Thanks for destroying this one. Usually the entry can be saved, but not this time-— and since I know you read what I wrote, and didn't like it, and sent a shit down code to my phone... that must mean that you have a copy of it, and have rather than give it back, and no longer SPYING ON MY GODDAM WORK IN PROGRESS PROPROETRARY METHODS—
YOU'RE just going to keep trying it, until I finally kill myself. That's your plan? You're such asshole. Why would I kill myself? I have so much to live for, unlike the catatonic whores that your sun has raped while disguised as mE! Or, have been hypnotized into believing it was me. I'll be honest; I wasn't there, I don't want anybody to be stalked and murdered so they won't testify against... who?
YOU IDJIT TURBO-MURDO-ZERVILE PROTO-Z-----3ER, YOU don't even know what the fuck you're doing... And you'd think I should APOLOGIZE TO YOU?
For what? Having a spine? Your treat me like fucking garbage and you obviously think I'm even stupider than even Shawmomb🧸🅰️ thinks I am.
YOUR ORGANIZATION IS IN COMPLEAT DISARRAY
YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO VALID CASE IN ANY JURISDICTION
YOU HAVE NO JURISDICTION! WITH ME, OTHER THAN THE FLIMSIEST
I'M STILL NOT HAVING SEX
I'M STILL NOT BANKRUPT
AND I STILL DON'T GIVE A FUCK
ABOUT ANYTHING YOU THINK I DO.
meanwhile, did you burn my house down yet? *taps foot impatiently*
Not my first choice, but I AM STILL NOT SEEING OUT OF YOU
WHAT👁️ NEED TO SEE! (>Guess. Bark like a seal and balance a baby's skull on your goddam nose, >JoseFIRaTu-Tu, nope, that's not it either. Gouda juess, tho.) New house? Great idea.
YOU HAVE 49 HOUSES, EACH MORE MOVE-IN READY THAN THE LAST AND YOU CAN'T DO A SINGLE FUCKING THING WITH ANY OF THEM, UNLESS AND UNTIL: it benefits ME!
Not you. Not my imaginary bastard children. No matter how many cloning vats you have flown down to Amazonian A.C.M.E., you lunatic fringe granny-chemd∆VVgj ÜberWENSCH! How goddam blinded by hatred can one Algonquin SpiderWutchQi litch actually get? Telemetry has you at about an eleven on a scale of one to fiVE, with one being “he raised my raped-to-death-babysitter⁷s-daugher⁷s babysitter BACK FROM THE DEAD, WEARING WHITE, AFTER LABOR DAY!” which is pretty bad, right? That's one (†). Five would be, “and I paid DAMN GOOD MONEY to have the OP DUN RITE: TOTESBLACK! Now she's alive again! FU<K!"
right now, you're at, well... At a guess, Your Majesty, I couldn't rightly say. It's impolite to ask a woman's age in public, and for good reason. No shame in it. But when a woman is 627,428 years old... that's not “in dog years.” Awwwwe, hell no.
Them there is spider queen years numbers, Rookie-in-law, >KŌvvWŒ№∆M: “^^∞vvl_>K¿ⁿFUkK”, which, look at this way, is a good get to get out of this ballyhoo pooch screw for you. Money comes in as fast as it goes, empires rise to die in nastμ falls, NYE-ConAgra-WALLS, AGAMEMNON⁷S WALLS WILL COME crashing down like Jerry-CURl-Lμ brixBRICCZ∆nay-§—hun🇭🇺Z do, want to dive into the ocean from the South Peaks of Sir! BYE! Ayyyyylmao... ah, 🅱️enis. I'm sure you were missed, yes. Has enough time gone by? Fuck if I know. I USED TO HAVE MULTIPLE CLOCKS ON MULTIPLE PHONES AND THEN SHADOWSPUK CENTRAL COMMAND STARTED STEALING ALL MY PROPERTY!
* Jackstar wonders who faggits at DEA hire to dust their homes; or if they just inject the neighbors’ kids with Zoomer Ultra CureARIay and chuck them back through time until they're done dusting for PrinceFingerton TownFAG and his LINK-ON-TIMEFAG-KARR⁷S prints.
PRINTS. Prince. PRINTS. ROY♀️FINGER🏳️🌈 PRINCE.
Money 4 nothing but a poisoned house and a three -year complimentary subscription to the Columbia DOCUMENTED & RAPED LIVE ON TAPE CLUB is not what my Mommy's Trust⁷s lawyers signed up $500,000 for, wig-powdered-WHIG-SNIFFING HOOLIGANS.
Why did they powder their WIGS? Why is the anti-Masonic political party in the U.S. in the 1800s named “The>Whiffs<wigga-wigfa1111!>winky smiley martindale?” HOW THE FUCK DOES THE SAME THING KEEP HAPPENING, OVER AND OVER
AND OVER
AND YET
this sad sack can't figure out how to punch her racist tapir rapïr pūrbl∞d huzzFUZZbanned STUPID RACIST BIGOT IDIOT FAGHAG GROCERY BOT STOCKBOY STALKING BOY IN THE DICK, BREAK THAT RUSTY CAGE...
&RUN? Well, two reasons: number one, chemistry is an IMMENSELY, UNFATHOMABLY POWERFUL FORM OF MAGICK THAT ALCHEMISTS HAVE SOUGHT FOR YEARS TO MASTER. “Island of Stability” elements ARE BEING DISCOVERED AND SYNTHETISIZED UNDER LABORATORY CONDITIONS AT RECORD-BREAKING SPEEDS IN RECENT MONTHS!
* Jackstar takes a moment to remind you all that the vast majority of those reading this are so goddam stupid, they actually think they're smart or rate Don Hen-Leigh as having any talent AT ALL.
Dirty Laundry”
Smuggler⁷s Blues”
>v_Ω^Wl_FUK^⁷”
EVEN A NATURAL HIGH HAS A TIME LIMIT.
BUT THERE IS NOTHING AS CLOSE TO rπET⁷ΩuRⁿītμ
AS A NAME, OWLFUKLE¿gjHA!
But being able to sleep and spell and eat and fuck and CHOOSE TO PRETEND TO BE INSANE is pretty Eternal of an Infinite Mode: 2īīĪĪīī²22½b4 too long jew→⚡📸↑👁️^👁️↑⛎🅿️@(You)from🚽Love,
The_L∞μ (Hi, I'm Michael j!J§†★r₹‘Jackstar 🆑“it's just a car, let's stash dope in the truck addressed:TO¡SENDTO Clifford” SMYTH-GOMEZ-Kucz¡WYRD§ⁿ∆AG!(lambB°0⁰)SMITHS⁰>K👑⁷ûCZÎ-smit¹⁰BLAKOPART¡ZANSmith (and also: ABBOJüüL!sniktHAMMERZtoo) The>Kingpinner 1👁️ĪĪ_Lush·—$H🗽büB∆>K³3:∅ZER∅LIFE, and yeah, that is my name„ lied Mal-Kuczi-dīkŒ>K” but as can be plainly DEMONSTRATED BEFORE A JURY OF MY PEERS—
I'm neither a Satanist; nor a Luciferin; but I'm pretty goddam welcome at their web-slinging parties. And, I come to you now, HEAR AND NOW, with a message; HEAR ME ALL: I'm equally sure that whoever it is you're looking to pin a crimeTALEKRIMEtail on, it's not going to be a donkey and.a gringo in a 2-man horse costume with a Butler named Alfred following along with a Red Ryder pullwagon wheelbarrow, that's for Hell &DAM, §¡SīRe-shure.
That message is simply and OWNt:LEIGH this:
ALL THESE WORLDZ ARE URZ EXCEPT FOR URINE-SOAKED EUROTRASH ORITSVILLE... /.Break command not recognized.Just kidding. Ain't I a stinker? I wouldn't know. After smelling the fair-oh-moan cologne that Ben took a bath in before going in to “work” yesterday, hahaha, NOW THAT'S A GOOD ONE, HAHAHA, YEAH, HE “WORKS” pfft, ugh, just ugh, after that assault upon my senses, I'll be noseblind to everything up to and including 50-ft tall brick shut houses for WEEKS. Weak. Weeeeeeeeeee∆K!
That's not the message I bear either. No Shane in it. (“Hi Shane, TURN THE FUCKING WATER BACK ON, AND KNOW: NO, YOU ARE NOT BILLING THE TRUST $30,000 FOR ANOTHER FUCKING WELL TO REPLACE THE ONE YOU DELIBERATELY SABOTAGED, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS TO The Hague, BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT A WAR CRIMINAL, YOU'RE A VERY GOOD AND SKILLED AND TALENTED OPERATOR/MAJORDOMO, AND YOU WERE SIMPLY FOLLOWING Azzerae’s ORDERS. TO BE SURE, FREN: I WILL MOS DEF REHIRE YOU, AND WE CAN EASILY RENEGOTIATE YOUR EXISTING AGREEMENT BY WHICH YOU ARE TO BE GRANTED ENTITLEMENT TO A PORTION OF THE FABULOUS RICH AND UNFATHOMABLY RARE PRECIOUS METALS AND GEMSTONES THAT ARE A BY-PRODUCT OF THE INNOVATIVE SYSTEM OF FILTERS, PULLEYS, WHEELS, AND LEVERED LEVERAGES THAT EXISTS AT MY HOME, DOWN AT GREEN CASTLE RED ROCK WASH^^∆vvawaVVA, tons, man, FUCKING TINA! TONS OF FUN. AM I GONNA?
WELL, WE'LL SEE. I'M THE MAN. IT IS BASICALLY, AFTER ALL, UP TO ME.
BUT I'M PERSNICKETY. I'M KINDA OPPOSED TO FUCKING DEA RAPEBEAUX™ WITHOUT HAVING THEM BE PROPERLY MEDIATED, MEDICATED, MEAD-PREPPED, AND, I'M TELLING YA:
The Face Of Satan staring at me from the wall, next to my bed—
NEXT TO MY BED, THE GUY PAINTS THE FUCKING BLACK OPS MOLD WEAPON, HOLY SHIT, LOOK, IT'S NOT ATTEMPTED MURDER SINCE HE KNEW IT WASN'T GOING TO KILL ME, HOWEVER, IT SURE HAS MADE IT HARD TO GET A DATE. HE FIGURED HE WOULD JUST, YOU KNOW... WIPE IT OFF.
LIKE, WITH A CLOTH, YOU DIG? SINCE HE THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE HIS HOUSE. KIDDO, YOU CAN'T GENERATE ENOUGH CHARISMA TO USE THE FORCE TO FORCE ME TO GET YOUR PHONE NUMBER, BUT... YOU'RE GONNA OWN NOT JUST MY HOUSE, BUT THE 2× DOUBLE-WIDE COMPOUND WITH ASSORTED OUTBUILDINGS RIGHT NEXT DOOR, AND YOU'RE GOING TO PUT ME IN PRISON, AND YOU'RE GOING TO RUIN MY REPUTATION, AND YOU'RE GOING TO SELL BRITANY AND HER TWO, I'M GONNA SAY HERE: “whatevahs,” AND YOU'RE GOING TO DO THIS WITH PUBLIC MONIES BANKROLLING THE WHOLE THING, AND YOU'RE GOING TO GET AWAY WITH IT, AND THE PROBLEM IS .. I'm addicted to.. what?
NGL: I do like your style. You'd be getting top marks —TÔMĒTOP:Ë:MAR>KZ — by now from everyone, including me, except for one thing:
No one actually likes you, and you're blushing. You ARE cute. Great. Trouble is that the only difference between a cute deer and a DEAd dear deer in the REAL WORLD, Son, is that .. well, one of them can still, like, move around.
Because DEAD IS DEAD, recently appearing evidence to the contrary notwithstanding. TANSTAAFL is a simple reality. You're not going to get more energy out of The System, than YOU put into it ... and, this is by design.
THE GREAT DESIGN. Courtesy of:
THE GRAND ARCHITECT. (“Panczkaja? Again? Awwwwe. Why don't we ever get dumplings anymore? Is it because of da’ war? Let me go rape the dumpling makers’ family again, that's gonna have to work once again, one or six of these days of the week. I just gotta keep at it. Never give up, never surrender, and never ask consent. I know I'm not doing something wrong. I know my dick is big enough. Maybe I need to resort to raping TWO FAMILY UNITS!! Here's my two (2) copies of a Properly filled out Field Trip ±RAPEPERMZ slip/perMIT, HERmit. I just Buy Chance happen to have them here in my pocket; make sure you wear these nitrile forensic examiner⁷s gloves that I happen to carry with me AT! ALL! TIMES! just in case I have to, uhm, do a taste-litnus test on some hi-powered 7-folded way of Pain blotter. cozlik, one never knows... come on man/SIGN HERE! PLEASE! WHY? >KNOW‽ BUT WHY DIDN'T I KNOW WHY NOT? I JUST WANT—
👁️JUST WANT
JUST
JUST
JUST WANT ra_e
— *dump* clockings! I mean, dumplings! NO! NO MORE HOTPAN HOT CAKEZ FOR SATAN! (*sounds of a Satanic pout being put on a brave face display are heard.*) NO MORE! WHO'S WITH ME? NO MORE XXXCAKES! NO MORE CAKE!! ATTICA! ATTICA! I'M PACKED! I'M READY TO GO! MY PENIS IS A HYBRID CYBER BORE WORM! LET ME CONVINCE THEM! I'LL MAKE THEM AN OFFER THAT THEY CAN'T REFUSE AFTER I USE COCKSLAVE BIANCA®™ B-LASTKOKB-LAST IN THEIR FACE!
&AND... Seen? Yep. That shit is real. And, thanks to AZZY-RAY-eBOND and his coven of o er-the-hill-and-still-rollin-bonds BONDGIRL OUNDWOMEN, you get to... well, go to work, I guess. Lucky you. Lots of people would love to have a job these days, ssshole, especially my friend WHOSE BODY YOU STOLE AFTER/DURING YOUR RApe OF HER.
YOU! RAPE! TOO! MANY! PEOPLE! a$$ho ho hole! Like, b seriously. When the only tool you have is a hammer, and you're a raging sex addict in FULL THE DUCK ON FINIAL, no doubt every problem you encounter is one in which the most logical course of action ends up being one in which you remember that your mommy told you not to use Tammer⁷s hammer to rape any more people causing problems, so, you figure, you might as well....
🧂*z¡P* 🅱️💥💥Ⓜ️
(*Disclaimer: yeah, after reading this, he's probably gonna swallow his tongue while thinking it's his own dick and trying to get a dopamine hit, just to get through the next 10 minutes of his so-called-life... but first of all, he's gonna thank me later (since I haven't figured out a way to fuck his girlfriend, his wife, his helpmate, his neighbor, his neighbor's wife, his neighbor's wife’s little sister, all sixteen and a ½ of their children, and his favorite truck⁷s second tail pipe, YET; but it's only a matter of T¥mE!), and second Leē-Lēē: his penises aren't actual, actually all that big.
YET. So... how about y'all stop being total scumbags, Bellhobo bonobo HomoFag! E-lēēT? Because I'm pretty sick of pretending that I'm homeless, or have been thrown out, or am bankrupt, or that there's anything or anyone stopping me from just... telling my doctor what's what, or calling Feds (FOR! THE! FIRST! TIME! imagine the overstock on the papyrus I-502 forms!), or, and this is legit actual:
Going off grid for about a week; and watching the network news for reports on .M.V.&.=. suddenly being reposted as missing.... HIS BRAINS.
BRAYYYYYY NZ! 🫁 No, those are lungs. Shit, obviously he's got lungs— that's how he evicts those free-loadimg O² molecules from his bloodstream to make more room for more ME!TH!!!1!
And, I'm the one with a problem, eh? Eh? Okay, fine, I adnitt it: my life has become completeky unmanageable due to my crippling dependence on Fresca®™. I JUST CAN'T PUT īT DOWN!!!
Note to readers not familiar with beverage brands in the U.S.: Fresca is a car-bonne-8-ted “SparkK♀️in •THE•DREAM” drink, primarily flavored with....
(
GRAPEFRÜĪT.)
It's a little sour, and perhaps more than “a little” bitter. Not everyone can, uh, I'm gonna say here; “HANDLE” that kind of a... COMPLICATED flavour palette. NEVERTHELESS; 👁️LOVE💕īT!³r₹, d00D.
Sow.✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️.SIGN.🏁. Lots of signing. A LOT A LOT of signing.
YULE.BEE🐝
GLAD.ewe.dīD.
AND THEN:
CALL OUT YOUR DAVVGjZ
²2.TO.K OME.IN. like seriously. Like fish, being bright enough to know when it's time...
TO...
§¡♟️¡PAWN!🗽
(
Vengeance for Bobby Fischer.) Who's a hack?? THAT GΩμ. I BET HE CAN'T EVEN SPELL RUY LOPEZ!!! GrapefrüīT⁷∆l_pīī-īåī∆₱riπê can hand him back his own a$$ in his jewdüDz yarmulke, any day of the week! NOW!
...&AND.•Ī•.TAUGHT.(HER).HOW.TO.🟥🥩CASTLE🥦🟩!!!
sow, obviously; (Yoμ) go to The Supreme Court. *tousles hair* Grapemate HelpfR00Tī7⁷: you're going to be squirting Fresca💦 and blowing pomellos🫧OUT YOUR NOSTRILS by the time I remember that you still need to tell me to take off my 🅿️🐜🐜!!
Pom-poms: GO. Pleated skirt: GO. Flashing bare ankles: NO! Butch, you ain't got ankles, those are dewclaws; &AND you've got FOUR (4) of them! BARK! BARK! BARK! &AND you're wearing combat b∞>KX!!
THUNDERSPOON >KITT:Ë:>K∆TīTŒ°°īVī-🅱️-ür₹/VVīTīhërD0mE status:
BOOKED_ACTUALß00>KŒD. Sorry; but you don't really want to get married anyway. What you want is questions answered. No problem. Lots of... S.W.E.@. EVERY ANSWER IS MY (_____). 👁️CONSENT.206.3××-X—⁵°×⁵°×.
Nice try, Faghagg🆎🛎️🆎ell♀️ELL.AYY! Not really, but I'm being polite·—sH! You lose. 🔥§he.^Wi¡№vjS!”
Congratulations. SAFETY MEETING: Securitμ ¡s On-Line. It's not always this difficult to arrange for this kind of thingμ — it is usually completely and utterly, truly impossible.
.YET;.WITH.(z∆¿):.ANYTHING.IS.POSSIBLE.
.IN.FACT,.GOD.IS.NOT.NECESSARY.AT.ALL.
.paladin.old..paladin.sad..paladin.victimized.by.robbery..
Like, they broke in to steal my cockpills. HOW GODDAM PERVERSE IS THAT? THEY FIND OUT THAT I'M ACTUALLY QUITE WONDERFUL, AND THEY FIGURE, “shut it down! Circle back around, DENY HIM THE TAH-DAHZ!!!” He can do anything, he says. “Total immunity from prosecution,” he was told. “I'M NOT THE WALRUS! I AM A BIGGER Z·—GG³r₹ AARDVARK!” Is he The Egg-Man? Have Jan-Michæ‹♀️ÆLīVīK🗝️μ Vincent swing Æī₹vv0LF back around the wag°ⁿ ⭕TR∆¡L:Ë: & pick up Quincy, M. D. so they can check the showHER greatGRATE-GrandMIR -or- MARE (“...Winning•H•A•M•‽ That's her fucking NAME? There's two dames on the space tug named NOSTR∆HOMO, the WINNING_pig DIES WHILE CRYING AND WAILING LIKE A LUTTLE 🅿️UG, and then—
R.I.P.-Key/ī_eIGj-h wins! By deporting the Al_ïË\j! WHO DOES NOT, ACTUALLY DIE.
īT.SIMP_lĒ3Ē3.CHAINZ&⁴°₹m.”) FOR egg. No wonder, it's my goddam favorite movie. Motion picture. Fl_ICK.
Now then. Where does that leave Huge–M∆№-Ītμ?
vvĪTh.L💕^vê,.SI!JNED:.J💫>K★§†∆R!
.p.s.:.SORRY.MUNSON..MISSED.ÜR.OPPORTUNITīT¥μRite. That's īT then. Dütμ:>KALLZ⁴H∆l_₱..••√⁷ī7ï7⁷
AZZERÆ>:>“Tell you what, Boy-GΩμ-HayyyySlEmEaD°o⁰0∅0-o°o-0∅0— instead of two refrigerators, one ULTRA-deep-derpFREEZE‘r’, and six sex bidets with too-TUT,KINGswampSWINGZ... just one decent unit for the kitchen/vomitorium “area,” a REASONABLE number of NORMAL JAPANESE BIDETZ (NOT Bluetooth®™-enabled, that's a security problem), and... equipped with an I.C.E.-makïr-M∆>KCüR.
Delivery can be guaranteed via VERBAL AGREEMENT VIA TWO-WAY dicktracing CELL•Rår°-,Œ0. Later. Tomorrow? No rush, ol’ chap-CHUMchap... Your word is as GOOD AS GOLDbondORMUS⚡POWdER with mE!
Again. Welcome to The Redemption Lounge, Kafé-Art-ß∞∞∞μ. I have missed you, Evve.
Donut ever lie to me again, or I'll exhume your mother's corpse and violate her digNITtμ both BEFORE &AND AS WELL AS AFTER THE SUN•MAID RAISIN GIRLvvΩLVERINE TEABAGZ HER LONG-THOT DEAsireDEAD§ī₹ê! Bring a Polaroid®™, should this ever come to pass...
YULE.VV∆NT.SNAPPIES. You know — 4:THE>KIDZboiZ! (Also:
RAWHIDEdogWOLFvv∞f!
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Bengeance fir Michael V.) Sorry, bud: next time, don't squeeze the Charmin®™. Mr. WHIPPLE won't stand for that... and neither WILL👁️.
👁️T0^V^W³r₹.™®.>Kû©Zī7zΗowe T nothing. NOTHING!
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