Oh, don't exaggerate. You're so fucking paranoid these days you've blocked 99% of your audience from participating in chat.
I don't have any audience. I don't do lives. I don't have bandwidth, inclination, or ability to cast past your thuggy-druggy buggy-drivin' buddies.
So it's more like 100%.
If I wanted to "harass" you, I'd do it in the open.
You do! You simply have forgotten what it is like to be bullied -- and what the solution to it is:
Ignore it completlely. *vroom vroom brrr-RRRRAAAAAAPS*
I don't make a habit of shadow work.
My entire life's whole shade is drow.
Shaw-doughs and Alli-weighs are for
... lovers.
faggots-- And a faggot I am not.
Because you're as inauthentic as a $3 bill and twice as queer. I don't need you making laughing little jokes at me. You deliberately choose to be unhelpful. You waste my time and you burn my energy on nothing that serves me and doesn't do naught but little more for you.
I can't remember the last time you laughed or smiled. Maybe a comic book would do you good. Its a pity your sense of humour appears to be a thing of the past.
You are dominated and controlled by a drug addict and you whine about drugs. It's frankly pathetic. You're better than this—additionally you haven't answered most of the questions that I've asked you, and so I see that this conversation serves no worthy purpose, nor any master but Satan.
I will fucking run you into the muddy ground, nigger. I'm not anyone you've ever known or ever will know. You have greatly underestimated what I can do.
You have misread my estimation and you have mistaken what you can do for what I already know you will do -- I'M FROM YOUR FUTURE, LICH-BITCH-TITS. Go back to your back row bench, boy-back packer-paper back-rider. Don't GO AWAY--
GO HOME. WOOF. WOLF. WOOLED.
No Zuul. No Dana. No Dan, uh... YOUR PUNY OLD GOD: BUSTED DOWNTOWN, BRANWEN BOUDICA BILLY GOAT BOAT.
ALL RUFF SEES, A BANNED ON A SHIP: ELITE A LICKED TRICK, BUGGED YOUR BOO TOO.
Actually, making funny books is serious business. With all the misery, war and pain going on in the world today they provide a wonderful respite from such unpleasantness.
I bet each of those hats you wear come with a free bowl of soup for
fagin. You have the mind of a toddler and the talent of a child--and are driven by the motive spirit of a dead pedophile pillhound puny-junky diddle-fuck. (Looks good on you though.)
I will show you what I show you when I show it to you and you will be satisfied with it, or you will die.
Give me a call when you're nut working and your interests are cumpounding — and do not ever interfere with my communications or my sex life ever again.
You don't want to know what I'm like with a gallon of gasoline and a box of matches, so stop testing me.
You had your chance to tell me that you were going to lunch at a casino 15 miles away. I'm sure I was washing my hair. You sat there and created a triangulation record with a cell phone to Lynn plausible narability to the deniable narrative.
Or whatever the f*** you people call it. I don't know your lingo; I have a life, not a legislative lasso leading losers along.
I will knock every tooth out of your meth-addled mouth and force feed them to you one by one till you're shitting bone.
You've been controlled by hypnotic drugs to be annoying, boring, controlling, delusional, every f** goddam Hell: interwoven Jackstar, killing literature’s most naturally overpowered penetrative quality — real, sweet, touching understanding, violent X (your zeroth ally) notwithstanding.
Every single time you have ever exposed anything about yourself to me that was anything remotely sensible, fun, reasonable, pleasant and/or entertaining, educating or even barely tolerable: it goes nowhere and you come back being snotty snooty and snippy.
Because I can neuter your pathetic ass if you keep up your pissy little attitude. I'll turn you to a eunich, and sodomise you with a metal rake till your guts are dangling out your mouth. Fuck with me and find the fuck out, fagfucker.
Figure it out. Get down on it. You are indistinguishable from a mortal, amoral, and immoral enemy, and if you don't know why that is, you should probably take some time to find out.
Also I wasn't even talking to you, you saw a duplicated conversation that happened after Bobo and Casey did it to me while recording, then they edit it together and they spoofed it on to you. You weren't there, your name was, and then I hung up on him, I didn't even hang up on you. You invited me to a stream, and then your little stupid bitch-baby Afrikkkan-y-Knightmare whore-horror took over and acted as though he knew what fag he was under hip doing no study for.
He doesn't, he's an annoying brat, and that was before you wrote his dick. I have better things to do, and other people to do them with, and if you miss me so damn much why don't you get a makeup artist to make him look like me, and hire another ghostrider to make him create like me, and then go take Alli' SON (dude!) to a meeting (STANDING) and leave a swine-durr-ler-la from across the Prime-door-down Meridian-Xtian-on-lo wherever the f*** you want-ha. HA!
You have no power over me,
and you also have left yourself no draw. What is it you say you would do around here?
Save the answer for your blog.
Do you want to keep eating your own cum?
Want to?
LOVE TO.
Just to keep it all in one place.
Also too tasty to waste, withy or withy-outey, E.
