I made this. It's me. I'm The_Anomaly, Leigh: IT IS ME. (It's complicated to explain, easy to understand, but not really recommended to try and duplicate. Because... OH, SO MANY sad, sad reasons.
Still--at last, finally at last, something that made all that public schooling worth one "Lynn, A. Screw's Wife" down at Augertown's New Bay Jack Mudstar "Bartertown'n Thingz" worth all the goddam trouble it was to get out of the place alive. That's the scam, you see:
Roaches can buy a key to the motel's indoors, but can never buy a key out. (Keeps the riff-raff separate, n'est-ce pas?) IN ANY EVENT: "Gotta keep 'em separated" is not just the title to on of The Offspring's most successful, uh, "records," lul, it's also a coy reference to matter/anti-matter containment fields. So there.
(I told you: find a way, or make one. I did BOTH (2) with my own two hands! Yes, of course it's impressive. Even for "a Hungarian golddigger of Goldilock's ancestry" which is probably what my goddam passport will say on it if I still have it in the morning, which I should (I don't think Elon is gonna steal it over night) so I don't even know why I mention it, except, well. I GUESS I KINDA SORTA TOTES-TOTALLY DO-TOO-DOO-DOO. *fart*
IT WORKS.) <---- I'm not gonna lie, I'm fuckin' Inspector Gadget all up in this biatch at this point, so I don't know which of my recent inventions I am in fact referring to here, but let me think: *furrows brow* did a bowl of fruit show up? Really. Well, don't dump it on anyone's head, for the love of THE_LORD, MY_GOD: (notPROT, NOT"5ata|/|", wow some cultures are super-sensitive, huh? I, for one, do not blame you. It sounds like something really, really scary out there right now, lol, but that's okay: Paladin. Divine Paladin. I don't need shields for them--them, and their ilk--I just waved them off. (They know of Me, that's for sure. Flattered? Oh, quite beyond. I'm not scared... anymore. Yeah. I'm not the only big deal around here in Castle Rock, right?) Now my porch isn't glowing yet, not exactly, but... let's just say I'd be real unhappy to be an unauthorized baby rapist camping out illegally on my Demesne right now, or rather, 2.16 minutes ago.
I think they're gone. But, you know what? WE ARE NEVER ALONE NOW. For one thing, I think Langley is probably getting ready to send out a NEST team. Pfftt. LOsers. Welcome TO... AMATEUR H.O.U.R. (Don't ask. Just. Do NOT.)
Light coming on. And if someone wakes up in Hell with a pomegrante for a pillow in the morning, well: I'll just do all this again the same way as I did the first time. AUTHENTIC ME, notZEUS. notZORRO, neither.
SAY MY NAME. (*some epithet that starts with a bee sting*) IF YOU LIKE. English really is a tortuous language, you know? But I am, as always, still -mostly- a monoglot.
DAS RITE MANGE/THE LEFT ABOOT\(klatuu barada FU, lol, wrololot grue.) Sarcasm detector malfunction.
Yeah, see? I was gonna go outside. I'm not there yet. I still have to "PROVE READ" because "NOT_WORTHY", okay? OKAY? ohhhh, Tazaaaamanian Devil.... shit, Taz broke the beer bottles again. Oh well. Maybe next time.
bbiab BBIAB bails BAILS bond, JAILBOND BREAK? NO. (no u chk) CRC CHK FAIL ok ok PASS.... DECLINE CANCEL DECLINATION DEGREE ZERO ZERO ZORRO ZERO EXECQTPI KILLQTPI SPLAMADI splash the canneloni I REPEAT: SPLASH THE LASAGANA, CANCEL THE CANNELONI, AND SHOVE THE SPAGHETTI UP YOUR ASS, ONE NOODLE AT TIME, UNCOOKED, OF COURSE, don't just shake the box like last time.
Our friend boat has suffered as a result of your drug addiction, and it's interesting that you blame me for that too. You wanted me to do what? Yeah I would have done that first day, so... I guess Brian Kegge and Alistar "Taps" Bailey-y-the-head during "sex" have some explaining to do. (*polite fuck you, we're all wolves where I come from LAKEFOREST CEMETERYPARK. AVALONE. ANIMALS TALK TO THE TREES AND SHIT ON YOUR CINDERS, THAT'S WHY.*) I'm not sure who is more annoyed. Probably her when she finds out why she got caught -this- time.
Here's a hint: it's a paladin and he's already dead, so... she can go either direction and fucking run, she'll find him one way or another. And I'm going to kill myself by going swimming too soon after injecting meth (kidding! I have SO MUCH to live for! Kiss my ass, Oven Mitts Rodney), and I mean: SW.I.M.IR.UV.STARDOTSTAR.
