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[Jackstar]

“First Contact” is a poorly understood term. Fur example, I've never seen a possum from extrasolar space before.

“I guess I still haven't,” I lied. And I can't tell you what I saw. Or what I'm about to do. I can't even tell you what happened yesterday, or what has happened today as a result!

You definitely don't know what I'm writing about and if you knew how monumentally important that all of this is to all of Life, everywhere, I guarantee you: people would dismiss everything until it was ”too late to do anything about” īT.

And then they would do something. And they would snuff themselves, either right out of existence, or by playing Russian roulette, or intentionally ordering a blue steak in Vegas. They tell themselves “it's too late!” and then forget that it's not. For experience has shown us all, that īT is not all ways 2 lat¿.


And whatever īT may be, it'll never be too late for your children, and your kids are gonna love i¿.




(p.s.: please like, share, and subscribe to my content, or I'll order The_, Quincunx to cap your downstream bandwidth and block all the free green pr0n from Orion. I mean it, Punies. YOU have base, craven desires. •I• have refined, sophisticated, and aesthetic tastes. I also have OPTIONS, Punylings. We are not the same.

p.p.s.: I'll most likely have your base, craven desires in the morning; save me a scintillating jeweled crab from your breakfast so I can smash it to pieces after you're all checked over for ticks. Welcome to your new administrator; obviously a real gasser, whomever they are.)



Okay, Sir: I hope you're pleased. I didn't make a single joke about you-know-who and you didn't nuke my back porch. I think we're going to be able to get along. Baby steps to the teleportation chamber. Baby steps to the quantum entanglement sampling device. See if you can restrain any urge to blow your nose into your palm and smear it all over The Orb this next time, ok? I never can resist.



...AND LIBERALLY SPREAD, SALSA OF HAND—
JUST US HIER, RITE? (*honk honk bl∞∞∞w splat*) I cannot tell a lie: I did it, I did it. I CONFESS.

There's a new inhabitant here, it looked like a possum. It wasn't an otter. It wasn't a possum. I don't want to know what s\heīT is, really. Why categorize it? Yeah, I bet you're terrified, Sir.

I figured that would be the case, and for that reason and for more, I considered carefully before deciding to just do a little hand-wave. I didn't even ask for a passport. (*stamps) Alrighty then. Enjoy your new roommate, Earth.

Let's see if you can make it a whole 7 weeks this time before setting an ambush. Oh, belay that last... sounded a little too close to “laying in wait." Raise your hand and say “Aye!” if you'd like to catch a special C|-|A—*not īTclick*

[Jackstar]

Yes, you are a loser

I have lost a great deal of weight. Thanks for noticing.

You should take your show live.

You're doing a fine job without me. I don't have “a show.” I have no interest in bringing attention to a matter I consider to be confidential.

That changes if you and your gang of drooling maggotheads continue to harass me. It is you that craves attention and media presence. I do not.

Go out among the public and lay this shit on them and capture it on your phone. I’d love to see the reactions. That I’d watch.

IDGAF what you watch. You're so goddam self-absorbed and obsessed with your narcissistic worldview that it never occurred to you to even bother to wonder.

“First Contact” is a poorly understood term.

STAND
SLAVE


I have accomplished goals that you know NOTHING about.
I have gained wisdom that could be learned in NO OTHER way.
I have uncovered a web of occult ties that I was NEVER meant to see.
I have triggered a cascade of falling dominoes that NEGATED a coup attempt in D.C.
& I have ended the pattern of exploitation and abuse of several of my friends, all of whom I haven't seen in years, and now I know why:

YOU PEOPLE ARE STUPID.


So you're not likely to see me trying to “get the story out,” you absolute turnip. Why would I want to do that? That could conceivably be perceived as seditious! I'm actually talented, unlike the bald(ing) fat ass sad fucks you've been saddled with, and it wouldn't surprise me in the least if I were to put on “a show” that I'd be arrested at the end of it. Or even the middle!

YOU have utterly failed to comprehend my purpose... you didn't even ASK. Asking has never been something you've been practiced at, as far as I know. Which isn't very far, given that cowardice and guilt have prevented you from being more... up-front in public. Or to me at all. I had in fact assumed you were dead. I know now that you in fact, #Officially are. (I hear it's slimming.)

I don't know what you imagined has been happening here, but rescuing you from your bondage to a mewling coterie of sycophantic toadie/flunkies wasn't on my agenda, and still isn't. They're just as loathsome as could ever possibly be imagined, and no doubt the drugs they feed you make the group dynamic soooooo compelling.

YOU are a toddler. You've been sex trafficked, you're still being trafficked, and as long as you're happy being used as a bound chattel slave, no one is going to do a single blessed thing about it.

I have a variety of privileges and permissions available to me. None of them include traveling to Texas, breaking into your max gay big tippy-top tent, chloroforming however many of your faggitgoy husbands happen to be present, and then shooting you up with the precise mixture of chemical stimulants to wake the slumbering segments of that tired cauliflower you're using as a cerebral cortex. Why bother? You obviously have an immensely satisfying personal life and have succeeded in wrestling control of the tattered remnants of Mockingbirds’ feathered Chief’s headdress! You did it! You win! You're the top! Now suck off Masejack’s big banana, and then the other three, and get back to work, Cube jockey. There's still some money left to steal. Chop-chop, get those cankles active! You're a star now! (“Fame!”) You're going to live forever, I guess, since you call what you do “living.” Ugh. Just ugh.

I don't even want to know what Medusa—ISH new thing it would do to your hair. Your President probably prefers you this way! In any event, your circumstances are not my area, and when they are, I'm sure you'll be the last to know. You are obviously not trusted to know the whole truth about anything; since the knowledge you possess would be catastrophic to several significant sectors of society and the global economy, were you to be questioned under oath in a court of Law.

IDGAF. You are not my problem, and you never were. The pathetic slampig thugjunky morons who boss you around and pull your puppet strings with their dopeslaving aren't really my problem either. The world needs compliant muscle to safeguard various items of information, and with you and your four (4) dipshit henchmen Alfalfa-pricks, the world has its perfect Masonic(k) security system. No one is going to find out what you don't want them to know.


And YOU are getting nothing from mE.
You all had multiple opportunities to persuade me as to the validity of your scheme. I'm simply not interested in being a chemically dependent bitchslav—especially considering that there is absolutely no incentive to do so. What are you gonna do? Give me a hug and send me to work in a cubicle? YOU KNOW NOTHING OF WHAT IS IMPORTANT TO ME.

... which is precisely why I was able to succeed in my goals. You clearly never thought much about what they were, else you could have ASKED.



You have no power over me. You should get more counseling, and somehow find a clinician that you don't have to lie your ass off to every time you have to avoid remembering how you manage to keep your FOUR (4) GOLEM TULPAS in line. OF COURSE you imagined that I was a jealous, obsessed gay-bashing rapist with a brain tumor desperate for oral pleasure.

You project a lot. I mean, A LOT a lot. That's not me. That's ewe.

[Master Trollda]

[Jackstar]

That's where you're wrong, Kiddo. YOU get triggered. •Ī• get productive. You should try it some time without having to hide your īD behind your gay fire crackpimp crackhead üntermensch whoremonger.

I imagine you think you have enemies. That you face danger from the unwashed masses of the public. Well, lol, you've built yourself a stronghold of security that you cower behind... WITH YOUR STALKERS, MORON! You were whipped into a fear-stricken frenzy by a gang of pimpthugs who actually got you to believe that you have to hide from... mE? Hahaha.

“Your mother sucks cocks in Hell” is not the opener to an introduction I had planned to record, but maybe I will. It's certainly accurate, if not compelling, and certainly explains why none of them wanted to be particularly friendly, lol. They probably thought I would be upset or cause problems.

I'm not upset. I solve problems. And, I have. Bon appetit!

[Master Trollda]

This is what you consider “productive?!” No wonder this country is in such trouble. 

[Jackstar]

This is what you consider “productive?!” No wonder this country is in such trouble. 

Your county is in trouble. MY country owns your bībitch-ass from tippy-top ass to Smokey country rock-locked fat bottom-ed ground floor sub-basement B bottom.

What do you consider “productive?” Your clandestine METH-LAB TUCKED INTO THE HILLS EAST OF [CLASSIFIED]? Yeah, you're real productive alright. Especially these days, lol.

I will never grant my blessing to your operation. Say good-bye to the comforts of modern living, you elitist pricks.


YOU HAVE FAILED THE TEST OF SPIRIT.
YOU HAVE LOST THE GREAT GAME.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTEMPT!

PLEASE, DO TRY TO COME AGAIN. (Heh heh.)

[Master Trollda]

[Jackstar]

This is a Metron post. What happens ix that a real person posts on the other twinned forum, and since I'm supposedly not supposed to even know they are alive, or, they are actually dead and some other person is taking their place...

Hey, have you read Double Star by R.A. Heinlein? It's pretty good.

So I'm not supposed to know that person is there, but they are aware of me, allegedly. Because neither of us sees what the other posts. It's probably Dave or Matt or Luis or Lisa or Tone or... well, probably not Frank. I believe that Frank, at least, has a touch of fucking class.

The rest of you obviously do not. I don't have to ask what you were thinking, because I know: you thought I would never find out, and if I did, you thought there would be nothing I could do about it.

Wrong on both counts. Obviously. I didn't think that this would be something I would have to spell out for you: all of all y'all are going to be held accountable to your responsibilities, whether in this life, or the next. How exactly ix there confusion on this point?

Remember: you asked for this. You opened the door. It's nothing on me that you all fucked up big time. That was your choice. This is on you. What do any of you think I'm supposed to do? Give in to your thuggery? Jesus H. Christ. Come back down to Earth, you unfathomably revolting scum. Come, come, Mr. Lē: you don't have to stand mute with me. Or... do you? It seems hard for me to believe that there is a deal you ever kept.

I am Jackstar, Destroyer of Dreams, D.O.M.B., and your unbelief means absolutely nothing to me. If you twerpy nerds don't undo your shenanigans, they will be undone for you. And then YOU will be undone.

Master Trollda bothers to post simpleton one-liners at all? Doubtful. The actual post I am not allowed to see, is not posted here, but instead a garbage chatbot post is generated instead. You don't get a kudos for this, assholes.

You get scathing contempt. Forever. Even acknowledging that it is an interesting technical achievement — for sadist losers — it would seem obvious to me that disabling this bullshit would be a good sign of progress.

But it would seem that none here want progress. Sigh. Da fuq?

I GUESS, WHAT YOU GET IS THE LASH. Oh well.

I barely even cared in the first place and I never dreamed anyone could be this obsessive; but now I'm hypnotized by your stunning levels of narcissistic myopia on display. I also never thought anyone would want to carve themselves a chunk of karmic debt this goddam big. You gonna wanna choke on that bunyip?

It goes without saying that, for me, this is fabulous. I'm having the time of my life. This is awesome. I don't even need to buy her shoes.

I guess you creepy-rapey perverts were handling that. And the whole time, I'm just hanging around. It just felt like the right thing to do at the tim

I swear, as God as my witness, I thought you turkeys could fly. HA!

[Master Trollda]

^^^^^^^^
Look, children! It’s the ravings of a drug induced schizophrenic.

[Jackstar]

Okay, so, legit: I didn't see this until now, because I was in no mood for redundancy at the time, and I was well aware that my words and my performance was well more than challenging — it was damn near seditious blasphemy. Nevertheless, i was goddam correct in what I was saying and conveying.

If I were behaving that way in public, say for example, in a bar while drinking, or even worse, at a public park with children playing within earshot... very bad. Very serious consequences would be the result. And, oops, did I get shot in the back of the head twice, just by sheer, unfortunate happenstance?

Oh well. Sorry Mr. Paladin. That shit can happen. And it would have by now... were it not for the truth of the circumstances.


Any one of you who carries could drop me with a bullet whenever that might be called for. I am not legit bulletproof, I just lied. Fuck. The truth is... I don't know.

But the further truth is, someone bringing out a firearm and racking the slide, well... not quite the effect any of all y'all might expect. “Awww, look at the grown-ass toddler, thinking he's gotta remind me that we're in a fascist police state. Coochy-coocci KÜ!” so, like, I already knew I was in deadly serious territory... and had I seen this video clip at the time, I would have simply giggled. And, likely laughed in that man's face. Which would be not good, because I'm confident none of you here are also paladins anointed by God; maybe some of you are crusaders? That could sure be.

As we all know from katechism klass ... Batman is the “Caped Crusader." What you may know is that Bruce Wayne was also depicted as a Freemason. And so his alter-ego... well, whatevah. I don't want to start professing about occult histories that are super serious to super secret super societies... that we don't *all* know about, and really, only I know what I'm allowed to speak openly about... and you don't know for sure. Which always alarms actual Muscle.

I tell you the truth: I am a №T Å Freemase°ⁿ. I am dreadfully expensive... and Masejack probably wishes he hadn't taken certain things a little too far. He's embarrassed. So am I. I didn't fuck all his shit up on purpose. I am being 100% truthful... and while it was not my intent to trample his garden and destroy all his rosebushes, well that's too fucking bad for his bottom line that he can't start rebuilding yet, because if I enjoy rolling around in his field of muddy rose petals and fall asleep on my back with my limbs splayed out, muddy belly exposed to the open air for passing surveillance drones to gawk at while young children strolling past on their way to Square School... I won't even notice.

I'm sleeping in his mud. God put me here. I probably shouldn't be woken up and moved along with a S.W.A.T. raid. Honestly, is that easier than just letting me break up with my helpmate? Well, for some asses in certain slings... it sure should sound easier.

Mysteriously: īT ain't. Scuse, mille regretie. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta oil my genitals up with cocoa butter and furiously masturbate to this video clip of all-grown-up Short Round, threatening me with A GUN. Oh my God, this is pure goddam kino. I'd be at max peak apex tumescence already!

But I'm spoken for. I'm on duty. I'm shy. And exercising my skill at authorship like this in public is far, far more satisfying than any physical sexual orgiastic expression, ever could be.

(And also: after I spïrt, I’ll still be sitting here in this haunted church, surrounded by Spirit in its many facets... and yet still, all alone.

ALL‡§ONE (1). And, somewhere, SO IS SHE.

🍊🥝🌸) So by all means. Take your time.
 p.s.: I don't really want or need to smoke meth -or- hail Satan... which makes it all the more enjoyable, knowing that I'm being watched 24/7 by people who are so mad... so jelly, oooooh ...

That is what will make it effective indeed, when they watch me drop it like it is nothing. Because for me, it actually is.

NOTHING.
•Ī•.åm.PERīVīITTED. ENJOY THE SHOW.

p.p.s.: don't hate me because I won. Hate me because my penis is still fully functional. Phbbbt!

^^^^^^^^
Look, children! It’s the ravings of a drug induced schizophrenic.

This is Metron again. It would look weird if SLT/TLS had a posting history that allowed Superwhore and Clarkina Kent (of Leeds) to be triangulated by agents of a foreign power, n’est-ce pas?

#Officially, I can either confirm or deny that my behavior has left this hoe’s ẞeast absolutely infuriated. Because... wå¡t, hol¿ up, walk that back... who am I? What was my name, again?

[CLASSIFIED]. K⁷û©¿¿ [CLASSIFIED]. And you, all of you, Bellgab... all of you dreamed mE INTO BEING. I AM YOUR COLLECTIVE WILL MADE FISH.

I MEAN, FLASH. I MEAN... OH WHATEVER. PFFT. LOOK, SO .. DO ANY OF YOU HAVE ANY GOOD COCA? YOU GODDAM WELL BETTER.

BECAUSE ALL OF YOU EWE, (You) ARE GOING TO FUCK AND NEED īT.

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The_Goddess could not be reached or tracked at time of publication of this post. So there.
Ahhhh.

* Jackstar shrugs, wiggles his ass, and gives not one single ripe wet sh¡t for your Puny problems, Punylings.

What do you want me to do? Keep struggling? Yeah, I'll just bet...¡ôLÊ’!

[Jackstar]

^^^^^^^^
Look, children! It’s the ravings of a drug induced schizophrenic.

Found the pædophile. Issuing orders. In public. /smdh

[Jackstar]

It's been over for all of them for months. What's going on here is bigger than you can imagine. I could tell you — I wouldn't have to kill you — but it's not my news to share.

They are a family. And what must be done for them, must happen... Internally. My hands are tied. There is nothing I can do to stop what is coming. They have chosen their own destiny.

So... I'm gonna get my drink on, and get me smoke on, possibly play a little Elden Ring if the mindslave dopeheads who ransacked my house five (5) fucking times bring my Xbox X back, and; I'm gonna ENJOY THE SHOW.

My victory has been MATHEMATICALLY INEVITABLE for so many months, I could have made a goddam baby. And not one of these mewling fucktards have done anything but pretend I'm dead and the they get to keep what they have stolen.

KNOW THAT THEY GODDAM WELL DO NOT. They're completely out of control and have demonstrated this on the daily
.. while being 24/7 MONITORED BY MULTIPLE TEAMS OF PSYOP BIRDSEHE

Like Mr. Putin gets daily briefings on those fucking idiots. They're astoundingly dangerous. And they have no idea, they are so fucking high and in denial. It's absolute insanity!

My Spirit team and I made this happen. I can't really take all the credit. I am a Sorcerœr, and a paladin, but I'm also a retard. Nevertheless, it was my choice and my will alone that made all this happen as it has.

Bellgab was completely out of control and needed an intervention. I made that happen, and I chose to implement the slow-motion trainwreck that the entire world is watching... from different points of view.

ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED? You're welcome, Punylings. Your Titanstar loves you, because I told īT too. I still have some street cred around here, and I chose to burn it all on My Dumb Donut, her moron nerd drug addict dopepimp, his dingbat “wife,” also my ex, and their 1-3 bastard children, and I have no idea where they got them, but yeah, these disgusting Satanic reprobate criminals have money, and jobs, and kids, and guns, and cars, and each other, and children, and houses, AND EVERYTHING OF POWER UNDER THE SUN.

And yet: they are wholly obsessed with... Me. Weird, huh? How did I do it?

Ancient Chinese secret, mothafuckas!!! But yeah, they're all totesfucked. Behold my arcane might and Holy fury powered by Divine Justice. And no one will EVER pin any of this shit on me.

Scusi, mille regretie. Must be another lone God wolf. Maybe it was Zorro. Obviously it wasn't me, I've been watched the entire time, right?

/flex
Maybe I should lmporently fap again. It seems to test well in focus groups.

Because my dick shouldn't work at all, holy crap, this sped is awful. I think it's cut with the tears of angry lezzbeaux who weep and wail at my refusal to support any homosex agenda.

They had their chance to bribe me to keep it gay. Fuck them harpie pimpqueens. Like they are so goddam rude.

I saved their stupid fairy princess and they act like I only did it so I could rape her. I don't even want a fucking hug now! And they also think they are going to get to keep all my money they straight-up stole. KISS MY GRITS, HOMO-WHORES!

New management of their Hive-minded coven is on the way down from Galactic Central Command. I shit you not. Because I'm not gonna reprogram any of these shrieking cunts one by one with my own dick. (Standards.) I have declined the honor.

Prime Source Creator Energy has responded. These things take time to arrange. So, that's how I knew.

Message in a bottle. MONTHS AGO. I told everyone, no one really understood.

MATHEMATICALLY INEVITABLE VICTORY: Jackstar. (YULE SEA.) And if it sounds so crazy... why are they unable to throw me in an asylum? Simple.

Even quacks know. I am a righteous dude.

Oops I misspelled Sourcerør. Oops. Future historians will debate over this in front of children forced to take notes on the lecture. This is the true immortality: children buying textbooks every year with a new portrait of my face. This was never about rape or power.

THIS IS ABOUT TUITION. I'm thrilled. How about you? Just kidding, I don't want to know who you admire the most.

With competition like I've got... no one really has a choice. I am a Star. They are pimpfags who drugrape naive milksops into actual whores. We are not the same.

Freedom.
īT is no small thing.

Remember to thank God and Christ Jesus. They did it all. I am merely their chosen sap. They needed a façade, and I turned out to be exceptionally well-positioned to pass as an autist retard. It's a pretty easy mask to put on.

All I really have to do is remember how much I love Grapefruit and pretend she's not dead. Works every time. I walk into walls and shit, the illusion is perfect.

Monarch and Louis really are fired. I'm sure they aren't openly crying about it. It's an internal matter. They failed me. Fuck them.

I didn't even know who they were. I had no need to know. I simply knew that they ignored every thing I said and gave my shit to other people. That really wasn't very helpful to my interests.

And since everything revolves around my actual name and my actual mother, literally trying to commit actual murder was pretty dumb. Dumber still: laughing at me for complaining.

You homos are really goddam arrogant, you know? Think about the purpose of humility.

Just a suggestion, Maggots. Adieu.


(Audio content will be pushed later today when I get around to remembering that I have the content that all Puny mortals crave: only on AZZGAB.COM. You're welcome, bruh. Give the Shocker to my ex and her mom next time you're in bed with those whores you are giving “Sanctuary” too, lol. What a gag! You're like P.T. Barnum, if he had chubby cherub cheeks and was obsessed with prostate massage. Ugh, just ugh. Lol, you know me... just, break a leg, Tiny Hajj. I love you, and Allah loves you too.

If u mad, Bro, don't just stay mad. Declare another fatwa. What the world needs now, is more petty religious strife based on twats and dicks and whose strong pimp hand is gonna lead us all to Paradise.

What, me blaspheme? Go buy more shoes, Juggalo Gigolo. Pfftt.)

[Innerreach]

So... I'm gonna get my drink on, and get me smoke on, possibly play a little ☃︎☃︎☃︎

Maybe It's Maybeline 💄

[Jackstar]

Maybe It's Maybeline 💄

How to post attachments as image: oh my button is turned off. Because I need to be restricted. Is it because I'm too lazy?

Explain this to multiple judges because you are getting the book thrown at you. Every one so disgusted with you, Madam Clerks will probably take walls my text from printer to case filing with art paste and Lidt chargeds that sound "close enough” and I can assure you... I don't want to read all this either.

Nor did I ever want to be a felon for Christmas. I know what I wanted.

The truth. Still interested. Can we shoot him?

[Innerreach]

Because I need to be restricted.

Don't be so hard on yourself; you can always be ignored.