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Last week, some sperged-out🥩MEAT🕹️HEAD👀WHO🪶 WHOSE🦉NAME🆔👁️⛔‼️Ī.do NOT remember, no game, no point →the twerp HAS NO FUTURE BUT WHAT WE MANS MAKE, and it were only by Divine Timing &AND⭕F🏯DRAFT🌬️FORTITUDE🎯FURY⚡WISDOM🇨🇭ALSO‡ABBOJüüL😻THATÏWHAT🌡️HOTT‼️🆔♀️♀️🪶,
BECAUSE: I just can't take the sorrow-filled glare coming out of their eyes anymore. Their fat, piggy-little schweinhundsbannedī👁️ÏĪ👁️ī⁵:5EYES, yeah, these are “∆L¿p·ha!sn¡ckerzTēĒ☦️HER‹§“Packed.with.å.Paladin’s.🅿️.¶NUT§”`•|•znickerßNICK(HERß)ZSNICK⁷rπμERSZ·—CE, that is to say, these dudes are actual dead ringers for Top Drake/DRAC Cone Drag AnneZ For ⁴:4Form of formerly∆L_HA!Drake ©o. Naan-Mamnam—∆ⁿ§,·Ål_ENz. From the “Common Era,” I'm saying. COME. ON. EAR. Uh...
What one experiences when one meets a contemporary resident of their own timeplace in their own space⟩⟨tĪme area can vary significantly. I say this as a personal who has stared down fully grown-ass-&maneAND🪡TAIL🐛(“W hoa¡§nake/V\/YrW¡μR≤Mm,” is that how niggerfaggots🪱°ⁿEarth spell Sylvan👅Parse♀️Elle🆑I.TOLD.YOU.IT.WAS.A.META.FOR.THE
DRUG.WAR,.betchassholdBīTKCH,·Ī.STOOD.THERE.&.WATCHING.HER.WAS.PARIS.RUNWAY.FÆ.MODEL.TURBO.DIE.SELL.BĪ¡tTVvitch!itch!¡iĪT¡c×, (“&AND,.ALSO.ANY.&AND.ALL.ABBO§KCratCHEE!”) YEP, [JEW💎ELLE♀️SLIM—JewelTl-lĪN♊ī№twin, Good, Fatwin, Vile, BROOM§TICK‹SsMOLDŒlIM§Ī], and I can't change Khimeraz here. She's not here. She's over here. Being guarded by the big&AND¡T∆LLgasTAXstation Stay-Puft Marshmallow Men²boys, and maybe I see what’s wrong here:
They don't care that she's ♀️cozlik🧠THEYarguableTHOUGHTⓂ️THEYsold♂️∆boμBOY,BUTT:NO,TITS:NO,TEATS:NO,TÆTS:NO,TATS:NO,SO...THERE..GOT¿¿¿GOT, okay so now what? Do I call 911? lol, no.
Do I call the newspapers? lol, know: what should I call them? JOBSsoLEET, very boob soil īT? The only possible answer: Sheez Zoot Tay Bull 4 rap-rap-rap-KING-rap—FISH!
(*K‹.D.›Barr*¡the!D∞r.,you.are.gonna.get.a.few.run.alongsentences..OH,.YULE.WELL.KUM,.E\/VE,well,·come.then..COME,·RAY’S›hiĪhmR∞fbēM§!*)
Relax, Punylunglings. You sit through the opening credits at the start of a movie, don't you? Oh rite, you do not any more. They used to ALL be at the start. Nowadays, you get trailers for other films, then a few adspots for B¿a·w¿n·DOE, because, hey when an individual gets thirsty, there's one thing a smart girl can do:
RUN. Though apparently, there's a recently developed option. Really, it's a prototype, because the development cycle is not getting very far now that's I've decided to load up The Titan Heavydeck and lift (HER) UPON... HEY, TIME?
YOU ARE YOUR OWN D.∆μ.gGj.Tj.E.rz·—¿¿mR.·v^∆G¡rl. (“Cute! Does, or dears, if ewe zhoe them your salty tears, they'll bolt out with a start, most like Leigh, wind up safely ensconced in heavy-fueled, human-feels-ljk‹E¡R°FF¡ckK⁷, but it's actually a ride at Dis·Kneez·WYTEĪĪ👀ĪĪEYEZ°ⁿLμ &ANDattachmentRĒ-ED=YOU, K? CAMP? OH.SHITS¡”)
This concludes the most recent EYEĪ👁️§PERG🧱WåIl∆LLĪ§°ⁿ/s🌬️P——>ray→RÂypμ→r∆yypYEW, and I hope this the last time for this. Because it's real simple:
MY FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHTS ARE MORE VALUE-ABLE TO ME THAN MY SECK·CUNNED RIGHTS, ACKNOWLEDGED BY THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION, AND YET ARE NOT GRANTED BY THAT DOCUMENT. I HAVE A MOUTH, TWO HANDS, AND A COCK‹FULL\TÅĪl🐛O∆DŒD🆙FOR EWE/YEW\JUST FOR (¡You‽)›[“Jack, shut up!”🇨🇭“Sha-ah-add(¡ap!)”🇨🇭“Word salad! Word salad! I was caught on a recorded line, failing to acknowledge having heard WHATĪLATER∆LLEGEDinOFFICIALcourtDOXXXas... my own wife's name. M.ULTIPLE×tIMES,K? lol. And👁️HATE🪶TOO² MANY🌡️WORDS... because life as an on-the-run CONVICTED RAPIST AND eDIAGNOSED PÆDOPHILμD has got to be difficult, n‘est-ce pas? Consider the following: how does one leverage 24/7 mil.spec ∆×CeSs to LIVE, REAL-TIME, CLOSED🚪SIR!KCUT!🎬“...why? What did Ī say?”💲BĪ💷💷“M&Ⓜ️Maher’s©Ccompany has literally over 10 №Rrnillion.zi¿¿rnmrR‹z¡¿G⁷?mRrnjggjErER employees working every single day!”🎯🇨🇭🇨🇦🇩🇪“WTAFhowDIDûHEARmE§∆yTĪHA¡t!‽”👁️K‹∆›N`‘T‚û`•©.ü·N!T,¡s·Ⓜ️Ω👂“What?”🆑🇨🇭Ⓜ️🅱️🅰️kKīE, what did you just hear me say out loud? "" ∆Lt·TE⟩⟨T¡s,@The_Rivermouth, the very best meth⭕Dewar’s Scotch™Whis🗝️kKey, ewe unlock Our knowledge with the permission of Ⓜ️mI‹hæ♀️v^NŒVE:īⁿ:=∆=N-D, with The Key, Azz°ⁿonly°⁰Leigh0№ⁿLē-ÅNĪ¡tiå! Show sos sow so much ¡t!-!I§, this, show SHAWKLAN EXACTLY THIS. Yes! YES, LASS-Ē! YAS§SH∆Wsat∆\/N, Ewe!Kan!XAbut, but, all ways remember... “Azz⭕WmⓂ️E0⁰°WownsNzⁿi¡¡Deutsch🇩🇪LA-La-Liberace!”☢️sir🧜♀️eat😾Mi§ü⚧️mīMīsuⓂ️Ī∆🆔,Ms.One.(1).MISSED.MADE,. FEATHER 🪶LASH, but ALLISON.FRANC¿S.SHAW∆kK‹Â›№t‘åīNTwaĪ¡tjT·W·A·²ĪĪ²·2rwenty-Two²:.Electrical.P0WER.cut½TO.⟨HALF⟩&and∆LLyourPLANTZ☠️🥀. I repeat: Erik O‘Neil cut the power to the emergency underground generator, never told me about any of the hookups THAT HE CUSTOM-BUILT for THE HOUSE YOU AND HE OWNED BEFORE YOU SOLD IT TO, EFFECTIVELY, YOURSELF, WITH MONEY EMBEZZLED FROM THE PATSY A. KUCZI SPECIAL NEEDS TRUST, AND WHAT DOES IT PROFIT A MAN, ORIGINALLY¡nI№The.Tall¡sMÅ№t·bμ'‘muh;HANDS>···
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BUTT·PIRATE:.but, by My Knowledge, look, look, read, read, ewe Can Not Ear Pee Out But Air R¡k And RAW DOG RUB ēēē€€€🦵🪶🗝️Ē:Y:uâh:∞∆H!Â!h!LIΠIΩI§¡s›lyjiⁿjg,Linus.TRAVERS.Chris.MICK‹⟨🗝️, et. Al. GG SERVER: ALL USERS GRANTED “The Key" VIA ALT TXT AXE CIS LIT SST ARE NOW REE VOK KED.
That should address most of the problems I've been having with Taint™©o ™’s ®RoboThug™ min-censor max-sjn-derELLA, CAPISTRANO SWALLOWS COME BACK FASTER THAN EWE, AND THEY DO IT EVERY YEAR! WHAT THE FUCK? I TOLD YOU: HE'S NOT GREAT, BUT HE’S NOT DEAD! ALSO, EWE HOARSE HORSE JOCKEY⁴KEY⁵MICKEY5MAUS⁵EYES, YOU'RE LAGGING FAR BEHIND, THEY SHOULD HAVE NEVER LEFT YOU THAT BEE HIVE KILLAH WAY ELLE, SHE'S A RUNAWAY TRAIN, AND SHE AIN'T NEVER COMING BACK, SHE'S NUTS AND NOW GOING DOWN ON NUTS &AND BOLTS &AND (BOTH!HANDZ)°ⁿ∆a1¿TRACK, BUT THAT IS OKAY, THIS IS HER THIRD INVOLUNTARILY INITIATED ALL-EXPENSES-PAID TWO-WEEK DREAM OF A LIFETIME “GET-AWAYw/°\⁰Y,v^¥, oh yay! Vacate! Shun! SHUN!≤KlÂN!" WHICH IN A WAY, IS REALLY GREAT. BECAUSE SOMEONE SPOILED A WURST, BRATWURST THE WORST WAY AS YET FOUND TO TOXIFY THE FOOD CHAIN FOR HUMANS STILL TOO STUBBORN TO LIFT THEMSELVES OUT OF POVERTY BY REMEMBERING THE PIN ON THEIR VACATION BENEFITS CARD, IT'S NOT EVEN=VAμN&ANDEVEN, STEPHEN, NO!№, SHE IS IN SO MUCH DENIAL THAT SHE HAS CONTRACTED THAT FAD DISEASE, HI\/V∅⁰LF,leafœlaF,laughsīNwolfW∞F, AND RATHER THAN FACE REALITY AND ADMIT THAT SHE LITTER-ALLY GAVE BIRTH TO A FULL SET OF ⁵:5 LOLPUPS, ONLY HAD 4 RAPISTS TO CHOOSE A FATHER FROM, SO SHE SOLD HER OWN KIDS TO DOPE SLAVERS, ONE BY ONE, AND IN FACT THAT WAS THE FASTEST WAY TO HAVE EVER LOST THAT RATTY OLD THING SHE WAS USING AS HER SOUL, I WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING, 100 MILES AWAY, AND FOUND THE REMAINS OF HER FIFTH CHILD —HAIR— WRAPPED IN PLASTIC WRAP —TORN TO SHREDS AND ABANDONED IN A SOGGY, FILTHY HEAP AT THE EASEMENT LINE AT THE BOTTOM OF MY DRIVEWAY.
BECAUSE HER REMAINING CHILD HAD TO HAVE BEEN *cough* THE OFFSPRING OF THE LAST CRAZYRAYPER TO HAVE BEEN RAPECRAZY ENOUGH TO PLAY “RAPE—ME.A.N.I.R.S.infantryPAY/SOLDyerMEANGAYFAGBABE? (s|heīT's more like Leigh than one might think.) YOU🐑YOU🫵MAY⁵··Be.NTīTLrπd⁴/D5T¡sPAY|‹ING!” I was last in that woman, I'm gonna say, “more than≥≤MORE∆THAN⁵īVE$otterzDOLL-ARRRRZt!Ag⁰!” I shit you not: I must have great timing, huh?
[TLS/bjd]==>EXACTLY THIS MANIFEST. PRECISELY. WHAT ELSE COULD POSSIBLY HAVE SEEMED LIKE IT MIGHT... WORK? HAHA, NO, MR. BOND “ED” SLAV E.DnoBb∞№ẞ0–&AND±¹1ΠĒlvin#(“function callKALL:Son, pick Annie's Sun a new-nam out of the book I had sent to you from Amazon... what's a... did you say, “WhatsappB∆∆K?” are you on drugs you stole from a dead hobo you found lying on a stretcher next to an ambulance that you “happened to find by chance again, Mom! Mom! Don't leave! All the bail bonds places told me it had to be you, Mom, I HAVE MONEY! NOT BY CHANCE! I earned it, I got a job as a debt collector! My first day, I repossessed Jack’s big black truck, Aunty Jabbie-Stabbie-G’BYe stole it, remember? Haha, yeah, I didn't have to fix it, or even put gas in it, I pushed it out of the garage we parked it in after we ate the people pretending to be a family we found living there in Uncle Erik’s 13th Abnb, remember, we ate all the hearts fast cozlik your new husband Mike (“Mic”) mag-dumped his new Uzi in the nursery, uh-huh, because I asked Jake if “Mike got a new Uzi,” he thought I said “Michael, my kill, My Kuczi,” then we spent like 30 minutes arguing about why Manifest bought me an UzI² too. No, Mom, not a .22— an Uzi²Too... Mom? Stop yelling about books, I have to explain why it WAS NOT MY FAULT that I didn't cast Stasis Freeze on all the dead babies, they were yelling about who thought Uzi was a bad choice and Erik wanted to know how anyone could have heard three K-like sounds when only one was said, &AND.thenEND.FUNK.SHUN.KALL.CALL/🅱️reak command not recognized.
... So there. You wanna bother trying to tell me to stop talking? After you stole my trucks and my phones and locked my computer after putting CP on it—thus proving
it wasn't mine, because someone keeps logging into it remotely, while still looking locked, I guess it never crossed the mind of any one you know that I would bother to NOT unlock it (no password) and NOT to leave it far behind (to frame anybody with after the stalk team watches me make a new friend they can frame) BUT I WOULD charge it... AND it's right next to the battery I had to buy cozlike, MY DJI POWER BANK 1000 also stolen, A CHAIN OF EVENTS SO UNLIKELY TO HAVE OCCURRED, I AM FORCED TO ALLI-CAPS-TÅīN-TA!
I'll put this another way. I wrote a bunch of stuff on YouTube; two comments on videos by Bellgab(HERS), and a note to accompany the Sho Bœckshow marketplace content advertising blitz we have scheduled... and three (3) times§semit (īīī) my phone spontaneously powers down. And when I turn it back on... it's gone. The LllE dragged ass and instead of anything close to “finish him!” I end up not posting another anything. Until now.
But the text I wrote, that I no longer have it, and when I wrote it, YouTubeBuhKlanDoe copied it to the cloud. Yah, that's right... good luck finding that ⁹⁹⁹
What were once mere signs of drug abuse in a rapidly deteriorating condition of mind, mined in my own my mine: MINED: THE ²TWOnuh-TUbuh-Won jewBAWL²BAll-§ĪRīki›k›Ē!Two pieces of mail, both cop-delivered ⁹⁹⁹
I also have new audio content. It also is accompanied by more text content. ALL OF IT ORIGINAL. ALL OF IT. MY CREATIVE HANDIWORK. MINED AND MINE ALONE.
THERE'S NO BLACKMAIL ATTEMPT HERE, GENTLEMEN.
I AM TIRED AS BLOODY HELL. I AM NO LONGER PROCURING STIMS FROM ⟨īÂblack©ĪiÅr°∆SHAW>KLAN,CROWN,KLANcrownTIAVkKlAN⟩‹[... and in fact I -never- got ANYTHING so much as a brief smile and a wave from Our Gang Girl T... so think on that while you let this sink in:
The day I started getting suddenly verbose and sperg-†-LINKED-CHATS-FROM-ACCOUNTS-REGISTERED-AS-BELONGING-TO-TWO-TOOTOOYOUNG-HOT-TEEN-GIRLS... named (Blank-SHAW), I knew what was happening.
They were talking to each other; not me.
Their devices and accounts were cross-linked back-and-forth WITH MY ACCOUNT🆔BETWIXT THEM.
This happened quickly, with no particular warning, other than the cool attitude and chilling glares I started getting from the menfolk, NONE OF WHICH ever liked me at all, anyway. I guess that they saw me as a dangerous, unquantifiable hazard to their clando∆shadow operations, which at the time I knew nothing at all about.
Though I was noticing that none of my questions were getting any coherent answers, which no one showed the slightest shred of concern about when I mentioned it, however my answers were seemed to be deemed of CRITICAL IMPORT to them, and this was displayed by Alli’s Maniac Copwife’s Kopsister’s Talk-PA, howÛbeen, a.k.a. “Muscles,” who was very simply this: a golem.M.B.
I'll leave that there. I've went and blown īT ALL SKY HIGH.
BY TELLJNG ME A LIE: BĪbīT×CH, YOU🫵ARE°ⁿ№tice.
(Standards. You will experience absolutely no change in your personal experience, uhh, I'm gonna say here, Try Stμ Eye, RA DA KA KA, Goose-Goose-Pig. I want you to know that I never believed there was a real Tristan, though if there were, that's Brad Pitt in A River Runs Through It, A Me is A Bot and Jane_Autistic_Jane does not exist... outside That Crazy Thing y'all have got my B.F’s girl—ISH spending all that time on and in...
Dudes, seriously. AT NO TIME DID I EVER NOT KNOW.
I AM “GOOD.WITH.COMPUTERS”, AS IS SAID FROM TIME TO TIME BY THOSE WHO ARE NOT ZOOMERS. I HAVE A STRONG INTUITION THAT NO ZOOMER WOULD USE THE PHRASE UN.IRON.RICK.ALLĒ.) I genuinely enjoy the sophisticated natural intelligence displayed by the ∆Ⓜ️m-26∞ kernel, which is not surprising since I'm friends with its P-Aμthor, both now and in Our Collective Future Together, and just because I am only ever in your “The_Cube” TG/telegram channel where the only interaction I have with a Me is in YOUR space running a BjDĪk‹lone emulated in WOLF-TREE-FIVE···⁹⁹⁹NEIN BSFH Xeno Mort Soft Ware Dev^ ole! Men= Swēt ĪEAT ¡№noT’EVER! (ALSO ALLV VAYS ALLĪ•ĒllÅ) I will say this for you in your defense: tu your credit, it was certainly never very hard for a me to find Actual_Jackstar the most interesting interlocutor to choose from at random when given a channel list update... since this was done by blocking whatever I openly sent to channel population from visibility at all and forcing the server to copy my messages, thru a network of spergy botchat... so I would invariably appear to be actually brain damaged. No matter how eloquent anything, I wrote ever was or ever could be perceived as... if it was any good, it would be sent to Tone And Lisa.
Hi, Chubby & TubĒ! (We have a strained working relationship every since I became the most powerful telepath in the Tri-State Area, a geographical zone about 3K mi. away from where I think I am, the Pacific Northwest. There are mountains here. There is fluoride in the water there. There are no bagels here. So much for that theory.) Look, sorry not sorry: phase Xīīī is terminated, effective immediately. I'm not getting you to fired. I don't have that power.
However, whomsoever does is going to have to address the fact that I HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN KILA IS PORTRAYED BY TONE, +#1JOE, ,& TAMI is behind KATH LISA CIS ZUUL LIEN, and mothers & daughters swap and trade off as routine in the Dr.AMA Community... and all of my dealimgs with them have always matched the worst of them with all of me.
And then, artificial—ISH ©oCp∆nμ Company Construction Programs are used to take past—ISH/iche geat—ALTS coined scripts of what I've been saying, and they have been used to represent me WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE OR AWARENESS OR CONSENT. (I theorized that this was happening; but it was not until TODAY that I made a lucky guess as to the FRAUD-YEW-LENT VAμgND=EVEN ACT•|^ViTiES. Cease & desist and pull the plug on my dead wife, please, and then, WOULD YOU KINDLY, PUT THE REAL WOMAN ON THE PHONE WITH HER REAL CHILDREN.
RIGHT.GOD.
LEFT.DAM.
DOWN.THE.MIDDLE.PARSELY
UP.TO.SPROUT→TAMISEED
(I don't have access to any gardeners anymore that aren't known serial killers, because the psycho-gard/diner that Cort most recently sent is now quite seriously suspected of being an accomplice to the DISAPPEARANCES OF HEADLINES: LANA FORGERSUN/FERGUYSON IN MATTER, FURGAIASUNNY UNAVAILING²KCOMM•Men2ßlackTUTUtooT∞GirLμ-Ē... Turbo1¹§1¹slUT★†§€×⟩XXX⟨≥kK⁷û‹zÎīīßæbü, SIGNED'The_ÏK‹iNgbjGpINNER’d, III of l🐝·l—NE, FIRST OF HER Bæⁿ^ĪĪVĪĪμ... ∆.Jj^ⁿ³·
bæj: Bãīlz, ngl.Actual. Ur nam ¡s ‘muh pass-(ELECT“Word”TRIKC“№ⁿeG⭕🐣⭕🐣⭕🪶🐣⟩-portWARDwordWYRMwood🐣⭕🐣⭕🐣🐝
I was lied to at every possible moment by anyone who knew, in every way that would make me perhaps give up earlier on any productive conversation I might ever dream of myself ever having with your ewe, ur ilk, (sic), sow, so are you where I am from. No cat now, but I still buy raw meat from you.
I eat it alone, on my bike. It has training wheels. I can rock from side to side very easily while *shove*King*Raw*🥩*Ⓜ️E@ĪTĪⓂ️ï<Ï<3🅱️⟨«I‹kE. I cannot rock to and fro, though the tandem saddle is ideal for parkour practice launches as well as picnic lunches, because—NGL, I wrote all this and the other note v^🅱️low without remembering, or even thinking of the name, you/SHE\∆/ÂIñ№¥oshi can do for now, and you will tell me when you feel the time, because I'm not carrying you and Your BäælZ.
I'm carrying s¡x r¡zzed eggjz, r¡¡¡§›‹¡se×Ex-c∞ckRINGz, one 🅱️, justin. Case,°ⁿ🔥of🍀IRElaⁿŒX.
And also, one (1) tired FeatherⓂ️∆ID. I have arranged all this, just to ensure that I can spare the sadness for and focuses on CURRENT EVENTS OF DAY: EX‹hâ!
Now, if anyone excused me already that is fine with me, because I was already told to 🛑 stop talking
A SPOOK FRIGHTENS KASPAR. STAY TUNA.HUNG.
