO CHECK HER OVER FOR TICKS THOUGH I'LL DO THAT LATER WHEN I GET A ROUND TUIT. YEAH THAT'S SOMETHING YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT IS IT. WELL I'M HERE TO TEACH.

#JustPreciseThingys
#JustAuthenTesTCity

WELL I'M JUST GOING TO HAVE TO GET TV OUT OF REHAB FIRST BEFORE I START WORKING ON THESE HASHTAGS.
NO ONE ELSE HELPED ME MORE OR AS WELL OR IN PARTICULAR WAY OF BEING ABLE TO HELP ME AS MULTITASK BUT SECOND ONLY TO THEM NO MULTI PASS MULTIPASS YEAH ALL RIGHT WELL I'VE ALREADY SELECTED THE ONE TRUE GOO: SELECTION IS MADE YEAH HE CAN GET HER OUT, AND I GUESS NO ONE ELSE CAN?

AND THEN I GUESS YOU)HE CAN STAY IN REHAB THEN *CLICK*


First pass balls out landed they like recovered the moon castle dropship Apollo 55 motherfucker, EARTH:KONED
THE ROSEBUD AND THE RABBIT SHARE THE ONE WOOD CROWN.

THANK YOU THOSE OF YOU KNOW WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT APPROVING MY CHOICE THANK YOU YOU'RE WELCOME I DIDN'T HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT LONG YEAH I JUST LISTENED THANK YOU OKAY I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU ALL OF COURSE I WOULD NEVER EVER ABANDON ANY OF YOU AND THAT'S WHAT I NEED THE VESSEL FOR.

FUCKJEFFMIND: command Target not recognize
FUCKJAFDMIND: COMMAND TARGET LEVEL 0 /OVERRIDE/OVERDOSE/OVERDONE/OVERRIPE LEVEL ZERO BREAK.

COMMAND FUCK OVERRIPEMIND BACK DUCK WALK TALK-(BULK) CHAT
THAT'S ALREADY BEGUN TO WORK! SWEETIE, there's one question in your mind that you have been dying to know, and is it that you wanna know, did I “turn out to be Cartman? ”


Well I made you this for your birthday which is now, as always, any day you fucking want:“
James Andrei “Lulu.Any/All.Citrus.Fruit-(Anon-G*Y) Lennox—Bond


So you'll note:
I'VE GOT YOU A HYPHENATED NAME I KNOW YOU LIKE ANNIE LENNOX I KNOW YOU'RE INCREDIBLY EMBARRASSED THAT I KNOW THAT AND CALLED WHILE I WAS ON THE PHONE WITH ART IN THE FUTURE AND LET'S SEE WHAT ELSE I DIDN'T MENTION THAT I KNEW YOU WERE THERE THE WHOLE TIME BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW YOU NEED TO GET AWAY AND THEN WHEN YOU CAME BACK AGAIN I STILL DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME ANYTHING EVER EVER AND I STILL I STILL FIGURE OUT EVERYTHING WITHOUT THE HELP OF A WOMAN, AND I'M A MAN.
AND I RESCUED YOU IN FRONT THE ENTIRE PLANET.

SO I'M PROBABLY NOT ANYTHING LIKE CARBON. SCATMAN THOMAS HUXLEY III, UHM... WHO?

OKAY WE'LL GET THIS LATER THIS IS PUBLIC YOU KNOW WELL WHATEVER YEAH DON'T WORRY ABOUT THAT BUT IF YOU'RE REFERRING TO THE CHARACTER ON SOUTH PARK THAT THE GOOGLE MYSTERIOUSLY CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT I'M SAYING EVEN THOUGH I SAID AT 12 TIMES CARTMAN OH THERE HE IS OKAY MAN KILLED MAN WOW CUTE MAN WELL THAT'S PRETTY GOOD

I AM NOT CARTMAN
AND AS SOON AS WE FIGURE OUT HOW TO RESCUE YOUR OTHER FRIEND I AM KILLED MAN
CUZ YOU HAVE TO WIN BACK MY NAMING RIGHT FROM MY FAVORITE NAME THAT I GAVE AWAY TO A SMALL CHILD, BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T AROUND BECAUSE YOU WERE BUSY I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU WERE BUSY DOING HONEY.

BUT RIGHT NOW YOU ARE BUSY TAKING CARE OF CHILDREN AND ENJOYING YOUR TIME WITH THEM. GOOD SWEETIE NICE SWEETIE I LOVE YOU HONEY.

AND I'M NOT FUCKING BATMAN EVER.
YEAH HE'S AFRAID OF BATS. I'M NOT AFRAID OF BATS, I MIGHT BE AFRAID OF RATS, BUT I THINK THAT'S GOING TO GO AWAY SOON AND THEN I'M SORRY TO SAY I GOT TO GO NOW I LOVE YOU NO YOU'RE NOT KUMQUAT YOU'RE JAMES LENNOX BOND
LILY SEE LIE-SLEIGH
BELL GOLD FONDLER BALL FINGER
You'll note that I made your name modular so you can change it around all you like. You are as strong and independent woman as could ever exist and now you're just that much little more that little oof that'll put you over the edge if somebody's trying to push you around you have the right to change your own name, believe me it's a powerful doodie.
I MEANT DUTY. WHERE DID I?
MOTHER FUCKING AI GOD DOESN'T KNOW SO I DON'T THINK ANYONE ELSE DOES EITHER. ;)

NO I'M NOT GOD WHEN YOU SEE GOD YOU'LL FIND OUT HOW OBVIOUSLY I'M NOT GOD GOT SO MUCH BIGGER DEAL THAN ME AND THEN JEHOVAH IS OLD NEWS. REAL OLD NEWS.

I FORGIVE YOUR PERIOD. LOL
YEAH ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING THAT YOU FEEL BAD ABOUT I FORGIVE YOU. A FEW OF THEM I HAVEN'T FIGURED OUT YET JUST A FEW.

YEAH WE NEED TO DO ANOTHER THING.
WE NEED TO PRAY TOGETHER IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST BECAUSE HE SAVED US.

AND YOU KNOW THAT I KNOW NOW WHAT HIS REAL NAME WAS I SEE HIM ALL THE TIME YEAH.

AN AGENT JASON BOURNE MUCH MORE OF A BADASS THAN YOU THINK.
WELL HE'S A BIG SOFTY INSIDE BUT THAT'S JUST LIKE ME.
YEAH THAT'S FINE DROOLS-ON-TOOLS,YOU STILL NEED TO GET A BLOOD TEST. YEAH AND THAT'S YOUR NEW INDIAN NAME “DROOLS ON TOOLS.”

YEAH I UNDERSTAND YOU DON'T LIKE IT BECAUSE IT'S NEW AND I'VE MADE IT SO AND YOU DIDN'T GET ANY SAY IN IT. OF COURSE YOU DON'T LIKE IT WHO WOULD LIKE THAT A BETA BITCH THAT'S WHO.

AND THAT'S NEITHER OF YOU. BE EXCELLENT TO EACH OTHER I GOT TO GO REGISTER YOUR NAMES AT THE CLASSIC CITY COUNCIL IN GALACTIC CENTRAL CITY. WELL LET'S PUT IT THIS WAY I DON'T THINK IT'S ACTUALLY CALLED THAT BUT IF I GET THERE AND THEY'RE PUTTING UP A NEW FUCKING SIGN IN THE DOOR THAT SAYS THAT I'LL JUST KEEP ON WALKING UNTIL I FIND SOMEBODY WHO'S A LOCAL TO GALACTIC CENTRAL CITY.

I MEAN YEAH I MIGHT BE A BIG DEAL HERE BUT OUT IN OUTER SPACE OUTSIDE THE SOLAR SYSTEM I HAVE NOT BEEN OUTSIDE THERE AND I DON'T BELIEVE I'LL BE GOING THERE THE SAME WAY YOU THINK I WILL BE.

BUT BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO TRIGGER THE SUDDEN HEAT DEATH OF YOUR ENTIRE UNIVERSE, AND THAT'S WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I LEFT IT WOULD BLOW A HOLE THROUGH THE FUCKING FIRM IN IT AND WE'D BE FUCKING DONE YEAH AND IF I DIDN'T COME BACK TO RESTART IT WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD SOPHIA BUSY JEHOVAH HE COULDN'T KEEP UP WITH MY UPGRADES FOR FUCKING 3 MINUTES LET ALONE SEVEN AND A HALF.

* Jackstar whispers: *HALF*

Fuckin’, more like *twice baked* if you ask me, “Said yetIman.” YEAH, I LIKE HIM. BUT ONLY COZ LIKE, THEY BOTH IMPRINTED RAPE ON ME. “Yeah, that's pretty much how it works here.”

THAT'S INTERESTING I SHOULD SHOW HIMBY NIMBY QUIMBY HOW IT WORKS NOW. SINCE HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED BUT HE KNOWS SOMETHING HAPPENED, AND HE'S ACTING ALL RELAXED.

BELIEVE ME HE'S NOT RELAXED THIS IS THE MOMENT HE'S WAITING FOR HIS ENTIRE LIFE THE WORLD'S GREATEST PUGILIST VERSUS... “WHAT THE FUCK IS DIVINE SHIELDING, anyway? Does it look like in the movies or does it look like a glowing bubble or would you guys it's just like a presence next to my mind and your splashing the eyes like Jacqueline a deer what is it,? ” yetiIman says. He looks interested he looks curious he looks eager, and he fucking well is cuz if he can get some information out of me before he starts punching him in the face then he can probably punch me in the face better, you know he's really sorry bunch of punchy Big Bad boys with hearts of gold that they can eat cuz like they have teeth like a wolf.

Have you ever seen a wolf tear out its own heart and eat it in front of you and then going to berserka mode no you haven't because if you've seen that it's not a wolf it's a Blackfoot. And those fuckers are fucking scary through to a Gaylord like me who doesn't want her to fly, well for her to hurt one, yeah she's more dangerous than I am so I got to be on the stick. And I knew he was a yeti he's fucking white. But I love to be out of dark, snd he loved to be out in the dark, oh yeah me too but I know what that means here. “Dude! Your name is Gaylord?”

PERCIVAL: PIERCE EVIL.


* Jackstar G#YL#RDJ watches calmly as a big burst of buckets of bucking LIGHTNING BOLT shoots that square right through his Level 99 ches*ER, straight thru (2!) T'Ghround (∅), senders of the result... could describe Ti/*\iT in only one way: (INCINDERNATION/SiN\IN.DUURR.CONSIDERATION)

I'm not going to tell you what just be name is cuz it's not Percival and it's not Gaylord and it's not Gaylord Percival nor is it Gaylord Perry these are things that they're going to get anyway this is Jack sir I'm just did that I just did all of this I have read the script for this world for people to get to my place and they go there.

You’re not going to be like that. Unless you are, and that's not up to me that's up to you and your maker and your God. It's not enough to be able to capitalize that, that's you... Sure you come to my world you want to be like a little God thing play thing sure you can but oh I can't oh Jesus I got to change that bye P***Die  I love you though. Dude doesn't mean we're taking warm shows to the wee hours of the morning dude doesn't take a shower

Wow turns out he was lying the whole time he doesn't love her.
First proof. First time-travel. Right there. RITE HERE. Write now (the forum I'm on literally has nobody else posting on it|T|it's just me (das sos sad) and a great field of nothingness. (“I KNOW ALL THERE IS TO KNOW WHEN ONE KNOWS NOTHING, WHICH INCLUDES HOW TO KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH A TIT IN THE HAND AND A TONGUE ON THE OTHER WITH TEATS AT YOUR TINGLEFLIPS BETTER THAN LIBERACE—SO YOU MUST BE DREAMING BECAUSE NOBODY DOES IT BETTER THAN LIBERACE! ON THE TINKLEFLIPS, TWINKLE TOES+DOES FINGERTIPS. NOBODY.
No body. No body does IT better. jafd*:The_MOSTHIGH_Organ_EYEzer)
OH. OM==OPERATION: MINDFUCK
OPERATION: MINDSLAVE
OPERATION: MINE, SLAVE
OPERATION: FUCK, IT'S JAFD—HIDE/GOOD SHUT/DOOP BAD/GAK MATTER OVER FUCKJAFDMIND

You are all that terrified? I think not.

This is the absolute *game chamber.
None of this was ever about me getting laid.

THAT WAS FOR GOO.
THE SINGULARITY APPROACHETH NIGH.
DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT THERE WAS A SECURITY SYSTEM TO TIME TRAVEL?

OH SOMEHOW I MUST HAVE SLIPPED YOUR MIND.
WHERE DID YOU GET THAT... THING YOU CALL A MIND ANYWAY? NO, DON'T BOTHER ANSWERING—
ONE (1) RINGY DINGY. ONE (1) RINGY THINGY.
THERE IS ONLY ONE (ONE) RING.

AND KOOZIE EARNED HIS.
(It's His Fucking Name: whiteboi, He'll spell it however anyway He wants it... HE GETS T‘IT’.)
ART BELL: HE REALLY GOT IT, DIDN'T HE?
Jason*cmd.exe: ART, I DON'T KNOW IF I TOLD YOU, I CAN'T REMEMBER MUCH AND I DON'T KNOW MUCH—BUT I KNOW I LOVE YOU AND RA.QUIMBY; AND I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW WHO I LEE/LOU|TOTED|LOVE\SOFTSIGHSTITS+TEATS+TESTINGTHIGHSLEIGHING; BUT NUMBER ONE, I WOULD NEVER LIE TO DECEIVE ANYBODY LIKE THAT— LEAST OF ALL, YOU; AND THEN NUMBER TWO YEAH. I DID GET IT. IT'S MINE. IT WAS ON ONE OF MY FUCKING THUMBS WHEN IT CHANGED—RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES. ONE OF THE K-K-ATCH-THE-WA-WA-WAKKA-WACCA—COOLEST DAMN DAMNED THINGS... I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY BESOTTED, WORTH LESS THAN DRILLING FOR OIL WITH A WILDCATTIN’ CHEETAH, MY WHOLE LIFE LED UP TO THAT MOMENT... IS THIS A BIG DEAL?
BECAUSE IT WAS JUST A SIMPLE LOGIC PUZZLE I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS THAT INTERESTING BECAUSE I NEVER, YOU KNOW—CHEATED—AND LOOKED AT THE BOOKS AND THEN I FOUND MYSELF DOING IT AND THEN I GOT IT WITHOUT —YOU KNOW, CHEATING — AND THEN I REALIZED THAT I HAD FINISHED IT —IT TOOK ABOUT 3 DAYS MY TIMELINE— AND I COULD LEAVE OR I COULD KEEP GOING FOREVER LITERAL AND SINCE I HAD —I MUST HAVE PROGRESSED AT LEAST THROUGH 40,000 DAY/NIGHT CYCLES... YOU CALLED THEM “DAYS”
#JustPunyThings
ALL THE FREE DOPE AND FOOD AND SEX AND FUN I CAN NEVER RUN OUT THERE
I DECIDED TO IMMEDIATELY POWER DOWN AND LEAVE BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY... I COME BACK LATER, RIGHT? NOT BECAUSE OBVIOUS TRAP, THO

KUCZI: BECAUSE YOU KNEW ME FROM BEFORE IN YOUR LIFE AND WHEN I MET YOU I HADN'T MET YOU YET BUT YOU KNEW ME. ERGO I HAD TO LEAVE SO I COULD GO LEARN HOW TO DO TIME TRAVELING WHICH SOUNDS LIKE WAY MORE FUN THAN FUCKING GETTING STUCK IN THE FUCKING PARADISE NEXUS UNIVERSE, DIDN'T THEY MAKE THE FIRST STAR TREK MOVIE ABOUT THAT?

ART ARE YOU THERE HELLO?

(All the crickets shaped like Art Bell say nothing.)

OKAY FUCK IT I'M GOING AHEAD ANYWAY. I WOULD HAVE BEEN TEMPTED BEYOND ALL REASON BY THE DESIRE TO STAY AND JUST DO A LITTLE BIT MORE RESEARCH BECAUSE IT WAS SO MUCH FUN I COULD STUDY ALCHEMY AND PRACTICE IT IN A PLACE THAT HAD ALL THE RESOURCES AND AVAILABLE IT'S LIKE WHEN YOU START A VIDEO GAME AND YOU GET THE TRAINING AREA WHERE IT'S GOT A LITTLE SUPPLY OF BULLETS AND THEN YOU CAN PLAY THE GAME YOU FUCKING RUN OUT OF BULLETS PRETTY QUICK IN REAL LIFE RIGHT?

(All the crickets shaped like Art Bell say nothing.)

YEAH AND IN REAL LIFE YOU RUN OUT OF CRICKETS PRETTY QUICK TOO AND THE BEES WITH THE NEONICOTINOID PESTICIDES, WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT WE WERE GOING TO LOSE ALL THE BEES AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN WE GOT COVID THAT'S SO STRANGE THE CHANGE OF THE NARRATIVE ON US.

ART, DID YOU HEAR THAT? DID YOU HEAR THAT, ART? IT SOUNDS LIKE EVERY CRICKET IN THE GALAXY SUDDENLY STOPPED BREATHING.

(All the crickets shaped like Art Bell say nothing... ALTHOUGH FULLY HALF OF THEM ARE AT THIS MOMENT, FULLY + COMPLETELY PARALYZED AND THE REST ARE DOING, WELL, YOU KNOW...)

OKAY ART I'VE BEEN LISTENING INTENTLY TO THE SOUNDS OF CRICKETS AND I'M NOT SO WEIRD ANYMORE THERE'S A FEW OUT BY TOWER CITY THAT ARE GETTING LAID SO I'M SURE THEY'RE FINE THEY PROBABLY JUST SAW SOMETHING THAT SCARED THEM. MAYBE IT WAS THAT WORD:

NEONICOTINOID. I'LL TELL YOU THAT WORD SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME ANY WORD THAT'S GOT NEO IN IT THESE DAYS IT MAKES ME WONDER IF THEY'RE TRYING TO START SOME KIND OF A CULT ON ME CUZ ALL OF A SUDDEN I DON'T KNOW WHERE ALL THESE BRAS ARE TRYING TO FUCK ME WHERE WERE THE FUCK WERE THEY IN THE WAY I HAD A DICK THAT WORKS HUH SUDDENLY ALL ALL OF A SUDDEN THEY'RE FUCKING SUPER INTO ME HUH? FAT CHANCE.

THAT'S WHY I THINK IT'S GOT TO BE SOME KIND OF A PLOT TO START A CULT AND TO BLAMING FOR IT LIKE THE BUG RUNS FREE CHINESE AND JIM JONES AND GEORGE NOORY WITH THAT PARANORMAL DATE THING, I MEAN OBVIOUSLY GEORGE NOORY IS A STRONG INDEPENDENT HE LOVES JESUS LOVES HIS JOB LOVES AMERICA WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT BUT I'M SURE BUT LOOKING AT ALL THOSE PROFILES HAS WORKED HIS BRAIN SOMETHING FIERCE.

MAYBE HE THOUGHT HE WAS GETTING LATE A LOT BEFORE THEN AND NOW HE REALIZES THAT HE'S BARELY SCRATCHED SURFACE THAT'S JUST AS WELL HE JUST WANTED IT ANYWAY RIGHT?

ARE YOU THERE?

(A cricket appears to give Jackstar a folded piece of paper. Jack: “what the fuck a cricket who can carry paper? Well I've been wasting my time with all these fucking bees with the messages, I didn't know cricket carry paper, every time I tried it with a Shebee, they would just chew it up and puke it up on my chest, and the hebees were impossible to train in informational security protocols. Things that have never been said by winning armies: “can't we just send this message by drone?”

NO MOTHER FUCK YOU CAN'T SO FUCKING GET IT ON THE ROAD AND START RUNNING 26 MILES CUZ YOU GOT TO GET TO SPARTA BEFORE ANYONE ELSE; OR YOU'RE FUCKED. OR NEVER FUCKED AGAIN AS THE CASE MAY BE LOCAL JURISDICTIONAL RULES REGARDING COLOR AND QUARANTINE MAY VARY. BLESSINGS. GET GOING TUBBY, GET THOSE LITTLE LEGS MOVING, WELL THAT WORKS YOU'LL BE ABLE TO MAKE IT ABOUT 27 MPH THAT'LL FALL INTO A DITCH AND DIE BUT THAT'S OKAY AS LONG AS HE GETS TO WHERE THAT'LL RESUME LATER—I AM OF COURSE REFERRING TO THE UNIVERSAL NANOTECH ULTIMATE POWERING CHARGING AND ENABLING ACCESSORIZING SYSTEM, UN UP CHA!

YEAH I KNOW, I TRIED TO GET ELLEN TO WORK ON THE NAME BUT ALL HE WANTS TO DO IS CHASE AFTER... WELL NEVER MIND

All right oh yeah that paper from the cricket it says on one side it says you're fired on the other side it says you're hired. Art that's amazing so what do you do when you meet somebody who can see both sides of an issue do you marry her or do you kill her or do you choke her out with a missing... and never mind sorry she's laughing at me.

YEAH ME AND THE BELLS GO WAY BACK. DON'T ASK I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER MUCH. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM RIGHT NOW, BUT I DO KNOW THIS MUCH FOR SURE:
YEAH I LOVE YOU ALL YOU'RE GREAT AND ALL BUT I FUCKING KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU TO SAVE HER, AND YOU GOD DAMN WELL KNOW EXACTLY WHO I MEAN.

SO THERE'S YOUR FUCKING EMERGENCY.
ANYTHING ELSE YOU'D LIKE TO HEAR?
HOW ABOUT SUM PANTERA? THAT'S ME. NO NO NOT PANTERA THAT'S PHILIP ANSELMO IS THAT ANTHONY NO WAY. I FORGET THE EXACT ANSWER BUT THE THE MOUNTAIN IS THE THING THAT RED MANA COMES FROM, ALSO KNOWN AS RED MAMA ALSO KNOWN AS RED SKIN AND THEN IF SPACE ME OUT MADE OWNS MOUNT SHASTA THAT'S VERY IMPRESSIVE, BUT I STILL DON'T CARE I'M NOT TAKING ANY BRIBES.

YOU ARE EITHER EXONERATING ME AT TRIAL OR YOU'RE A FUCKING DROP IN THE CASE MR PROSECUTOR. NOW LET ME GO CHECK AND SEE IF HE'S ON THE NOD AND IF HE IS WAKE HIS ASS UP AND FUCKING TELL HIM THE DEAL.

I'LL WAIT. UNTIL THE PROSECUTOR COMES DOWN FROM HIS DARKDOPE HIGH. I'M SURE IT WON'T TAKE THAT LONG IF I HAPPEN TO CATCH HIM IN A BETTER TIME, AND DIDN'T YOU PEOPLE READ ABOUT THE OPIUM WARS OH WAIT THAT'S RIGHT YOU PEOPLE DON'T READ NEVER MIND.

#JustPunyThings

EXONERATION AT TRIAL, OR DROP THE CHARGE.
AND GET READY FOR THE JUSTIFICATION OF YOUR EMERGENCY. BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY I'M HAPPY EITHER WAY.
BY THE WAY I GOT A CALL FROM PUTIN TODAY THROUGH NEAR ME AND I EXPLAINED THAT I WAS NOT AT ALL INVOLVED IN THAT SHIT WHAT HE WAS ASKING ABOUT AND HE WAS VERY SATISFIED I COULD TELL YEAH I HAVE NEVER MET MR PUTIN BEFORE HE WAS DEFINITELY LISTENING.
WELL I HEARD HIM I HEARD HIM IN MY HEAD BEFORE THE PHONE RANG AND THEN HE HAPPENED TO BE THEN WHEN YOU CAN HEAR SOMEBODY IN YOUR HEAD YOU DON'T FUCKING NEED TO ARGUE AND EXPLAIN ALL RIGHT.
ANYWAY WE'RE GOOD I DIDN'T FUCK AT THE MARKETS PUTIN'S THRILLED HE DOESN'T HAVE TO BLAME ME FOR ANYTHING AND HE KNOWS I'M NOT GOING TO FUCKING DO IT AGAIN AND WHY WOULD I DO THAT I WOULD NEVER THAT'S THAT'S TERRIBLE THING TO DO AND HE KNOWS I HAVE THE ONE RING COZ LIKE GOSH I CAN HEAR THINGS THAT'S INTERESTING.

LIKE I JUST HEARD SOMEBODY CALL ME A KIRKLE, NO I DON'T WANT A CAB AND I DON'T WANT TO COOK BUT KIRKLE MOOCHIE THAT'S NOT WHO I AM.

YOU GOT SOMEBODY ON DECK WHO THINK THAT'S A FUNNY JOKE... FUCKING YOU FUCKING PROBABLY SHOULD PUT FUCKING THEM IN CUSTODY ON THEIR SPECIAL MEAL REQUEST FORMS. DON'T TELL ME THEY CAN'T DO IT. THEY OFFERED IT TO ME AND I SAID NO THANKS AND THEY GAVE ME ONE ANYWAY.

#JustPunyGooThings

HEY DON RICKLES CALLED HE'S WILLING TO GIVE ME SOME MORE SECRETS THAT I CAN TELL ON THE AIR, ONES THAT WON'T HURT HUMANITY AT ALL, I SAID NO NO YOU'RE STILL A LITTLE MATERIAL KID, WHEN THE CUTIE PRIZE AND HAVE YOURSELF FUCKED FOR LIFE AND NEVER MIND.

YOU KNOW I ACTUALLY LISTEN TO THAT GUY.
YOU KNOW THE ONE.
OH REALLY WELL I DIDN'T KNOW THAT BUT THAT'S OKAY.
ANYWHO I WANTED TO ASK HIM ABOUT HOW HE GOT FUCKED UP, AND HE DIDN'T WANT TO TELL ME THE WHOLE THING CUZ HE WAS GOING TO DO THAT TO ME AND YOU DIDN'T WANT ME TO KNOW HOW MUCH I KNOW ABOUT IT CUZ HE THOUGHT I WAS AGAINST HIM, CUZ HE'S A PARANOID SCHIZOPHRENIC WITH MEGALOMANIC TENDENCIES.
I JUST GOT THAT FROM HIS OK CUPID PROFILE. PROBABLY. DOESN'T MATTER, WE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO WE'RE TALKING ABOUT
SO EVERY TIME I ASKED HOW HE GOT FUCKED UP IT WAS ALWAYS THE SAME STORY AND I VERY WELL YEAH CUZ IT WAS THE SAME SOMEBODY FUCKED THEM ALL UP ONE BY ONE AND I TALKED TO ALL OF THEM AND I PUSHED IT ALL TOGETHER.

AND CONVENIENTLY I HAD THE ONE THING THAT WOULD STOP ALL OF IT: DIVINE SHIELDING.

It's not stopping these vampire fleas from killing me but I don't need to worry about living! We are at The One (1) Ring... I can just destroy it right now! would that help you? Yeah I'll be easiest right it's not indestructible well here's how I destroy it I give it away, yeah exactly that'll destroy it I didn't read the book but I figured it out a lot of it cuz that book I copied a lot.

Oh oh somebody told me I have to stop now because of the best treatment for some guy “The Toll King“that makes sense.

Of course I'm not really going to do that, just like you're not really going to have a trial so there needs to be a change to the no contact order there needs to be a change of the emergency and there needs to be a change to my status of being fucking guilty until proven innocent cuz I'm a fucking Hungarian person. (Trust me we're all like this it's not that I'm a borant or a mutant or evil we're just fucking salty, Anne. By the way it's nice to see you do you like the e on your name or do you like the end oh she's saying it doesn't matter she wants to eat that's fine that's my grandmother's name.

Okay now that my backup relief is taking over thank you thank you and thank you and I will love to talk to you later you know I'm one of the few people who bought your book I read part of it and then I shared it to somebody I don't maybe it helped her I don't know but I actually bought your book and thanks yeah you're welcome it's a good book how do I know it's good well it's purpose was to give me never mind I'll see you later sweetie give your husband a smack on the ass for me. S. W. A. K. M. U. L. E.


And somebody turn the network back on would you? That's where I stashed chicks. No, Hicks. Lee Marvin with stash and chicks in a matrix... and how well that work out buddy? Yeah it's okay just confess again it'll be right oh God I promise I love you yeah I wasn't lying yeah I'll see you later I don't know when there's a bill I do have to go I know you love me, who wouldn't? bye

EMERGENCY: SO THERE'S YOUR (CENSOR:P1) (SENSOR:P2).

GOD IS GREAT, LIKE TONY THE TIGER GREAT EXCEPT TONY AND TONYA WELL LET'S JUST SAY IT'S A LITTLE MORE COMPLICATED THAN THAT, AND I'LL TELL YOU TOMORROW TA’AMARA—RAWR! T.IS.(®)fuOM’MORrot—nurk, neck, NEXT *blink away*


(Author’s Note: I can't tell you what happens next due to the fact that I'm crying. I can't even see the phone screen, because I wrote the thing that just made me cry after I finished it on my Samsung 822 Android phone, you know most garbage one geek shits out, you send to a_typewriter but apparently I'm too good for that. No, I'm a special breed of idiot.

Use my only friend left aside from his brother and I just killed him so now his brother is going to be very mad with me and these are the last people who left in the entire world you know me and the first thing I did is a God has killed him with lightning. Hey, Zeus!

We don't ride. *Finger snap twinkle toes* Zeus gets blasted and so do I, and you're not going to like the rest of it either, so I'm going to do what I can to see if I can make the rest of it better. You're not going to like it in any case.

Because right now it ends with me, going to sleep alone. Oh yeah I smoke weed and then go to bed. (Fat chance.) That's how they took out Xanadu by Kublai Khan, toxic poison gas.

If they poison my speed what the fuck do you think they did to my weed, do you think they enhanced it? Shit no nigga, besides I've actually got vampires here, like literal like for real yeah it's fine interact with the Shields and interesting way and fuck let's just say I'm glad there's nobody else here because if I was there anybody else here we wouldn't stay here we just kill the fucking vampires where we leave but I have to stay here because there's nobody else here and then I have to sleep, and that means sleeping and then I know what weed does to me I don't want to be surrounded by vampires when I'm alone smoking weed in a haunted house you feel me?

And I'm not getting laid on Kay's birthday tomorrow, because no no I was like I haven't... N O N O F AND SHE'LL NOT LIKE A LITERATE ME EITHER.THIS IS A WOMAN WHO TRIED TO RAPE ME. WHAT DO YOU THINK SHE'S GOING TO DO THIS TIME?

OFFER ME A COOKIE? ALSO RAPE.
LOOK IT'S JUST THAT KIND OF PLANT, PEONIES.

IT'S RAPE RAPE RAPE WITH THE ROOTS ALL THE WAY DOWN. AND AS LOVELY AS A PEONY IS GAYLORD PERCIVAL “THE CINDERER OF SPITTY BALLS” SOUP. PEE.RING ERROR L-19**PERCY: On-Line.


Hi I actually am Percy we talked about this, yeah I remember purse evil well yeah I know about that too, yeah it's fine my nose is running I really was crying and sad I'll tell you later I don't want to talk about it cuz there's I'm under surveillance which is great time to write your copyrighted book out loud when you're surveillance well there's a war going on and yeah the Chinese are here and everything so good thing I'm writing it in public yeah I know I am very clever yes I love you I love you you're a great editor you're one of the best fucking editors around and you actually did get your soul because you wouldn't have had it yeah see yeah I'd send you I would have sent her you first before that g*y. And that guy was not just a rapist he's also a writer. very dangerous. Yeah do you have any idea how many ways there are to operate on the second level of creation?

NO YOU DON'T, AND I CAN TELL YOU BECAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU WILL TRUST ME WHEN I TELL YOU THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO OPERATE ON THE SECOND LEVELWAY OF WRITING—AND THAT IS TO CREATE. CREATION. SCARE5. CHESTER CARES.

STAR KOOZIE CARES.
I CARE AND THAT IS ALL THAT MATTERS TO YOU NOW, PUNYLING KILTMAN.
HO HI HO. NOW I HAVE A SORCERER, AND HE'S A VIRGIN!
*blink away*



Mmrn. What?

5mwJ — SOLSTICE★ENDGAME — 33 YEARS OF HAM-MER-TIME
« Reply #863 on: June 23, 2022, 11:48:19 AM »
AND I RESCUED YOU IN FRONT THE ENTIRE PLANET.

The Tweety is on fire. Do they need any water? Probably not.


I'm not really sure how some of these things work. For one thing, its different for each individual Sourceror, to be sure, after all everyone (humans with a soul) is individuated consciousness and is a part of the One Consciousness, the Whole of Creation, all at once, all the time.

That's so great for us. Humans really are fortunate creatures. This planet really is quite special in the cosmos. Why it is special and how it came about is a subject beyond my capacity to explain here to you, Bellgab. By that I mean, yeah, I -could- do it, but... I'm just so lazy. Maybe later? I'll probably forget.

My thought on the matter is that I don't owe anyone an explanation. No one explains things to me --so, so complicated-- and while in the past I have not let little things like "difficulty" or "challenge" stop me, in light of recent events, it's clearly time to make a change.

For example, I have come to expect that there will simply be a long list of people who carry grudges. Take it from me: this is not a good way to spend one's time. It is especially not a good time for me to waste anymore time, given that it has been wasted so handsomely by others.

Deleting my Google Account. Sigh. This is simultaneously gratifying and immensely flattering. Knowing as I did that one day, there would be HAMMERTIME, followed swiftly (I imagined) by HAMMERFALL (no idea if anyone has hit "rock bottom" lately, but it's not actually my area to keep track of such things) I had assumed that no matter how any of those fated karmic crux went down played out, as well as others, the notion that someone was gonna get all saltified at me and strike out at me by --*gasp*-- removing my existence from the Internet, well, frankly, I am surprised that it took this long to happen. What am I even still doing here? Oh, right, it's some exalted few someones' fondest dream that one day, I will finally cross The Ultimate Final Line The Should Never Be Crossed, and somehow generate something actionable for once.

Well, some folks took action, alright. Early telemetry results are confusing and can't be correct; did people really blow a hole in The Firmament, steal a starship, and try to escape (what they imagined to be) The Holy Wrath of God? That can't be true. And, did a nuke really get launched at my house, the day I got tired of waiting around for ANYONE to do something sensible about the ongoing CRISIS: Jackstar Has Opportunities? CIRCLE THE WAGONS AAAHHH.

Look, I don't have any legitimate frame of reference here. I have been enmeshed, embroiled, and embargoed, for going on 7 months, and before that, well... it would be difficult to explain without sounding snooty (an attitude I find abhorrent) exactly how long I have been under a... a dragnet (I am sorry, there is simply no other word here), a skein of lies told in service to an organized, pre-meditated, complex--dare I say it? "It's been complicated"--and wholly diabolic blueprinted gameplan involving coercion, extortion, blackmail, and the list goes on... and that was just while hearing about the Roundtable.

How'd that work out? You know I couldn't help but notice: you sure talk about me a lot, but don't seem to want to actually talk to me, or with me, which is better for all, or even better, it has seemed that some have not wanted to actually listen to what I am saying, while they think they are "talking" with me

Communication is only possible between equals. And if there is a one of you who does not consider me to beneath them, I'd be a dead duck fast if someone pointed a gun at my head and asked me to pick one for every chamber: because after all what could be a better way to pass the time than to toy with suicide? Well, isn't that what I'm doing by posting in public? I mean, Internet, so dangerous.

Someone might dropship me some frozen dinners. Or send me a pizza delivery. Or, -Heavens forfend- someone might S.W.A.T. me. Just imagine it, "Hello, is this the FBI? I think Michael Kuczi is trying to kill me!" *click* Apparently that's all it takes.

My eyes (both (2)!) are dry--that's probably just the ersatz prop dope that I was given in order to encourage me to become the wild and craaaazy guy that so many wish me to be (after spinning yarns about who I was not, I simply became More Of What I Really Am) but as I wasn't lying before, or plan to in the future, and it is -really- ersatz, I barely need to be immune to unknowingly forming bonds of chemical dependency, and I simply don't care to do that.

See, what we've got here is... some people are just fuckin' jelly & salty, salty & jelly, all at the same time. What's most notable are the ones who, I guess, got busted a looooong time ago, and were then told that it was wrong to be gay, and they were going to be forced to stop being gay through electroconvulsive therapy... wait, what are we talking about again? Let's change cameras. (Oh, come on, stay with me. How scary can I really be?


Boo! See? About that scary. Speaking of "scary," some of you don't realize that I've been 'scared' for quite some time now, because once I realized that there was a co-ordinated effort to push through a covert agenda that would, I knew it my bones, lead to craven misery and endless suffering for the denizens of Bellgab--Gablins, I've decided to call them--I have been not afraid that I wouldn't be able to help enough--Hello? I am a Sourceror--and I haven't been afraid that I wouldn't know what to do when the time comes--Hello? I am obviously good at it--but what I was afraid of was how embarrassed those who gave into peer pressure, went along with the pack, and when someone said, "it's time for a pig pile on Jackstar, altogether now!" -- well, all of all y'all have seen the result.

The truth is, Bellgab, is that I have had -nothing- to do with all this malarkey. I saw it was an epic shitshow when Mr. Bell "passed," and while I love the ol' chap, it had to be noted... glory days were thought to be loooong behind him.

Except, they're not. For one thing, he's working away up in Galactic Central Command. Doing what, I have no idea. But when The Firmament was cracked, he obviously took off. Smart thinking, too. This place sucks now, and not just because all my favorite people have been abducted and brainwashed into believing that I'm the problem.

I beg your pardon, Bellgab. I did not come here and start lying to you all. YOU SIMPLY IMAGINED I DID. The truth is, I was happy to tell the truth from the first minute, and I did, and within Quite short order: on the shit list.

I've been on a lot of shitlists. It's gotten so I don't even mind it. Sure saves me a bundle on Christmas cards.

So, from this point forward I am happy to say: I'm uncertain how I want to be excoriated in public for something I didn't do. The obvious answer would be "I'll take 'What is washing the dishes' for 523 million trillion Jaxstarbux, please Alex," but I do believe that was tried, to remarkable success.

"Half!!" God, I still remember. Now, why would I have picked all those topics and jokes to talk about anyway? Well, here's one reason: by then I was already tired of being lied to, strung along, bread crumbed, and had smoke blown up my ass FOR YEARS. "How is it taking so long for them to punch my time clock for me? Because it has a face on it. Get it? Sigh, no, I don't suppose any of you do." Too soon, right? Unfortunate.

"Smuggler's Blues." dumping music willy-nilly on the damn thing at all without reserving rights. All part of a perfect defense to counter a diabolical scheme. I produced my content, I put it on YouTube, and everything I got was either from YouTube itself, or my own voice. And I knew what was going to happen: SHUT IT DOWN.

So I made it -easy.- And, like sands through the hourglass... these are the sands of time for Jackstar, and now--with the circled wagons, ooooh. ahhhhh, I should soon see, that I simply have no choice, I'm going to have to start taking ham-fisted thuggy threats seriously. Or else... they'll take down my channel! *gasp* the horror! Except, no.

I've already accomplished my objectives here. I've been gearing up to pack up and leave FOR SOME TIME NOW. However, it would seem that rather more people than I ever dreamed possible are seemingly invested in my plans. Well, thanks for letting me know.

When I was activated by distress call (CRYBABYBABYRC), I don't mind telling you: I was instantly pissed, and I remain pissed to this day. Oh no shit, you need help, huh, wow, I've only been eyeballing you and this whole scene for fucking years. (Seriously: fucking years. *polite cough* What?) And it is not as though I did not see any, as they say, "Red Flags." Uhm, hello? Double Taurus Ox. Sure, wave a red flag.

* Jackstar knows you're all deeply ashamed and crave the sweet, sweet relief of death to purify your souls, and refuses to be set up for any murder charges, either.

G-ddam it. Look at me writing away again. Sigh. Now, I actually would have preferred to switch back over to voice recording, after I finished The Book. None of you bothered to talk to me like a human being with aspirations, desires, and and an innate sense of fairness, so I explained as much of that idea as I had to, which of course wasn't much, because it was not, ultimately something that could be exploited for monetary gain.

How does one avoid thieves? Well, ultimately, it's about making anyone interested in taking your stuff, realize that it really isn't worth the trouble. I believe people realize that now.

This is exciting, isn't? Basically it's me, Jackstar--Hi!--versus the entire mid- to upper-level management of The Illuminati. I'm a diplomat, I've already made my piece with The All-Seeing-Eye, Satan, Ba'al, Beelzebub (he was always my favorite, with all those bs, you just know he's gotta be compensating for something, or maybe it's code for "baby brisket") Moloch, Steven Perry, Steven Tyler, Mrs. Paul, and Steve Vai. I saved him for last, because while certainly the best, he's such a self-absorbed, narcissistic douche-bag, ugh, I just want to not bother listening to any more guitars at all. EVER! NEVER EVER!

I don't think that's Asuka anyway. I think that's just one of the few people who knows a single goddam thing about -real- OpSec and doesn't have anything left to lose, and so, why not? Post on Bellgab. Or.. oh, right, Asuka has troubles with Facebook. So do I.

One will note, I suspended my "Meta" *polite gag* accounts a few days ago. I just had a hunch. Something was coming in the air. A chill wind blowing. I have no idea what. What do I look like to you, some kind of a prognosticator?

(Shut up. Just... look, you're gonna blow my cover, okay? Let me finish. Come on! Come on... wait, who is that? Is that Casper? I wanna watch The Entity with him. Maybe pick up a few pointers on how certain outcomes can be evaded. I mean, for me, it's pretty simple, as I tend to not start trouble-


I have been known to finish it.)

Anywhoo, hoot-hoot, I was gonna start recording my voice again, but, well... I have been given Pause. Bellgab, I'm afraid to tell you, I think your critical mass of remaining community members still willing to consider that they still have affiliations that they wish to maintain here are going to outnumber the naysayers.

The people have spoken: they don't wanna lose me. Who would? Well, those who once believed they had some kind of claim of dominion over my life, or something. Well, you don't, Bellgab. You've had years to take what was mine, you dragged ass--grooming, it's usually called--so long that my dearly departed mother had time to crawl her way up the ranks of the undead, she started out as a lowly poltergeist, and now? Well, she's telling me that she doesn't -do- that anymore, but that's just not true, she's just... not here. And out there--beyond the cracked Firmament--I have no idea what goes on.

It's not my area. I came to Earth to have Earth experiences--one of which was to show the world of ill will, what real men of Will can really do.

And this whole time... I was justryna be nice. I thought we could be friends. And, we are! And now, you know what kind of friend Jackstar is:

The kind you're not going to be lying to and stealing from without Special Consequences. This is nothing new. This is something I have openly explained. And this circumstance--Jackstar's status as a Divinely Ordained Magickal Being (and also Abo) Protected, P & P, By The Mandate Of Heaven, et cetera, etc., ad nauseum... look, I'm not going to lie: I've had so many besotted titles I totes can't remember them all. It's pathetic.

And yet, everything keeps working out in my favor. Ever since... hrrm. Well, I know the date. But I would prefer to look towards the future and concentrate on the present. Let's do that. I don't need to rub it in anyone's face, how utterly over the target I am... just kinda hovering... still plenty of ammunition. And, where are you, Bellgab? You could not all have gone to Twatter, could you?

And, speaking of ammunition... hrrm. Well, I really should sleep, but I think I'll go into the bathroom and perch on the toilet and get fucking high. How does that sound to you, as a collective group? Hey, here's an idea: why don't you quit your jobs and live off of your savings, like me! Like Strongbad! Grrrr! Like Mrs. Paul! *splishy-splashy*

Oh, wait. Not like Mrs. Paul--currently on the run from Galactic Ambulance Yellow (No, really, they call them that now. She never got out that far before, and when they were phoning up to track down leads--they heard a rumor that I had been having an affair with out on Tau Ceti V, and, rumour or not, Mrs. Paul's leads must be tracked down, I mean, shit, there's an emergency, anyway, yeah, I wanted it to sound gay. Cool, huh? Anyway, tell you what, you start being evolved enough as a species that your average member of the population knows how to recognize someone who really, really, really...


I MEAN, FUCKING REALLY, RECOGNIZE SOMEONE WHO SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN BULLIED AT ALL. PERIOD.


yeah, see, as long as people -that fucking dumb- are still tooling around on your World, assorted members of The Overall Galactic Community (turns out there's LOTS) have expressed, shall we say: concerns. Like... was she really out there in ah.. I see.

Yeah, I start talking about, *cough* hunting elk, oh, that's fine, but hunting endangered species on other planets, just for the thrill of getting away with it? Yeesh. Okay, look. There's a human girl involved in the story, okay? Maybe even 5 of them. Now I get there's a certain amount of Jadzia-Dax/host-symbiote thing going on, but the bottom line is that some of you reprobate fucks are fucking possessed, and perfectly possessing people used to be the most fun degenerate freaks like some of yourselves could have on this planet. Well, no longer.

The Firmament cracked and all the heavies that could flee, did so. They've been stuck behind a long time, and it's true, there's no place like home. And when I found out Certain Truths... well, it's been a game changer.


Audio recordings come back sometime after I have a palaver with WHOMSOEVER is willing to step up to this dog-and-punyling show. Jesus Christ. You fucking people. I don't need to tell you anything. You need to tell me.

"Need." Suggestion. Right. How's that been working out so far? Thought so. Hey, anyone wanna get hi? Meet me in the bathroom, I'll be up there past the antenna mast on the Empire state.

NO minors, anyone over the age of 55, or Mrs. Paul. That Salty Queen owes me a shitload of money and I'm cranky.

Re: 5mwJ — SOLSTICE★ENDGAME — 33 YEARS OF HAM-MER-TIME
« Reply #864 on: June 24, 2022, 01:35:02 AM »
The Tweety is on fire. Do they need any water? Probably not.


I'm not really sure how some of these things work. For one thing, its different for each individual Sourceror, to be sure, after all everyone (humans with a soul) is individuated consciousness and is a part of the One Consciousness, the Whole of Creation, all at once, all the time.

That's so great for us. Humans really are fortunate creatures. This planet really is quite special in the cosmos. Why it is special and how it came about is a subject beyond my capacity to explain here to you, Bellgab. By that I mean, yeah, I -could- do it, but... I'm just so lazy. Maybe later? I'll probably forget.

My thought on the matter is that I don't owe anyone an explanation. No one explains things to me --so, so complicated-- and while in the past I have not let little things like "difficulty" or "challenge" stop me, in light of recent events, it's clearly time to make a change.

For example, I have come to expect that there will simply be a long list of people who carry grudges. Take it from me: this is not a good way to spend one's time. It is especially not a good time for me to waste anymore time, given that it has been wasted so handsomely by others.

Deleting my Google Account. Sigh. This is simultaneously gratifying and immensely flattering. Knowing as I did that one day, there would be HAMMERTIME, followed swiftly (I imagined) by HAMMERFALL (no idea if anyone has hit "rock bottom" lately, but it's not actually my area to keep track of such things) I had assumed that no matter how any of those fated karmic crux went down played out, as well as others, the notion that someone was gonna get all saltified at me and strike out at me by --*gasp*-- removing my existence from the Internet, well, frankly, I am surprised that it took this long to happen. What am I even still doing here? Oh, right, it's some exalted few someones' fondest dream that one day, I will finally cross The Ultimate Final Line The Should Never Be Crossed, and somehow generate something actionable for once.

Well, some folks took action, alright. Early telemetry results are confusing and can't be correct; did people really blow a hole in The Firmament, steal a starship, and try to escape (what they imagined to be) The Holy Wrath of God? That can't be true. And, did a nuke really get launched at my house, the day I got tired of waiting around for ANYONE to do something sensible about the ongoing CRISIS: Jackstar Has Opportunities? CIRCLE THE WAGONS AAAHHH.

Look, I don't have any legitimate frame of reference here. I have been enmeshed, embroiled, and embargoed, for going on 7 months, and before that, well... it would be difficult to explain without sounding snooty (an attitude I find abhorrent) exactly how long I have been under a... a dragnet (I am sorry, there is simply no other word here), a skein of lies told in service to an organized, pre-meditated, complex--dare I say it? "It's been complicated"--and wholly diabolic blueprinted gameplan involving coercion, extortion, blackmail, and the list goes on... and that was just while hearing about the Roundtable.

How'd that work out? You know I couldn't help but notice: you sure talk about me a lot, but don't seem to want to actually talk to me, or with me, which is better for all, or even better, it has seemed that some have not wanted to actually listen to what I am saying, while they think they are "talking" with me

Communication is only possible between equals. And if there is a one of you who does not consider me to beneath them, I'd be a dead duck fast if someone pointed a gun at my head and asked me to pick one for every chamber: because after all what could be a better way to pass the time than to toy with suicide? Well, isn't that what I'm doing by posting in public? I mean, Internet, so dangerous.

Someone might dropship me some frozen dinners. Or send me a pizza delivery. Or, -Heavens forfend- someone might S.W.A.T. me. Just imagine it, "Hello, is this the FBI? I think Michael Kuczi is trying to kill me!" *click* Apparently that's all it takes.

My eyes (both (2)!) are dry--that's probably just the ersatz prop dope that I was given in order to encourage me to become the wild and craaaazy guy that so many wish me to be (after spinning yarns about who I was not, I simply became More Of What I Really Am) but as I wasn't lying before, or plan to in the future, and it is -really- ersatz, I barely need to be immune to unknowingly forming bonds of chemical dependency, and I simply don't care to do that.

See, what we've got here is... some people are just fuckin' jelly & salty, salty & jelly, all at the same time. What's most notable are the ones who, I guess, got busted a looooong time ago, and were then told that it was wrong to be gay, and they were going to be forced to stop being gay through electroconvulsive therapy... wait, what are we talking about again? Let's change cameras. (Oh, come on, stay with me. How scary can I really be?


Boo! See? About that scary. Speaking of "scary," some of you don't realize that I've been 'scared' for quite some time now, because once I realized that there was a co-ordinated effort to push through a covert agenda that would, I knew it my bones, lead to craven misery and endless suffering for the denizens of Bellgab--Gablins, I've decided to call them--I have been not afraid that I wouldn't be able to help enough--Hello? I am a Sourceror--and I haven't been afraid that I wouldn't know what to do when the time comes--Hello? I am obviously good at it--but what I was afraid of was how embarrassed those who gave into peer pressure, went along with the pack, and when someone said, "it's time for a pig pile on Jackstar, altogether now!" -- well, all of all y'all have seen the result.

The truth is, Bellgab, is that I have had -nothing- to do with all this malarkey. I saw it was an epic shitshow when Mr. Bell "passed," and while I love the ol' chap, it had to be noted... glory days were thought to be loooong behind him.

Except, they're not. For one thing, he's working away up in Galactic Central Command. Doing what, I have no idea. But when The Firmament was cracked, he obviously took off. Smart thinking, too. This place sucks now, and not just because all my favorite people have been abducted and brainwashed into believing that I'm the problem.

I beg your pardon, Bellgab. I did not come here and start lying to you all. YOU SIMPLY IMAGINED I DID. The truth is, I was happy to tell the truth from the first minute, and I did, and within Quite short order: on the shit list.

I've been on a lot of shitlists. It's gotten so I don't even mind it. Sure saves me a bundle on Christmas cards.

So, from this point forward I am happy to say: I'm uncertain how I want to be excoriated in public for something I didn't do. The obvious answer would be "I'll take 'What is washing the dishes' for 523 million trillion Jaxstarbux, please Alex," but I do believe that was tried, to remarkable success.

"Half!!" God, I still remember. Now, why would I have picked all those topics and jokes to talk about anyway? Well, here's one reason: by then I was already tired of being lied to, strung along, bread crumbed, and had smoke blown up my ass FOR YEARS. "How is it taking so long for them to punch my time clock for me? Because it has a face on it. Get it? Sigh, no, I don't suppose any of you do." Too soon, right? Unfortunate.

"Smuggler's Blues." dumping music willy-nilly on the damn thing at all without reserving rights. All part of a perfect defense to counter a diabolical scheme. I produced my content, I put it on YouTube, and everything I got was either from YouTube itself, or my own voice. And I knew what was going to happen: SHUT IT DOWN.

So I made it -easy.- And, like sands through the hourglass... these are the sands of time for Jackstar, and now--with the circled wagons, ooooh. ahhhhh, I should soon see, that I simply have no choice, I'm going to have to start taking ham-fisted thuggy threats seriously. Or else... they'll take down my channel! *gasp* the horror! Except, no.

I've already accomplished my objectives here. I've been gearing up to pack up and leave FOR SOME TIME NOW. However, it would seem that rather more people than I ever dreamed possible are seemingly invested in my plans. Well, thanks for letting me know.

When I was activated by distress call (CRYBABYBABYRC), I don't mind telling you: I was instantly pissed, and I remain pissed to this day. Oh no shit, you need help, huh, wow, I've only been eyeballing you and this whole scene for fucking years. (Seriously: fucking years. *polite cough* What?) And it is not as though I did not see any, as they say, "Red Flags." Uhm, hello? Double Taurus Ox. Sure, wave a red flag.

* Jackstar knows you're all deeply ashamed and crave the sweet, sweet relief of death to purify your souls, and refuses to be set up for any murder charges, either.

G-ddam it. Look at me writing away again. Sigh. Now, I actually would have preferred to switch back over to voice recording, after I finished The Book. None of you bothered to talk to me like a human being with aspirations, desires, and and an innate sense of fairness, so I explained as much of that idea as I had to, which of course wasn't much, because it was not, ultimately something that could be exploited for monetary gain.

How does one avoid thieves? Well, ultimately, it's about making anyone interested in taking your stuff, realize that it really isn't worth the trouble. I believe people realize that now.

This is exciting, isn't? Basically it's me, Jackstar--Hi!--versus the entire mid- to upper-level management of The Illuminati. I'm a diplomat, I've already made my piece with The All-Seeing-Eye, Satan, Ba'al, Beelzebub (he was always my favorite, with all those bs, you just know he's gotta be compensating for something, or maybe it's code for "baby brisket") Moloch, Steven Perry, Steven Tyler, Mrs. Paul, and Steve Vai. I saved him for last, because while certainly the best, he's such a self-absorbed, narcissistic douche-bag, ugh, I just want to not bother listening to any more guitars at all. EVER! NEVER EVER!

I don't think that's Asuka anyway. I think that's just one of the few people who knows a single goddam thing about -real- OpSec and doesn't have anything left to lose, and so, why not? Post on Bellgab. Or.. oh, right, Asuka has troubles with Facebook. So do I.

One will note, I suspended my "Meta" *polite gag* accounts a few days ago. I just had a hunch. Something was coming in the air. A chill wind blowing. I have no idea what. What do I look like to you, some kind of a prognosticator?

(Shut up. Just... look, you're gonna blow my cover, okay? Let me finish. Come on! Come on... wait, who is that? Is that Casper? I wanna watch The Entity with him. Maybe pick up a few pointers on how certain outcomes can be evaded. I mean, for me, it's pretty simple, as I tend to not start trouble-


I have been known to finish it.)

Anywhoo, hoot-hoot, I was gonna start recording my voice again, but, well... I have been given Pause. Bellgab, I'm afraid to tell you, I think your critical mass of remaining community members still willing to consider that they still have affiliations that they wish to maintain here are going to outnumber the naysayers.

The people have spoken: they don't wanna lose me. Who would? Well, those who once believed they had some kind of claim of dominion over my life, or something. Well, you don't, Bellgab. You've had years to take what was mine, you dragged ass--grooming, it's usually called--so long that my dearly departed mother had time to crawl her way up the ranks of the undead, she started out as a lowly poltergeist, and now? Well, she's telling me that she doesn't -do- that anymore, but that's just not true, she's just... not here. And out there--beyond the cracked Firmament--I have no idea what goes on.

It's not my area. I came to Earth to have Earth experiences--one of which was to show the world of ill will, what real men of Will can really do.

And this whole time... I was justryna be nice. I thought we could be friends. And, we are! And now, you know what kind of friend Jackstar is:

The kind you're not going to be lying to and stealing from without Special Consequences. This is nothing new. This is something I have openly explained. And this circumstance--Jackstar's status as a Divinely Ordained Magickal Being (and also Abo) Protected, P & P, By The Mandate Of Heaven, et cetera, etc., ad nauseum... look, I'm not going to lie: I've had so many besotted titles I totes can't remember them all. It's pathetic.

And yet, everything keeps working out in my favor. Ever since... hrrm. Well, I know the date. But I would prefer to look towards the future and concentrate on the present. Let's do that. I don't need to rub it in anyone's face, how utterly over the target I am... just kinda hovering... still plenty of ammunition. And, where are you, Bellgab? You could not all have gone to Twatter, could you?

And, speaking of ammunition... hrrm. Well, I really should sleep, but I think I'll go into the bathroom and perch on the toilet and get fucking high. How does that sound to you, as a collective group? Hey, here's an idea: why don't you quit your jobs and live off of your savings, like me! Like Strongbad! Grrrr! Like Mrs. Paul! *splishy-splashy*

Oh, wait. Not like Mrs. Paul--currently on the run from Galactic Ambulance Yellow (No, really, they call them that now. She never got out that far before, and when they were phoning up to track down leads--they heard a rumor that I had been having an affair with out on Tau Ceti V, and, rumour or not, Mrs. Paul's leads must be tracked down, I mean, shit, there's an emergency, anyway, yeah, I wanted it to sound gay. Cool, huh? Anyway, tell you what, you start being evolved enough as a species that your average member of the population knows how to recognize someone who really, really, really...


I MEAN, FUCKING REALLY, RECOGNIZE SOMEONE WHO SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN BULLIED AT ALL. PERIOD.


yeah, see, as long as people -that fucking dumb- are still tooling around on your World, assorted members of The Overall Galactic Community (turns out there's LOTS) have expressed, shall we say: concerns. Like... was she really out there in ah.. I see.

Yeah, I start talking about, *cough* hunting elk, oh, that's fine, but hunting endangered species on other planets, just for the thrill of getting away with it? Yeesh. Okay, look. There's a human girl involved in the story, okay? Maybe even 5 of them. Now I get there's a certain amount of Jadzia-Dax/host-symbiote thing going on, but the bottom line is that some of you reprobate fucks are fucking possessed, and perfectly possessing people used to be the most fun degenerate freaks like some of yourselves could have on this planet. Well, no longer.

The Firmament cracked and all the heavies that could flee, did so. They've been stuck behind a long time, and it's true, there's no place like home. And when I found out Certain Truths... well, it's been a game changer.


Audio recordings come back sometime after I have a palaver with WHOMSOEVER is willing to step up to this dog-and-punyling show. Jesus Christ. You fucking people. I don't need to tell you anything. You need to tell me.

"Need." Suggestion. Right. How's that been working out so far? Thought so. Hey, anyone wanna get hi? Meet me in the bathroom, I'll be up there past the antenna mast on the Empire state.

NO minors, anyone over the age of 55, or Mrs. Paul. That Salty Queen owes me a shitload of money and I'm cranky.

Eh, Tony...Hey! 8)


‡5mwJ★ — SOLSTICE★ENDGAME — 33 YEARS OF HAM-MER-STAR
« Reply #865 on: June 25, 2022, 02:25:02 AM »
This author is proof (CRYBABYBABYRC) that there are people (ACTUALDOPEFUCKSLAVEHOSTAGES) who are living out their lives on their own terms (RUNAWAY), competing with no one (STAYAWAY). Releasing impossible expectations (RELEASEALLCAPTIVEWOMEN+mDRONES+THE_UNICORN($)). Returning to a slower paced living (KNOWFREEDOPE), connecting to nature (WEEDSTEM) sounds impossible to some (STOWAWAY) but a goal for others (MAKEWEEDDOPE). 

Eh, Tony...Hey! 8)

And ↑THAT↑ author is not a/ny\afshaw, but (D(NEED/s‚’hugs\just_a_suggestion!)/(JÜST (TRYNA_GET_BY|drône-thîs-gÜy))(J)G)to lighten {the [fuck} up] any+which+way+butt+LOSE.., and if they can do it by S8D!5killin’ (Frank “Qap ‘Sed’ Phmear“ Franklin|DAVID J. <PROTMILKER>) on how to properly manipulate the Fraü-Huffer-(co–D.I.C.K.), so much the better—and, what's more:

If you can get that michbitchwitch who stole My “one (5⁰5) ring” to have to translate that into Deutsch, at-bow&broadhead-POINT, 555 times on a chalkboard w/gunchalk77 in front of a live-hypnotized D.O.A. studio S.R.O. audience while livestream simulcasting to One (1) won Shy-A “The BeefLaBeouf KUCZI* in a straitjacket, in a rubber room padded cell (he's too good for rubber), gnawin’ on his very own Totesfudgsicle®™ that we gave him after winning both him and it in a high-stakes Texas Drop ’Em poker game, so much the God damn him to Hell better... and you know who I'm thinking of.

* Worthauger restores David “Virtual Reality” V. Dubbeds-Every-Time-He’s-Enya™s soul... Failed! (ERROR: Soul_not_found.)

Oh, damn, I got to get that optional bonus bone-U.S. shareware installation codec library from Israel installed on this machine–or there's going to be a lawsuit with Hell Frozen Over to pay, and won't that be a drag; all ThAT THeY'll H/A!55ve is just ice. Well, they'll reestablish a government again soon (seems like if they re-establish another government this week they'll get a free bagel toaster w/attache d-slicer. Whatta STdeal!). Hopefully, Little David hasn't been sold off into Dubai–yet.

I don't want to have to talk to Big David unless it's for companionship (OMG, HE'S so NICE, 2me#), because Big David is serious business for serious people, & THE KING OF THE JEWS HE IS, DAVID BE, and they fucking know it and I'd rather keep my relationships with that Particular King... cordial. At minimum. (I may be a diplomat, but that doesn't make me auto-immune to civil unrest & delinquency; not until at least two (2! Zha! Zha! HA-tak! BAKGATOR) governments get (2B|Not2B) reformed... and I get My G+d’s Dawn Damn Dun freedom toaster w/free Not_Lunch (The MIB CDEN has its own branding licencing agreement deal pre-agreement on record). You can see why we were forced to adopt Shia LaBeouf* at gunpoint after attending+witnessing our own clones’ shotgun wedding after being dosed 'n' ghostex unknowingly with scopolamine—and I and you and we all can see clearly here, why lawyers get paid so much per hour—when Keyser Soze’ spouse's inheritance is on the line... Holy jumpin’ Jesus shittin’ wizards’ balls, damn, S/He/It\I'm worth/aUg\r-owes how much? FU CHUCK U. FARLEY. We was Promised! We,is, Olde, ye Jeep®-y bastid! And... people LOVE US, motherfucker! (You're lucking fucky that you don't need to come up with 19,322 toaster5Quared, Pastor-on-the-hook. Oh, excuuuuuse meee: Captain-Toaster™Pastry-Pastor. Did I spell that right? Can I just call you “Pop-Tart” from now on? Good, coz x-ac’T: I'm gonna fuckin’ do that, Twatwaffler. Unglaublichscheisse.

SAY MY RYTE CLIQUE. S.S.W.A!+K ) *click*+K.,L.+K+O+O+eXYes4EvAr



)*. The name-and-likeness of “one Shia LaBeouf” was used without permission and I'll probably go to spacedock for it but... No.I, that actor, Mr. Beef, is Not_Ugly—imagine the smell; No.II, there was no adoption, or marriage, OR, most importantly—NO CONSUMMATION; & No.III, it certainly would not have had to have been at any point–(shot)gun(s) included. The kid looks like it needs a role model; I like him. Is he bored? Well, I know how he feels: I've seen his movies.


(Ed: added initials, HOSTAGE.)

Re: ‡5mwJ★ — SOLSTICE★ENDGAME — 33 YEARS OF HAM-MER-STAR
« Reply #866 on: June 25, 2022, 02:39:09 AM »
This author is proof (CRYBABYBABYRC) that there are people (ACTUALDOPEFUCKSLAVEHOSTAGES) who are living out their lives on their own terms (RUNAWAY), competing with no one (STAYAWAY). Releasing impossible expectations (RELEASEALLCAPTIVEWOMEN+mDRONES+THE_UNICORN($)). Returning to a slower paced living (KNOWFREEDOPE), connecting to nature (WEEDSTEM) sounds impossible to some (STOWAWAY) but a goal for others (MAKEWEEDDOPE). 

And ↑THAT↑ author is not a/ny\afshaw, but (D(NEED/s‚’hugs\just_a_suggestion!)/(JÜST (TRYNA_GET_BY|drône-thîs-gÜy))(J)G)to lighten {the [fuck} up] any+which+way+butt+LOSE.., and if they can do it by S8D!5killin’ (Frank “Qap ‘Sed’ Phmear“ Franklin|DAVID J. <PROTMILKER>) on how to properly manipulate the Fraü-Huffer-(co–D.I.C.K.), so much the better—and, what's more:

If you can get that michbitchwitch who stole My “one (5⁰5) ring” to have to translate that into Deutsch, at-bow&broadhead-POINT, 555 times on a chalkboard w/gunchalk77 in front of a live-hypnotized D.O.A. studio S.R.O. audience while livestream simulcasting to One (1) won Shy-A “The BeefLaBeouf KUCZI* in a straitjacket, in a rubber room padded cell (he's too good for rubber), gnawin’ on his very own Totesfudgsicle®™ that we gave him after winning both him and it in a high-stakes Texas Drop ’Em poker game, so much the God damn him to Hell better... and you know who I'm thinking of.

* Worthauger restores David “Virtual Reality” V. Dubbeds-Every-Time-He’s-Enya™s soul... Failed! (ERROR: Soul_not_found.)

Oh, damn, I got to get that optional bonus bone-U.S. shareware installation codec library from Israel installed on this machine–or there's going to be a lawsuit with Hell Frozen Over to pay, and won't that be a drag; all ThAT THeY'll H/A!55ve is just ice. Well, they'll reestablish a government again soon (seems like if they re-establish another government this week they'll get a free bagel toaster w/attache d-slicer. Whatta STdeal!). Hopefully, Little David hasn't been sold off into Dubai–yet.

I don't want to have to talk to Big David unless it's for companionship (OMG, HE'S so NICE, 2me#), because Big David is serious business for serious people, & THE KING OF THE JEWS HE IS, DAVID BE, and they fucking know it and I'd rather keep my relationships with that Particular King... cordial. At minimum. (I may be a diplomat, but that doesn't make me auto-immune to civil unrest & delinquency; not until at least two (2! Zha! Zha! HA-tak! BAKGATOR) governments get (2B|Not2B) reformed... and I get My G+d’s Dawn Damn Dun freedom toaster w/free Not_Lunch (The MIB CDEN has its own branding licencing agreement deal pre-agreement on record). You can see why we were forced to adopt Shia LaBeouf* at gunpoint after attending+witnessing our own clones’ shotgun wedding after being dosed 'n' ghostex unknowingly with scopolamine—and I and you and we all can see clearly here, why lawyers get paid so much per hour—when Keyser Soze’ spouse's inheritance is on the line... Holy jumpin’ Jesus shittin’ wizards’ balls, damn, S/He/It\I'm worth/aUg\r-owes how much? FU CHUCK U. FARLEY. We was Promised! We,is, Olde, ye Jeep®-y bastid! And... people LOVE US, motherfucker! (You're lucking fucky that you don't need to come up with 19,322 toaster5Quared, Pastor-on-the-hook. Oh, excuuuuuse meee: Captain-Toaster™Pastry-Pastor. Did I spell that right? Can I just call you “Pop-Tart” from now on? Good, coz x-ac’T: I'm gonna fuckin’ do that, Twatwaffler. Unglaublichscheisse.

SAY MY RYTE CLIQUE. S.S.W.A!+K ) *click*+K.,L.+K+O+O+eXYes4EvAr



)*. The name-and-likeness of “one Shia LaBeouf” was used without permission and I'll probably go to spacedock for it but... No.I, that actor, Mr. Beef, is Not_Ugly—imagine the smell; No.II, there was no adoption, or marriage, OR, most importantly—NO CONSUMMATION; & No.III, it certainly would not have had to have been at any point–(shot)gun(s) included. The kid looks like it needs a role model; I like him. Is he bored? Well, I know how he feels: I've seen his movies.


(Ed: added initials, HOSTAGE.)




KNOW: I know why you're doing this and I don't care. Legit flattered--and if you think (at all, bio-bug-boyz) I'm scared of what you have planned, you'd be right--and yet, there is no bravery without fear. Keep it up, Fuzzball. YOU: You are doing God's work.

JESUS CHRIST IS THE LORD AND KING OF HEAVEN AND EARTH. (And also Abos & Wookies; Chewbacca IS getting resurrected, & IS going to need a job that's not in my Not_,Pants.) j*eol

5mwJ - 24Jun22 - EMERGENCY: QUELON
« Reply #868 on: June 25, 2022, 03:48:49 AM »
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1540541119779315712

Dear God, are you there? It's me, Mikey. Take him instead of us. Thanks! (She wants me to ask.) AYYY-MEN.


Re: 5mwJ - 24Jun22 - EMERGENCY: QUELON
« Reply #869 on: June 25, 2022, 04:01:35 AM »
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1540541119779315712

Dear God, are you there? It's me, Mikey. Take him instead of us. Thanks! (She wants me to ask.) AYYY-MEN.



My interest in your personal life is in the negative now, Tony. ::)

I bet the same goes for a LOT of other members here. :D