I would like a new job. I know this looks like a blast, and parts are coming together nicely.
But it's no way for this Land to be tended to. Women tending plants. IT'S TRADITION. They all busy, huh?
Y'all just think I'm going to have a bukake solo project and indiscriminately breed. I bet that is what usually happens. Well, most likely not.
Because Divine reasons. Now, I can't write any of this down. Nothing on paper! Now speaking of the Bush Twins... shockingly, sadly, I would say nay. I don't think they could handle the spirits here. Also, they'd want coca. I want the Divine Alchemical Transformation of The Divine Sacred Feminine & The Fucked-Off Dopeslut under Auspice of Gary & what’s-his-face from Weird Science.
Or: I'm ready for Hillary. Which? That's Granny⁷s Choice. I'm not a monster, you all must understand. My behavior must be above reproach.
This is sacred work. I don't wish jackhole twerps like Jack Parsons and Dexter to be the only icons in the Needles Mindshare. CROWLEY WAS OTAKU!!! So, I'm assessing my options and, as always, retreating into some measure of seclusion to meditate in contemplative prayer.
Or, someone come get me and take me to a goddam bathtub. I'm forced to assume everyone has their wimmins on tires lockdown, because of The Juice. No shame in that. It's a jungle out here.
And everyone can do it, except me. Fair. Fair. That's fair. I do have a way of sucking all the air out of the room. Blowing the bell curve. So to speak.
Complete healing is Our birthright. So I'm going to heal everyone. Simultaneously. With my dick. (Standards.) Not looking to gather the peasantry via geas. Obviously, I could do that.
If it pleases The Courts, I would simply prefer not to. I don't want Grapefleet to be unduly upset. THESE ARE HUMAN WOMEN.
Gentle touch. With my magi>K dïK. Word. (Additional nigger¡·—!§h word.) What? The security vulnerability in human brains ain't gonna get closed by Pfizer, that's for damn sure.
I just don't feel comfortable living in a world where every single person is one Chiclet or stick of Trident away from forgetting that... oh yeah. Eve. Raped. Same trick. Maybe something instead of The Curse or two shiners from a badged hillbilly in a wifebeater to keep a woman on her toes?
The ßīT¡s ræl and I don't know what it really is or how it works. ß¡t°ⁿ? It's not a tech I choose to get familiar with. However, it's not really necessary to juice up women with Hug Nectar in order to strip them of free will.
Practiced maneuvers made with magi<K∆L intention having a practical effect: poetry used to work. Now, it's some synapse hack that isn't really all that hard to land correctly. I don't use control magicks. Too hazardous.
There is a reason Islam and MORE-mons and other modern cult-like religions allow for a dude with multiple wives. “Hey Marge! This set of triplets followed me home! Can you knit together some orange and white jumpsuits for them to wear for about five minutes? If not, you get the silent Aunt Jemima treatment for a week and I'm gonna force-breed your sister's new girlfriend. Then it will be economically viable to send all of you to >KNITTING COLLEGE. Maybe you can learn to knit yourself a new Master of the House. Now hurry! The two blondes are barely keeping the little one from having a stroke!”
It's more likely than you think. NEW FORMULA.
Yeah, I know nothing about it. Too bad I didn't learn anything useful to society over the last three years.
I'll see what I can do. This is a very exciting time for Humanity. I don't wanna be ratchet and just skip rope with her Kundalini. I want Grapefruit⁷s kids to come home from school and ask her how to spell my name because they saw two battle-axes throw down on each other in the Teacher's Lounge over who gets to tattoo my face over their boobscars.
I'm was going to dream big anyway, three years in Chez Casper, big-big fantasies. Why contain īT? I'm only making this up out of nothing at all anyway, right? Schizo in denial, right? Take the guns! Take the cars! Take the phones! HE CAN'T KEEP LIVING A NORMAL LIFE, HE MIGHT FIGURE OUT SOMETHING USEFUL!!!
I'll explain how all this nonsense came to be relevant one day. Should be a banging gasser TED Talk. I'm rather tired of all this cutting-edge science I'm doing these days right now. ALONE. UNPAID. NO HUGS. NO WATER. a-bloo-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo---hoo-hoo.
Y'all been brainwashed to be afraid of me and you're all in denial about it and do any of you know how to do a self-reset? Oh, I'm sure that's a secret. I retract the query.
Like what am I gonna do? Open a portal and kick people through it into Azkaban? HOGWART⁷S ISN'T REAL.
.•Ī•.∆īVī.
Just stop lecturing people. No one gives a shit.
That was true when it was just you. I make them
feel. You make them squeal, Oinky Spice. We are not the same.
You were promised BIBLICAL. I did not expect this much liberal tears. What exactly is your damage here? I don't think you're aware of how much money there is to be made, because by making all creative output dull and cheerless, people will just spend their money on “health care.”
So: sex, drugs, energy drinks, penicillin, weed, porn, and speeding tickets. I am well aware of your agenda, Knave!
I want an entertainment industry that isn't an embarrassment. You want vertical integration of your financial domination of Earth. Because you are about as creative as a box of pudding pops and your best efforts at drama amount to any given Three⁷s Company episode, plus the chance of summary execution. We're better than this.
Also, I want to get paid. You want me to starve. I really don't think you've thought this through. Keep it sassy, keep it classy, keep the gay from choking myself out from boredom while I wonder exactly what kind of a moron is married to Squaw, allegedly, and keeps her from using the phone.
What did you tell her? I'm building a case? SHE'S TOTESIMMUNE! She's not here! Why? She's shy to talk? Why? She's making those decisions? Doubt.
For three (3) goddam years you've been sounding alarms over me. FULLY FUCKING FALSE FABLES. Now you want me to “stay quiet.” Explain to me how what you want, want, want, serves anyone... even you?
I'll tell you about how the males of the population are pretty much oatmeal-brained now due to, uh, “causes.”. You wanted drone males, O Queen ẞ? Great. They no longer have higher cortical brain function. And they just can't seem to stop their relentlessly repetitive patterns of self-abuse.
Maybe another blood orgy will help. Sure, go ahead. Sounds stimulating. Meanwhile, WHO IS USING MY FOUR (4) PLAYSTATION CONSOLES? Law enforcement knows. You know. I know nothing.
Keep this up and you'll be getting 5150’d. I won't have a think to do with it. It'll just happen. And, just like that, you're Portia de Rossi with an Anne Heche nametag and Ellen Degeneres is dancing with Paula Poundstone and The Devil in the pale moonlight.
SUBMIT &AND REPENT, SINNER!
I AM A SOURCE TITAN.
YOU WILL SURRENDER TO GOD.
&AND IT'S GONNA BE REAL... TASTY.
What? Maybe God will have raisins. You like raisins. I like money. Cough it up, Wild Horsies. They call it currency because it's supposed to flow. You're being a poop.
No shame in it. Now, think how my actual friends feel. They're waiting because you're this snippy? Yep, that they goddam are.
#WWG1WGA
WH00000000000000000000000RE! (Alleged.) Btw: you're running out of the neurotransmitters that you haven't been able to make since, huh, whenever it was.
*wiggle wiggle* What was your name again? Change it so Dungsroman can't polymorph you into an actual bitch. Dangling teats drawing sigils in the dust while you sway to and fro on for pause and realize it's his fault and everything. He'll do it, too. He'll take whatever credit is left unchained.
I know people. I can have him severed at the root. My hand to God. ✌️ Shalom.
