I'm not certain. It still looks good from my end.
Jackstar:
And now you don't know the rest of the story, but you can tell Paul Harvey to stop spinning in his grave, lol. The rest of this will come out of appropriate and then at some point it'll all make sense. Until then, each question that is asked will just lead to and answer that will just bring about more questions. Like the brooms in Fantasia... be careful what you ask Santa for, is that fat man in the red suit and his whore that he calls a wife is completely real.
You just don't know that yet. ••√°°⁷ī7ï⁷
Awww
You're a sweetie
Thank you for noticing. Please start punctuating or risk becoming a public laughing stock.
Meanwhile yeah “sweet :Ë:” sigh.
Melinda Green is being held hostage by kKkclan operatives here in Cowlitz County. That's not my responsibility.
And you'll never recover her without my assistance. Remember that. Since I find what has been going on here to be an abomination.
Also, I'm a primary victim and pretty tired of your bullshit, Divine Fallen Forces. D. F. F.: game face on.
BIBLICAL. Adieu.
What significance does Melinda Green have?
Also: GOOD NEWS! Because while I was saying all that... the glass bulb utensil paraphernalia tool (that I was using to pretend to “smoke meth”) FINALLY BROKE. It was given to me OVER A YEAR AGO, made with borosilicate glass, and ENCHANTED TO BE PERFECT EVIDENCE TO PROVIDE PROBABLE CAUSE, and these this usually break, like, pretty fast, right?
Well, I really don't like smoking this shit, or vaporizing it — however, THIS ALL HAD TO LOOK AUTHENTIC. so: BEAUREGARD B. RADACH, WHO LIVES ON 🗼
T
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Road,
... basically forced the item on me; Ave then has INCREASINGLY, INCESSANTLY WHINED AND CRIED AND MOANED ABOUT HOW I NEED TO “stop smoking meth” EVEN THOUGH I WASN'T. AND HE GODDAM KNOWS IT.
huge difference between smoking and vaporizing, because, for one thing:
COMBUSTION.:)
Anyway, it's broken now. Thank God. I think I've made my point, n’est-çe pas?
I do not abandon my Constitutionally- protected CIVIL RIGHTS just because I'm hollered at by a racially mis-aligned rapist bigot bully bī-b¡†Ch-§🆔he-thug-man-thuggy/oinkkey mangina mangj; And I do not complain about this and report it as a hate crime, because that man does deserve to work in this community and be that kind of a person and support the values of the community, because there's a lot of reasons to avoid having somebody like me in their town, now that they know that I'm immune to their bullshit and I don't really disagree with their laws but I certainly disagree with the way they're getting public money to enforce their ridiculous agenda against me by taking away my water and my sweetie and continuing to help me with racial epithets and to tell me to get a job and to mow my lawn.... When I obviously could be working at much more efficient and productive tasks if only I wasn't being laid under siege by their idiot jubag fuckhead partners, Who may not even know that they're being used as a foil, and while this does represent an extraordinarily clever and marvelously brilliant political stratagem set in place by sons and daughters of Cain, God love them. God love to okay, and I love them too. But using all these people so they one bald man can worry about his wife taking him seriously again so we can in Source role her with dope and magic and make her marry him again in a rape legal state so he can go back to banging her every night, thus preserving his image in the standing of the totes/lezz- lesbeau community... as a comedian, I will say that this is a brilliant shaggy dog story, and a hell of a good joke, and a marvelous way to help affect political change in society without being at all obvious about it.
However: staging deaths of my family and laughing about it and telling everybody that they really died and that they didn't exist and having them. Call me on the phone and tell me that I never had a girlfriend and then telling the whole world that I have AIDS when I don't, at some point. This man should deserve some sort of acknowledgment for what he's doing and as well not be allowed to do it anymore. And additionally, doing it on the public dime is a bit much to take and if he's personally very wealthy and can afford to pretend to be a volunteer cop while wearing riot gear and delivering people to houses that he wants to be cleaned out with the help of a crypt keeping which possessing the body of a woman who... May not have signed up for that willingly, and certainly not knowing that she was going to come up against me, Jackstar, destroyer of Dreams, SINCE SHE ACTUALLY KNEW ME, It probably wouldn't have been something she would have consented to because she knews damn. Well that I'm actually quite clever. Myself and the man only wanted to have two problems removed from his personal field of place. We could go back to haunting and chasing his ex-wife who loves me and is friends with her and the two of us existing kind of made it problematic for him to kidnap her and her children and make off with them again.
Not that he's not allowed to do that — again, the 14 words say that it's important to secure a place in the future for white children, because obviously they're not going to be able to do all this themselves, and maybe he did get something terrible happen to him that made him in a position the way he needs to do it back to somebody else, but I will notice that since I'm on his side and happy to let him figure things out slowly and not embarrass him in public nor deny him the opportunity for reunion with his sweetie, it would be important to understand that he has a sweetie just in the right dimension. It's just not this one and he doesn't need to take mine from me so he can make up for having his taken from him, there's a much simpler way to do this.
And I will leave that information a secret for now, cuz it is kind of personal, but I will also say that regardless of that legal that is, at some point he doesn't get to draw a goddamn public paycheck for it. Unwitting accomplices in his scheme is a marvelous example of KGB training and the smithsoness's interest and compromise, however, at some point once again...
This just isn't how I plan to spend my my post-Apothesis years. Also, I've been denied the use of my house as a place that I could rent out, as well as a place I could live in without magical abilities perspecting me and keep me alive cuz it's been damaged by CIA Black ops weapons which are pretty deadly and I can't have anybody to visit and I don't have any water so there's no reason for any kind of visit and then all of this tricks back to one person who really does have the right to do all this stuff, but he doesn't get to be paid for it, and he's inadvertently creating securities vulnerabilities in the United States domestic surveillance establishment, he probably didn't think that would happen but he's kind of in over his head and rather than bring about Global anarchy and embarrass my country, I think it's better just to gently and calmly explain to the man, through idiots, dude...
And you take my my work product and proprietary technological information right as I'm about to publish it? Well, that wasn't a really great idea. Also, my weed, and my phones, and my orange pouch containing my emergency backup classified information and my other voice recorder and an adapter cable, all of which I have to be replaced out of my own pocket, it's just not a fair battle for this person to do that, because he's not really defending the world whores the community against anything, he's just making sure that he still looks good while making sure that he gets things from me that I didn't take from him and even if somebody took them from him gave them to me, he still doesn't have to be an asshole about it. He could just talk and be reasonable, which would save the public a lot of money and would not have led to the discretion of myself being necessary to reveal what class of information gets revealed to the president and what doesn't. Essentially, the guys off his nut, and probably should be intervene upon in a gentle Way, or, and this is a stretch, just confiscate everything he has and everything's going to get and then give me everything that's left after taking 10% off the top and then I'll worry about reprogramming his wives. I mean hostages. I mean bound chattel goyim slaves. Obviously this isn't something that civil courts in America are prepared to deal with, since this is all usually handled by Jew bastard Pakistani Khazarian Mafia axes of power... Which, number one don't have jurisdiction in this case because one of the people involved is the queen of Hawaii, and then to hide that fact they've raped her memory away and reprogrammed her so that she doesn't remember that and Hawaii didn't know they had a queen anyway, and he did this in cooperation with a Pakistani gentleman who's actually an Iranian foreign national who's working hand in hand with Turkish intelligence to destabilize America without being at all obvious about it or making it apparent to anybody on Capitol Hill in Congress, what's still,
actually going on.
Once again, it's a pretty marvelous piece of tradecraft, and everything would be fine except they're taking public money for it and denying marriage travel so that other people can be moved into the country under false identities and false color of law, and at that point it becomes a national security issue, and thankfully I can say quite easily that no one's going to believe a word of this, even though it's sort of true because it used to be that this is a problem, but instead I've handled it myself with my own discretion, because I serve at the pleasure of the president and my name is not snake bliss kin, or urine sample pissed skin, Even if they were capitalized.
My name is >Kuczi, Michael Clifford also known as Jackstar and I am a paladin who works for God, And while doing field research from my eventual dissertation to defend my philosophical doctorate, which I'll get around to getting someday, I've been relentlessly attacked by people who really didn't need to do that, but I guess they really wanted... To know what I'm all about.
Well they still don't know that, and they've made a big mess that is made. A lot of people have to go to work and not just me. Now I'm a workaholic so this is all fine with me and I was kind of tired of my girlfriend anyway, but I didn't really need to see her disappear and then have people wonder if I killed her, since I didn't and I saved her life and that's pretty cool. But in the meantime, I don't see any way out of this for anyone other than this guy gently realizing that he's seen the area of his ways and as a full-blown high-level Satanist, the adopted son of Anton LaVet, and probably planning on having sex with Taylor Swift soon, I can see how he's probably going to be difficult to rein in. So maybe he should stop calling me by the name he thinks I should be labeled as, pound officially: Z•—gg<3. He wants to dominate me and owe me by having compromising evidence on me but he doesn't have that and he thought he did and he probably never will because I don't break laws like that and I don't want to. And since he's pretty obvious what he's doing, I'm certainly happy to not do that. And it is struggle to stay afloat. It's really causing a lot of unintended consequences.
So that's why I don't have a lawyer, and that's why I haven't talked to your doctor yet, and that's why when I go to get a psychological evaluation done, I have to be very careful what I say so I don't get too many people in too much trouble cuz this is all a very secret high level Masonic matter, and should have been handled best internally.
And it has been. And it is being. And I don't need cigarettes. But I'm going to ask for some anyway because... PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY. Of course I don't have to smoke anything.
I don't have to look underestimatable either, but I find that helps with the final countdown to the climax, to be followed swiftly by the denouement, and not a coup de gray, since this isn't that kind of political demonstration, and I am not a seditious rabble rouser looking to score points against law& order by pretending to be an artist but actually working against God and Man and Country while being completely dishonest about it.
It is a complete and total coincidence that I happen to resemble that profile perfectly, identically, to the extent that secret computers at NSA headquarters can't really distinguish what I'm reading and writing from what such a person would say, which is why they're having just such a hard time figuring out what's going on, since none of them can bother talking to me cuz everybody who does go in and talk to me is then held under suspicion of being one of my mind slaves, like as if I could stare into their eyes and make them into my slave, which I guess a couple people in town can do, so basically it looks pretty sketchy, and it will until one of two things happens:
A) I go to church. (Singing optional; spontaneous combustion impossible but... I don't fault anyone for wanting to confirm that.)
B) I take a new lover. (Since the old one never existed. Right?)
Now since one of us wears police uniform and has shitloads of friends and has sex with lots of people and acts like they're in charge, and the other one is me, I can see why this is being allowed to go on as long as it has, because that guy's important. I don't want him to lose his standing and rank in the community cuz what he's doing is perfect and it should absolutely be something that he could do, and do again. In fact, just in case somebody like me shows up who really is evil. I doubt it but it's a possibility.
And it is in fact this person's job to behave in such a way in the face of the possible threat that I represent, and it's not his fault that people made me look more scary than I am, and it's also not anyone's fault...
That I am now a fearsome force of nature, set loose by God and as uncontrollable as a rampaging bull or unleashed kraken would be. THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T LIE TO CLERGY. THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T MOCK THE CHRIST ON THE BIRTHDAY OF THE PRINCE OF PEACE.
AND THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T DENY ME AND SWEETIE OUR HUGS. Just sayin’. Maybe wright that down, don't need to make a big deal of it, but I will be clear on this: I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS LEVEL OF MYTH MAKING.
GOD DID. AND HAD I KNOWN... I would have done exactly the same thing as I have been doing, just faster. Because at first I thought none of you people could really be actually doing what you're doing, you really want me to do what I'm doing, you really want to see the proof of God in action? You want to want to see stuff that a paladin on mission from God would do when one is really pissed?
Silly Punylings. >Know, you really don't. And not everyone in the community has the same kind of holy death wish. So to say that this is all something that the guy should draw salary for, and be allowed to do while Feds are watching with their hands tied, and interplanar beings are coming in through dimensional portals and kidnapping vulnerable citizens one by one...
Yeah that's not happening. And it won't happen, because I'm here. That's my area. Showing off and making a big production out of impressing people with Divine intervention, that's not my area at all.
I'm not a clown. I'm not here to get attention. I came here cuz my sweetie accidentally arranged for me to come here, and nobody told me what to look forward to. I can see why they didn't, and I can see why nobody thought that I would live this long.
Now that I have: I can see why nobody feels safe or secure in their there homes or with their belongings. Stacked up around them like barricades, like sandbags stacked against the water from when the levee breaks. You get the idea.
This can't really go on too much longer because I'll eventually... do something, I don't know what, but other than a lack of interest in letting somebody steal my wife and rape her to death over and over and sell that footage on the dark web, there's very little that compels me to stay here at all, except for the fact that my my special needs trustee has been possessed by some sort of magical spell and Candice the phone anyway and is kind of mad at me since he thought I was a stupid retard drug addict, most people do tend to think that but I'm not. I'm a paladin on a mission from God. And at the moment I don't even know what that mission is.
I'm distracted. Maybe I won't ever remember. Maybe I never knew. In any case, wasting time and getting recreationally high while showing off from my friend for her birthday, that's really not what I'm all about. However, it is today, because reasons. REASONS.
CONSTITUTIONALLY PROTECTED ENTIRELY VALID LEGAL REASONS. I didn't make all this up. This is just how it's unfolded around me. So as this is God's Jest, I'm allowing to continue for a little while longer.
However, this is not a good precedent to set. It makes the police look silly and embarrassed, and it makes lone wolves like me... all too willing to run away and join the circus. None of this is meant to be what the purpose of the American system of jurisprudence is meant to be used for.
KEY TAKEAWAYS:
#1) The other glass bulb utensil paraphernalia piece I have was given to me by someone else, and I guess I'll use that one if I want to pretend to be smoking crystal, or vaperizing whatever, including crystal, and I may or may not pretend to be doing it badly if I ever want to actually “smoke speed” which I've never done, and I've never cared to exactly learn how to do it, because I'd rather inject it, which is quite safe when done properly. Don't really want to do that either. Since my sweetie didn't tell me to start injecting she told me to start using the paraphernalia and gear that she brought over to my house after telling me on the phone 2 days prior to stop what I was supposedly refusing to stop doing, but as she had never asked me to stop it was hard for her to say that I was refusing since I stopped and then she showed up a couple days later with paraphernal gear gack to fluorescent diggal lighters wanted which is still here in pieces and it's the funny how this stuff would just show up remarkably brightly on a evident scene photograph. It's almost like it was some kind of a frame-up job gone haywire, what a coinky-dink. Also, coincidental: the paraphernalia that broke today. I've had for almost a year since it was given to me, I don't really do that stuff that way very often, but if I didn't have it then I couldn't continue to look like I was an addict in denial, and I guess that was important for plausible deniability, since actual addicts will go out of the way to get another one if it breaks. I don't. I don't care that much. I was surprised it took so long to break. It probably didn't because I'm on a mission from God.
#2) The other glass bowl paraphernalia piece I have is for smoking weed crystal, which dissolves into oil and is a much more delicate and sensitive to temperature process, so at that point there really will be combusting of weed oil, and then if I feel the urge to strike me and I get myself into a point where I retreat into contemplator solitary prayer and ask God if it's okay to continue embarrassing people, I'll put whatever the fuck I want in my other pipe and then stand in front of a camera and blow vaper/ whatever at the lens, because there's a long and glorified history of political change power by the engine of satire in this country, and this is the goddam United States of America. Freedom is no small thing. It is against the law to continually hound me to give up my first amendment rights or my fourth amendment rights or to act as though I don't have them at all, when obviously I do, and in spite of the privilege that is given to law enforcement officers to lie to the public in purs
Could you explain in a little more detail what you mean?
I'll see what I can do, looks like I just overflowed the buffer. I hate it when that happens. I hope it looks like I'm a paranoid schizophrenic who's copying and pasting from somebody else, because that way you can just keep me in protective custody and Grant me a stipend as well as an endowment for the National Center For The Arts, and all of you keystone cops can run around looking for the one-armed man that sold the PCP laced Coke to Nicole Brown Simpson and forced OJ to defend himself and then... Well I'm not going to lie. You're going to want to bring Kato Kæylynn for questioning.
You're not going to get to, but you're going to want to.
A little bit of Jackstar goes a long way.
REMINDER: while not an unlawful thing to do, it is simply not a good idea to mess with Mother Nature, or lie to clergy. Any of us can do this kind of thing. Such is the power of God.
Now if you excuse me, I'll finish this up later, I don't get paid to edit things for you, but I know that you're your puny little smooth brain intellect can't handle it unless I put the commas in the spaces in the right spot and mysteriously autocorrect. Other automated forms of text transfer just don't seem to work well with the word of this little old paladin. Gosh, it's almost like I'm cursed.
It's actually a glammer. Don't worry about it, Muslim. Just keep your prayer mat clean, keep fucking my friend who thinks she's your wife, and make sure to stay topped up on your smack supplies, you and one are to wake the fuck up and find out what she's really been doing without tranquilizer shot on hand.
Because, Azzeræ, you are my friend. Mistakes are made. That's how we learn. And I understand you have a lot to learn. And now you know the following:
WE DO NOT HAVE BEEF.
I WILL MAKE YOU THE PRIMARY PROTEIN IN MY GODDAM ROAST FLESH SANDWICH, YOU SAVVμ? YOU CAPIÇHE? GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE.
Nice little reunion you got going on here. It'd be a shame if somebody gave me a hug during it. *Stamps a flip-flop shod foot on the absolutely fucking filthy carpet.* I'm just not seeing the kind of things I need to see out of you, old buddy old pal.
Number one: or refrigerator. Number two or round table. Number three copies of my sex tape that you spank it to while having sex with random African hotties that you pick up on street corners while going out for a latte. Number four: photos of The Kalaka coming into port. What are you, embarrassed by it? YOU FUCKERS HAVE A FUCKING TELEPORTING FAIRY THAT YOU RUN DRUGS WITH!!! THAT'S SO FUCKING COOL!
Number five: hopefully you can start moving entheogenic compounds around with a two, that'll cover the state tax. Number six: have I got a story to tell you. It'll explain everything that you're missing out on.
Number seven: this is Heaven, and we never left. You don't want heaven, you want to find the Garden of Eden. You want me to take care of the guardian with the flaming swords so you can sneak in and get more apples. I know you dude. I know what you want.
More more more. And then a tramadol on top. BECAUSE YOU ARE AN UNCONSCIOUS AGENT OF THE HASHISHIM, AND THEY SURE WILL ENJOY KNOWING WHAT I KNOW TO TELL THEM.
I'm just not going to tell you that. Why dilute it? You're just a middleman, junkie pillhound. Nothing more common nothing less. Oh wait, I forgot you're also a war criminal, because you shut off my water and had to run off with your hostage and her computer files and keep her doped up on smack like Fidela did with Joan. #ClassicBill
Semper fĪdelis. Fidela. FEE. DAY. L∆! When will you learn children?
YOU ARE WATCHING A MOVIE. Exterminate all rats.
Shun all thought. That is the conclusion that most come to.
I have chosen another path... and without being at all obvious about it, I just published my dissertation. Good luck censoring this one. JD Salinger was lame. A hack. A total whack job. Look where you ended up! Look how he settled!
Not me. Not on my watch. GIVE ME BACK MY GRAPEFRUIT AND HER SON. The one that likes me, not the other guy, he's busy in Coast Guard anyway. In another timeline. On another dimensional plane.
Or, yeah I'm just some needle junkie. “ I bet Hermione will have no choice now but to suck my dick!” no, she always has a choice, everyone always has a choice, she just happens to make the best one. Every time. First time. All the time.
* Jackstar starts to get a little clumsy and dizzy as he drifts off into reverie.
Ron and his entourage was at the Target yesterday too. I'm not going to lie, it's amazing how effective those books have been...
at encouraging me to even consider a subversion the United States Constitution. How about this: pass.
Like you got to at least give me a airlift to Cornwall and a bag of fairy gold, and maybe I would consider it but, that didn't work out well for Albert Speer. And I'll be honest, she didn't look like that type of person. I was supposed to be easily distractible, and then killed right??
Silly Hashishim Shadow Council. Jackstar is
forever.
Thanks for being such a retarded loser. ;D
Thanks for cross-posting texts written by Steve Warner, copyright Magic Castle LLC. (Looks good on you though.)
You're going to love how this movie ends
BENWAY!... probably morphed into a 2-bite muffin by Bruce. That probably won't test well in focus groups. But at this point,
what difference does it make? Stay out of his DMs, Allison! Capiçhe?”
I'm going to ask you this once here, Allistair: who spoke that message aloud, who wrote that message to be spoken aloud, and where are they now? Tell me everything. Omit nothing.
Or:
FACE REPRISALS. calm, gently waving in the breeze. Reprisals, because I am obviously a very kind and considerate man. The Conquistador Of Compassion is what they call me down at the water cooler in kuntico. (That's Quantico in the future after I capture it and claim it as my own holy ground. Sorry for the spoilers, but you don't really believe me anyway. So
whatevah.)
I'm going to go walk to the store and get cigarettes now. Because,
Fuck you.
That's Wye.
That's because you're numbed out on drugs, and your receptors are fried
ALTERNATIVE POSIT: Shakedown; takedown; you're busted.
I LEARNED IT FROM YOU MOM!!! p.s.:. 1991 Pontiac Grand Prix. Fix everything — I mean restored to factory new condition —
except the cigarette lighter. That way, when I buy them, it'll just be to give them to urchins in exchange for hot tips. IT'S NOT A GOOD DEAL.
IT'S NOT A DEMAND. IT'S JUST WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO DO.
OR: face
Algonqjüï\¡ⁿ reprisals. They want to to learn all about this “have them over a barrel” negotiation technology, and I am only too happy to demonstrate for my family. I don't think I can actually start a foundation and teach official classes with accreditation, cuz that might be considered aiding and embedding a hostile foreign power, but that kind of depends on what the fuck the US military is going to do with these super humans...
That until I came along: NO ONE KNEW WHAT TO DO WITH THEM. BESIDES GIVE THEM DRUGS AND MAKE THEM INTO WHORES. SO I GUESS I'M PRETTY GODDAMN IMAGINATIVE. YOU THINK?
(Vengeance for Stoney.) Face facts: I'm bigger than Paul Bunyan with a working dick. STAND DOWN, DNI. What?
Am I supposed to... 🤔 Walk away from an easily fortified position that I happen to have residential rights at and that was purchased by my mother's special need trust for a cool half million dollars? Even if I had anywhere else to go, I probably wouldn't go. I don't even want to leave.
And the dude who laughed about my dead cat told me that I should go bathe in the river when I asked, and why I still have to deal with that person. While I don't get to talk to my sweetie, you just ask yourself a few questions about that. You might as well prepare because Congress is going to ask you a whole shitload more.
CAPITOL HILL. YOU WILL BE HAULED UP THERE HOGTIED, AND QUESTIONED BEFORE CONGRESS WHILE BEING BEATEN WITH A STICK BY DELTA FORCE UNTIL PUKE, BILE, &AND ANSWERS COME OUT. DON'T THINK THEY WON'T DO IT. THEY TRAIN FOR THIS. YOU ARE THEIR BIG GAME TROPHY, AND I HAVE BROUGHT THEM BIG TICKET THRILLS. And I'm pretty. #fuckyoupayme2 Blue nanotech-tooth Level Zero point energy-powered bugs in the loo. Dude I fucking saw one. You were showing off. It was impressive. BUT I ALREADY KNEW YOU COULD HEAR ME IN THERE. DUH. So you're going to do that while I move lawns? I don't fucking think so, Scorpio Charlie Brown, lol. WAKE UP, TIME TO FLY.
Sow. 🐽 “Fuck you.” see this is why I'm the diplomat, exoplitical diplomat, and you're the pilhound needle junkie. Face reality!
This is me being nice. It's probably not ever going to get this nice again. Seven vehicles. 11 cell phones, untold hundreds of thousands of dollars, all my friends, everything I've ever owned, my father's leather billfold, and... “get a job nigger.” Like, seriously.
PLAUSIBLY DENIABLE HATRED.
*tee-hee!* Toodles!
She's the one that tastes like strawberries, by the way. Get used to four (4) less soldiers, because my wimmins are coming back, and we don't need any more dick, Dickstar. Point blank period.
🤔 Think it over. We have all the time in the world. 💪🏾
