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[Lazarus]

More Falkie level platypus crap.

KUCZI@UNICORNTODAY.COM
jackmikestarhealsune@tutanota.com

Your blank is still my PIN. This is not a circumstance I can recognize often, as my last bank account has been fraudulently drained, I'm now down to ~$14,000 in consumer and student loan debt. None of my seven smartphones have service or are smart enough to have found me a secure way of to access the illiquidity I have to pay those debts; or, to simply refinance. Try as I might have, I simply couldn't get an agent on the goddam phone to handle the simple refinance a mere $15,000 in debt while I've got $30k in precious metals and am the sole Beneficiary of a Special Needs Trust worth at least half a million dollars. One would think that this would be a bookkeeping task that just about anybody with an abacus and a flip phone could manage to pull off, but it would seem that everyone that I looked to handle this with me was more interested in just ripping me off and keeping me in the dark, on the side. It's like none of them understood the purpose of a litmus test. Also, it seems to have been lost on no less than half a dozen grown-ass adult women that I'm not going to “move on” blindly in, into, or through the dark without consulting with trusted voices as to the actual true nature of consensual reality.


I am disturbed by what I have heard has happened, mostly because I don't believe that it has. I don't know when you think you've talked to me or conversed with me, but you really haven't. I HAVE ONLY BEEN ALLOWED CONTACT WITH ASSHOLE FEDS. It's absolutely appalling circumstances that has made the wholesale manipulation and exploitation of untold numbers of people possible. I don't know what is happening in the real world. No one returns my calls. No one leaves voicemails. A revolting gang of stalking predators has been stealing my identity through all manner of means in multiple states. My running water to the house has been sabotaged, and rather than repairing this, I am forced to negotiate with the people who pretend that they have nothing at all to do with the timing of the water turning off, at the same time the A/C stopped functioning, right at the beginning of a heat wave that washes over the continent.


This was timed to drive me insane right before my Court appearance on August 16; I showed up smelly but quite rational. Why anyone thought this was a good idea is utterly beyond my capacity to figure. This has been going on for years. YEARS of happiness and snuggles are gone to... well I guess not waste.


But I cannot handle being left alone like this. I am seriously about to lose my goddam mind, and this is not an outcome I am willing to endure. And all I wish to do is TALK TO YOU, wtf, I did not think that it would TAKE THIS LONG to essentially BREAK UP WITH SOMEONE, omfg, OKAY well, now I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND something I never understood before, which I would be happier to explain in person. And I would be happiest to understand what you could tell me in conversation, once I talked to you, because I talked to you before and I liked your opinions, well now I know that it's such a big freaking deal, I really want your opinion, and also, I possibly don't want to speak to any other human ever again, like I am HORRIFIED by what Certain People have done, and how I cannot confirm which direction I'm supposed to run from this town from, listen, it's like this: it's leaving money on the table to pay my debts and spend the rest of my capital on public records requests, when I could refinance easier in an entirely different way depending on whether I'm going north or south, and I absolutely refuse to make this important life-changing decision while locked away from society on a tiny plot of land with a particular set of uniquely profitable circumstances.


I've also got this thing going on with the frogs and this plant in the pond. I'm sure that I cannot make a decision on this without consulting Some One, especially since I'm told that I'm supposed to get The Consultant involved. (The spirits are demanding.)


I regret needing to ask you like this. I am also sorry that I had to publish it in the open in plain text and not make it be apparent which of the seven people that it could be written to, You. (I like them and I love you and I am not going to pick one that you are perfectly capable of pointing me at when I don't have access to the same data that you do. That's why this NO CONTACT bullshit is oh-so-actionable and why nothing that I've tried to work at has functioned at all, because it actually has to be... You.)


I think I've managed to keep myself out of jail. The law in Washington is very strict; if I don't do this right then I have to spend a year in custody, and I don't want to do that. All I want is to talk to you, so you know who this letter isn't written to, that's for sure. This should be a gesture you can understand the significance of. Troublingly, this Samsung I'm swiping this on is not very adept at translating my gestures.


jafd

[AZZERAE]

So you're also on this kook's mailing list. Interesting.

[AZZERAE]

Jesus Christ, this guy lives in a state of perpetual victimhood, and is obsessed by a few of the same old notions that he perseverates over and over again on. Its like he's an iPod, and the collection of songs on it are the topics he covers; they're on shuffle and there's never anything new on there, its always the same old playlist, just being played in a different sequence over and over and over and over and over. What's crossed my mind lately, and some of the conclusions I've drawn on the issue are that the problems he has with however things are going are clearly not problems he wants solutions to, because he'll find fault with anyone who does suggest a possible solution, or present a myriad of newer problems that their dog shit solution will create. Of course, it doesn't matter how good a solution is to a supposed "problem" he is having is, it'll automatically be dog shit. It'll always be dog shit. No matter who says it, or how remarkable and altruistic their efforts, everything will forever be dog shit to this pig. So, whoever it is that attempts to shelter him from the cold, hard realities this life comes with, makes excuses for him, defends his insolent, dismissive, antisocial behaviour, either hasn't been around him long enough to understand how deeply troubling the lengths he'll go to spite anyone that obstructs his path are, have been hoodwinked or seduced by his snake-like charm (and will eventually be bitten), or are willingly protecting a sociopath, compulsive liar and enabling the delusions of a psychotic paranoid schizophrenic drug addict. To those - like Swishy for instance - I say, keep playing this dangerous game, dance freely as you like with the Devil, but you will get burnt. We're past the point of sympathy or compassion. No one wants or needs to hear about this dudes ex, his plumbing plight, the garbage he won't take out, the car he totalled, the meth he just did, his dead cat, what Tarot card reader he watched last, how myself and Inner Reach broke in to his house and destroyed all his appliances, the fact that he has 7 phones or no money. Like, stop. No one cares. Die, faggot.

[Jackstar]

Jesus Christ, this guy lives in a state of perpetual victimhood,

Well, I do have to put up with you. Is there any way I can have you replaced with a twat-equipped Haitian? Such an individual would be undoubtedly of better company than you can supply.

What happened to you? You seem so... cranky. Did something happen?

No one cares. Die, faggot.

Don't you have your own personal blogthreads to pollute? It's a big site. Seems like you could whine about your hallucinatory delusions about me somewhere else; how about the place where you store the transcripts of all your rape fantasies?

Or, is that on your sister-site?

[Jackstar]

More Falkie level platypus crap.

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Your blank is still my PIN. This is not a circumstance I can recognize often, as my last bank account has been fraudulently drained, I'm now down to ~$14,000 in consumer and student loan debt. None of my seven smartphones have service or are smart enough to have found me a secure way of
to access the illiquidity I have to pay those debts; or, to simply refinance. Try as I might have, I simply couldn't get an agent on the goddam phone to handle the simple refinance it a mere $15,000 in debt while I've got $30k in precious metals and am the sole Beneficiary of a Special Needs Trust worth at least half a million dollars. One would think that this would be a a bookkeeping task that just about anybody with an abacus and a flip phone could manage to pull off, but it would seem that everyone that I looked to to handle this with me was more interested in just ripping me off and keeping me in the dark, on the side. It's like none of them understood the purpose of a litmus test. Also, it seems to have been lost on no less than half a dozen grown-ass adult women that I'm not going to “move on” blindly in, into, or through the dark without consulting with trusted voices as to the actual true nature of consenual reality.

I am disturbed by what I have heard has happened, mostly because I don't believe that it has. I don't know when you think you've talked to me or conversed with me, but you really haven't. I HAVE ONLY BEEN ALLOWED CONTACT WITH ASSHOLE FEDS. It's absolutely appalling circumstances that has made the wholesale manipulation and exploitation of untold numbers of people possible. I don't know what is happening in the real world. No one returns my calls. No one leaves voicemails. A revolting gang of stalking predators has been stealing my identity through all manner of means in multiple states. My running water to the house has been sabotaged, and rather than repairing this, I am forced to negotiate with the people who pretend that they have nothing at all to do with the timing of the water turning off, at the same time the air conditioning stopped functioning, right at the beginning of a heat wave that washes over the continent.

This was timed to drive me insane right before my Court appearance on August 16; I showed up smelly but quite rational. Why anyone thought this was a good idea is utterly beyond my capacity to figure. This has been going on for years. Years of happiness and

It's interesting that you're posting an edited version of what should really be.. you know, something... best kept private.

Go piss up a flagpole.

You and Lazarus sure do think you can do whatever you want, huh? Weird. brb, gonna get a blood test.



p.s.: U == pwned

[Jackstar]

what should really be.. you know, something... best kept private [...], huh? Weird. brb, gonna get a blood test.

Just to keep it all in one place. btw, this coughing hottie in the waiting room... has some nice boots. BOOTS, not boobs. She's wearing an R2-D2 hoodie (cool!) so I couldn't tell, even if I was into ogling sick chicks in a medical doctors’ waiting room. But those boots...

They're almost exactly like the ones that someone (who was intending to defraud me) promised to send me in exchange for some Magic™: The Gathering cards. EQUINOXEN. What a fucking shitshow that turned out to be.

The boots were absolutely crap. Like, they showed up in a box CAKED IN DRIED MUD.  Since they came FROM TEXAS and the whole arrangement was SKETCHY AS FUCK in the first place..  I was not surprised that the cards that I was supposed to send back... mysteriously SUFFERED WATER DAMAGE.

So I ignored the guy — I think I threw both THE BOOTS and THE EQUINOXEN into the city dump. And, here's why:


I KNEW IT WAS A SCAM THE ENTIRE GODDAM TIME, ASSHOLES.

[Master Trollda]

Guys, quit yer bickering. Globalist billionaires just intentionally offed a bunch of people with a fire in Hawaii. There are bigger issues to discuss.

[Jackstar]

gonna get a blood test.

Note: at this time, the medical establishment has possession of a sample of my piss.

p.s.: U == pwned

Trace amounts of all the drugs I've been exposed to for the last year and a half will be found in my blood and my urine; because before I left the house, I ritualistically cleaned all my vaping gear.

THIS. IS. CHECKMATE. (And if you don't know why, you probably don't know what can be done with a mass spectrometer, a degree in forensic science, and the world's biggest battleaxe to grind.) This isn't zugzwang. It's not any kind of wang at all.

It's game over for... well, I'll just say “someone” and leave it at that. What do I know –or care? I’m not a Boomer; I don't play stupid Boomer games or give a shit about stupid Boomer prizes. Here's what I care about:

That my blood, urine, sweat, & tears is compatible with the girl I'm sweet on -AND- my blood doesn't jump out of a petri dish and attack the right lab technician at the wrong time; as if anything else could go wrong with this courtship ritual, massive dynamic rolleyes, that would be it.

What basically none of you understand can be summed up by the following two statements:

#1) My life and my plans have been building up to this since 2018. Many moving parts. Very specific orders. Extremely crucial rules of engagement. Shreiking harpies suddenly screeching about routes of administration, say what? That dog doesn't hunt.

#2) CHARLIE IS ALWAYS LISTENING. Most of you are drooling, slack-jawed troglodyte thugs, sticking your insipid thug noses into my life; into my business; and into my email... reading about things that you have no hope of understanding the actual context of. Things you couldn't understand. Things you shouldn't understand.

Things you WOULD NOT UNDERSTAND. Oh, sure, I could have gone around the world on a “explain-it-to-your-brothers-while-seducing-your-sisters-Grand-Prix-world-championship-tour,” but for one thing, I'm getting kind of long-in-the-tooth for that kind of thing... and while I enjoy being known for being a Sourcerœr, I also greatly prefer being known for having at least some class. (Your rumor mill grist has no class -or- style -or- EVEN any TASTE, Bellgab. You scum are vile.)

Also when it comes to the matter of traveling the world as a whore with class... I doubt the current world record will EVER be matched, topped, surpassed, broken, or beaten.

[Master Trollda]

Note: at this time, the medical establishment has possession of a sample of my piss.


Trace amounts of all the drugs I've been exposed to for the last year and a half will be found in my blood and my urine; because before I left the house, I ritualistically cleaned all my vaping gear.

THIS. IS. CHECKMATE. (And if you don't know why, you probably don't know what can be done with a mass spectrometer, a degree in forensic science, and the world's biggest battleaxe to grind.) This isn't zugzwang. It's not any kind of wang at all.

It's game over for... well, I'll just say “someone” and leave it at that. What do I know –or care? I’m not a Boomer; I don't play stupid Boomer games or give a shit about stupid Boomer prizes. Here's what I care about:

That my blood, urine, sweat, & tears is compatible with the girl I'm sweet on -AND- my blood doesn't jump out of a petri dish and attack the right lab technician at the wrong time; as if anything else could go wrong with this courtship ritual, massive dynamic rolleyes, that would be it.

What basically none of you understand can be summed up by the following two statements:

#1) My life and my plans have been building up to this since 2018. Many moving parts. Very specific orders. Extremely crucial rules of engagement. Shreiking harpies suddenly screeching about routes of administration, say what? That dog doesn't hunt.

#2) CHARLIE IS ALWAYS LISTENING. Most of you are drooling, slack-jawed troglodyte thugs, sticking your insipid thug noses into my life; into my business; and into my email... reading about things that you have no hope of understanding the actual context of. Things you couldn't understand. Things you shouldn't understand.

Things you WOULD NOT UNDERSTAND. Oh, sure, I could have gone around the world on a “explain-it-to-your-brothers-while-seducing-your-sisters-Grand-Prix-world-championship-tour,” but for one thing, I'm getting kind of long-in-the-tooth for that kind of thing... and while I enjoy being known for being a Sourcerœr, I also greatly prefer being known for having at least some class. (Your rumor mill grist has no class -or- style -or- EVEN any TASTE, Bellgab. You scum are vile.)

Also when it comes to the matter of traveling the world as a whore with class... I doubt the current world record will EVER be matched, topped, surpassed, broken, or beaten.

You are a pathetic black hole of a person.

[Jackstar]

You are a pathetic black hole of a person.

Opinions vary. ßUT most importantly, I'm not in prison, on the hook for capital murder, -OR- a slave to a paycheck... so I'm okay with my P.R. not being all that it could be. Stay bitter, Wagie.

[Master Trollda]

Opinions vary. ßUT most importantly, I'm not in prison, on the hook for capital murder, -OR- a slave to a paycheck... so I'm okay with my P.R. not being all that it could be. Stay bitter, Wagie.

Money isn’t the only currency in life, as you well know. You had that covered (until recently) and everyone still hates you. What’s up with that?!

[Jackstar]

Note: at this time, the medical establishment has possession of a sample of my piss.

They have my blood now too. *happy sighs* A lot of people worked tirelessly for years to make this all happen The Right Way, Kids.

Forge early and forge often, that is all I can say to some of you.

everyone still hates you. What’s up with that?! :D

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They hate me for my freedoms.

You had that covered (until recently)

For example... I am free to pay my debts at a time that is convenient for me. Maybe this week? Maybe next week? Hang on, I gotta check the price of Aμ/Ag.



Because it matters. Plebs just can't even.

[Jackstar]

Globalist billionaires just intentionally offed a bunch of people with a fire in Hawaii.

It's not nice to fool with Mother Nature, but it's downright fuelish to fuck with the insurance industry.

btw, who died? Hopefully, everyone who owes me money... last grasp pays for all.

[Master Trollda]

It's not nice to fool with Mother Nature, but it's downright fuelish to fuck with the insurance industry.

btw, who died? Hopefully, everyone who owes me money... last grasp pays for all.

Calling you an idiot is an insult to idiots.

[Jackstar]

the meth he just did

Flushed it, Pillhound. Go on, hate me for being addiction-free. Perhaps for you, I'll develop a fetish.