Sometimes that's better off.
Especially when traipsing through Jack's Garden of the Mind.
Listen up dipshit, and listen good. I was abducted from my home on Christmas Eve by a baker's dozen of armed men and every single one of you gave zero shits. I didn't even break any laws. Since you all had been lying to me for five years, longer, I had no idea that someone was into that kind of thing. I also and never seen it before, didn't want it, and didn't ask for it, so when I thought "400 miles to get what"? I wondered if that was just the best she could do, or, was it a planned removal?
immediately after being let out of jail I went on a vison quest. okay, first of all, it wasn't 400 miles to find it, it was literally right around the corner. so why did she send me 400 miles? because she could fuck her secret husband while I was gone, because apparently it was too much trouble to split up before telling me of his existence? among other things. I'm not sure if you understand how traumatic this is. Like, I could tell there was something going on, but the notion that anyone was going to take my home away--or that it wasn't my home at all in the first place--is bushtit.
no one explained to me why I was not able to talk to anyone afterwards, and so I took the time, to cross the ditch, the reconnoiter Neighbor Shane's Hicksville, and, fast forward to now, long story short, in the year that I spent living not-very-dangerously at all--Shields--I not only learned most of the steps to manufacture lawfully, I found out that I never even had the real thing, and so now I know that the entire time of my life until now, all of you could have told me what I was missing out on and instead every single one of you thought that giving me decaf while everyone else had Guatemalan roast was a good idea. (Is it because it might make me fat? Help me out here. You actually believe the bullshit stories you made up about me? It makes no sense. Who put you in charge of anything? You don't even know how to burn cannabis, or if you do, you never showed me, and who taught you this stuff? Men in white coats? They should have taught you to be polite.)
it wasn't. I also live on a property with unique features that make it possible to manufacture here safely, legally, and profitably, and depending on what happens in the future with her testimony, I would love to see her on the stand, but more importantly, I would love to tell everyone what happened, because it is such a happy ending, she's alive, she's not blinded, it's all a big misunderstanding, and last not least, I figured out everything that was being done, and am not implicated, and when the dust settles and the smoke clears, I can probably start producing for legitimate gray market, as I figure the Sherriff might have noticed that I'm a reasonably intelligent person, and all of you thought I was going to be your blood sacrifice.
once again: lawful manufacture. Got permission. Not doing anything now, of course, and I don't really have any interest. it's not something I've done a lot of, unlike some people, and as soon as I found out that I might haver to know more about it and all these people I were hanging with weren't either telling me the truth, or, didn't know the truth themselves, I set out on the road to find out.
As an added bonus, having permission, knowledge, and access to safe location, as well as a place to distribute through (there are rules about simultaneous manufacture and distribution, this got explained to me in meditative trance when I suddenly found myself realizing that there was a job opening), I legit know all this now--though of course none of you will bother to acknowledge that could possibly be true, because, well, then you'd have to face the fact that I will never do it for you. I don't trust you, you lied to me for years, make your own, and make it unlawfully too, because there's an important step: Permission of The Divine, and the performance of A Blessing.
I'll never do it for you and I don't habitually use the shit anyway. That was the whole point of being
brazen. No one told me that she had an iced tea fetish. and also no one told me that the DEA are such gay raping bastards. So, rather than tell me what was going on, you all fucked me off and ignored me for years, then never told me anything, then acted as though I was demanding and swilling shitloads of dope (I wasn't) and this seemed reasonable to you... as if I was some kind of problem child.
okay well now I can do it legally all I want, and you'll never know the sweet freedom of not breaking the law, AND I'm not even going to bother doing it, as I see no reason to stay here, I'll just have the place bulldozed into styx, along with the clever structure that appears to be build to take advantage of the geography, or is there a secret cave? right I didn't get to now about that, and I won't go there to not share the New, Improved Recipe with anyone here (because you're all hella down, and that's why I was a loudmouth--you didn't want to tell me why I had to shut up, and since it was legal for me, it must not have been for you, and, why? well, here's one reason: you deliberately misled me for years and never thought that I was worth the same time and attention as the two Feds who ended up raping and pillaging and murdering people while all railed up. So okay with them, but... well, I guess it was assumed I had some friend. huh.
Are you all out of your fucking minds? Do I have a sign on my back that says, "Safe to make a mortal enemy of?"
IT'S LEGAL WHEN DONE RIGHT, so I suppose the 'wrong' part was that you wanted to turn a buck off of it. Okay, well, guess what, I'm clergy, and non-profit blah blah, and here's how it works: I'm the Head Bishop around here now because the dork who was already fucking married to her -used- to be head bishop, and now, he's not, and now, I have the authority--once again, the decision of The Divine.
It's kind of a big deal. And now: you're blacklisted. Because fuck you, that's why. I don't care what you do, I wasn't planning on doing it all the time, but as months went by and LITERALLY EVERYONE IGNORED ME, like what are you fucking stupid? for one thing, I don't even know what I was suppsoed to be, that I needed to be put into solitary confinement, for another, whoever actually thought they were gonna use me as shield for their unlawful actiivites was fucking instane.
You don't use me. I don't use you. And now, I have no reason to keep on having it around all the time, because I"m about to get out of this bullshit fake trial shit. I am not addicted to it, I don't need to be, I had never seen it before now. YOU BLOODY LIABLE LOT, you've been using it since you were kids, and I'm sure the first three years I was dealing with her was a lot of fun, wow, do you base every pairbonding ritual you engage in by lying to the other person for years?
I especially enjoy people acting like they need to "help" me, as though I am doing something wrong.. .all I am doing it hamming it up, acting like an actual asshole, ON CAMERA no less, and I am the cheapest date imaginable. I dont evern like it that much. and I don't possess the technlogy to convert the base crystal into other flavors, and, I wam not gpoijng to bother, as I am certainly not going to learn anything from ANY of you FUCKING ASSHOLES. Ever. Why? I could learn from other peoiple who wouldn't be fazed to teach me the easy parts. The hard part, i guess, is getting... the permissions.
Well, I have them, I didn't even ask for them, and I'm not interested in complicating my life, so, I don't need to worry about it. You watched me and insulted me for a year, with your smarmy shitbag attitudes sneering down your noses at me, well enjoy watching me shrug it off and stop doing it for awhile and not really care. because, you all are not even doing it right, because, once again, in withholding it from me while still slinging it to everyone else,
YOU BROKE YOUR DIVINE CONTRACT and I don't know what that was, but now your permissions are different and that is NOT my problem.
And then when I wanna, I can just... do it. I don't know what any of you can do. not make shitloads of money with me, that's for sure, because none of you are rational when it comes to me, nor are you anything but blisteringly stupid: what kind of a bitch, bitches about someone being happy to do something legally? A whining bitch who is bitching on th inside about how much of a jealous bitch they are that I have permission, and you don't, Witch. Like did you think you were gonna get a merit badge for being extra-super-duper prejudiced against me for some reason?
You didn't. You broke the law--discrimination based on what? denying access to commodity goods why? overlying lying to me and sending me to get more that I didn't want while someone else went somewhere much closer and instead of being made to jump through hoops... you just went around the corner? wow, what a great way to make sure I never have any interest in being any where near any of you ever again. Why would I? This is disguising.
And, once again: I'm the one with permissions, as far as I know, and the place has my name on it, I'm head bishop, FU JAKE, you know what, y'all can do whatever you want. You're just not doing it here, why would you ever come back here? you wanted me gone so many times you ran out of fake evidence to plant, and it NEVER worked. And for all these reasons and more, The Divine has decided to rescind your permissions... GLOBALLY, and I don't know what you do or how you do it, but here's the good news: I never cared in the first place. I guess you thought I knew some of these setoff before? No.
I didn't even know anyone special was here, and now that I find that you were lying to me and hiding away from me for that long, I feel bad that you wasted so much time. You gained nothing except the loss of your fun privileges, as well as your income stream, and I'm not going to lift a finger to bring it back, I don't have any reason to.
I'm frankly just appalled. And then the closing of the ranks and ignoring me for birthday, all time, no call, no letter, while surveilling me, that's weird, and then I knew that either the emails would come up one way or the other, so you all just decided to lie and... "lying to clergy" hum. so you were never doing this legally, huh? oh, we'll I think they 're still handing out Darwin awards.
so i never needed to go up to Anacortes, either? and then I was told to go get it for her, by her, which makes it all entrapment, because I never wanted to do this like this for so long... and if I had known it was a constant thing, that would have been okay to know on date 1 since I asked about the Gonzalez v. UDV 2006 then, and since that was glassed over, and you thought you were legal, well, I guess that does work. okay well, I didn't ask for your permissions to be taken away, it was The Voice of God.
NO MORE METH FOR YOU. Nice work. Now, I didn't want to have a conversation about that at all! (I actually forgot, it was voiceprint to replace the flux capacitor that was disassembled, and actually just a way to get proof of life, because... once again, thought dead, and why someone would be dead to me who had written me an email not too long prior... it made no sense
BUT WITH YOU ALL FUCKING AND SUCKING THE HEAD BISHOP AND THE ASAC OF THE DEA LOCAL SECTION IT MAEKS SENSE because obviously you must have been high as fuck, but, NOT ME, NO.
none for Jackstar. Huh. Well, interesting idea, why didn't you just be nice? is it because her secret husband was an asshole in charge? wow this is all incredibly stupid
you are the dumbest forum community on the history of mankind. you blew it, alright. I didn't even want to do it with anyone here, and now that I see how you actually think of me, I never want anything illicit or dangerous or profitable to do with any of you again--not because I don't trust you after all this, though I don't, but because of this:
Your attitude is an insult to everyone around you. You don't deserve the privileges you were given and you lorded them over me and now I don't care what you do, which is just like before, except, now I'm explicitly not caring about undressing
nice picture of my mother's jewelry worn openly at GPS locations at various places that.... like what the fuck is wrong with you people? oh, right, control addict, sex addict, meth addicts, androgyny addicts basically you're making no sense, do I look like a square to you? you probably should have checked to make sure I wasn't giving you an erroneous impression as a tactical advantage.
I decided to give the wrong impression of my ability to control myself when I was 16. I guess it worked. yippie ki yay, you absolute twit. maybe you can barter fingerbanging for bags? leave me out of both, pffftt, like I had to remind you, you bigoted salty racist criminal junkie losers. I had no idea you actually hated me this much and I assume it's because someone paid you? oh, right, it's because I'm smarter than you. Whatever.
