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[Jackstar]

https://www.youtube.com/live/oWkVzhQfBUI?si=PH4_sl3Qv6omMPk5

[Jackstar]

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Tough crowd.

[Jackstar]

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^vvÎ↓h∞rπ °f (5) \/.

Tough crowd.

The lengths these retard hothfagz will go to get their asses out of a sling are truly pathological. /smdh

[WORTHAUGERa]

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[WORTHAUGERa]

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[WORTHAUGERa]

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epic shit here, twerps.

[Jackstar]

https://x.com/_n_Jack/status/1978085911943315917?t=1FONKjp5sODgFO4AmK6u2w&s=19

[Jackstar]

I'm a tiny legend, and I really don't want to be popular, or for anybody to think me incompetent.

However the ambush was meant to be a deathblow and instead, it's allowed her very serious tribes to do something, IDGAF what.


Not turn the water back on, that's for sure. I'm certain it's all quite complicated to those with no need to know.

I'll semper fĪ ¡† later. I'm too busy now, holding back my delight.

Bait was taken again, and that's gonna look great to anyone, because it's an automatic script, or something. I don't know how it's done.

However, I also didn't think any of this could be seriously happening. I'm not intimidated by thieves who want me to be sober.

I'm fascinated by them. Are they sleepwalking? Do they get paid by the hour? Do they have to shave? I'm fiending for these details.

And the identity of those who really think they're in control. Seems like they must be utterly deranged to think more theft is a workable plan.

So, it must just be sheer, mindless spite. Good. And, I have no idea who their identity is.

Long live The New Investigation.


(This will all be fine. That's the training. Also, why anyone is really worked up over this is still a secret.

Even to me. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Special Consequences. Huzzah!

... okay? NGL: I have lost the thread of the narrative. Everyone has.


They just know I handled all this without being at all obvious about how. I know, it hardly seems fair. That's because it's not.


It's the law. Now then: Grapefruit mad. Big-big mad. Go do something about that, imho. Just a suggestion!


Also I'm still not pressing charges because I think it's funny that she's robbing from me because she's THAT mad.
... I would rather be cuddling than playing with my seventh laptop too!


So, I wonder why I'm not. 🤔 Oh yeah. Some needle junkie thing.


Get back to work, that is the extent of my advice to any of you. Reminder: what I'm doing is entirely legal and lawful and who EXACTLY does the buck stop with?

Teams are on it. I have people for that. And I hope you all enjoy the show.


BIBLICAL, MOTHERFUC — *click*



(Note; I got an eleven minute run down to put up, but I'm just so discouraged by my house being ransacked again, o, woe is me! Won't I ever just learn?

I'll think about it while you start carrying my gear back to me, Lil’ Apple Dumpling Gang Squad Leader. I know that's not something most of you think has to be done at all.

It's not. It's merely the funniest thing I can think of to use as an example. I use humor to lighten tense moods.. And many people are very tense right now.

Good. But are they two (2) 🎪🎪 tent? Hey, it's none of your fucking business, Pal. Step off? Walk away? Look, let's gooooo, pronto, Tonto, get those lil' red legs movin’!

Or if Young Master Steel Lee Show Dan would prefer, they can wait for next Christmas? Honestly at a loss here on what comes next.

... can't they just drone these extraterrestrial space pirates? Maybe my military doesn't want to risk damaging my stolen love letters. FROM THIRTY GODDAM YEARS AGO.

* Jackstar cannot possibly imagine being that fucking high.

To say nothing of the tragic losses of one's free fucking time. Alas. No shame in it. My hands are tied here.


ZUGZWANG. (Standards.) Adieu.

[Jackstar]

I'm a tiny legend, and I really don't want to be popular, or for anybody to think me incompetent.

However the ambush was meant to be a deathblow and instead, it's allowed her very serious tribes to do something, IDGAF what.


Not turn the water back on, that's for sure. I'm certain it's all quite complicated to those with no need to know.

I'll semper fĪ ¡† later. I'm too busy now, holding back my delight.

Bait was taken again, and that's gonna look great to anyone, because it's an automatic script, or something. I don't know how it's done.

However, I also didn't think any of this could be seriously happening. I'm not intimidated by thieves who want me to be sober.

I'm fascinated by them. Are they sleepwalking? Do they get paid by the hour? Do they have to shave? I'm fiending for these details.

And the identity of those who really think they're in control. Seems like they must be utterly deranged to think more theft is a workable plan.

So, it must just be sheer, mindless spite. Good. And, I have no idea who their identity is.

Long live The New Investigation.


(This will all be fine. That's the training. Also, why anyone is really worked up over this is still a secret.

Even to me. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Special Consequences. Huzzah!

... okay? NGL: I have lost the thread of the narrative. Everyone has.


They just know I handled all this without being at all obvious about how. I know, it hardly seems fair. That's because it's not.


It's the law. Now then: Grapefruit mad. Big-big mad. Go do something about that, imho. Just a suggestion!


Also I'm still not pressing charges because I think it's funny that she's robbing from me because she's THAT mad.
... I would rather be cuddling than playing with my seventh laptop too!


So, I wonder why I'm not. 🤔 Oh yeah. Some needle junkie thing.


Get back to work, that is the extent of my advice to any of you. Reminder: what I'm doing is entirely legal and lawful and who EXACTLY does the buck stop with?

Teams are on it. I have people for that. And I hope you all enjoy the show.


BIBLICAL, MOTHERFUC — *click*



(Note; I got an eleven minute run down to put up, but I'm just so discouraged by my house being ransacked again, o, woe is me! Won't I ever just learn?

I'll think about it while you start carrying my gear back to me, Lil’ Apple Dumpling Gang Squad Leader. I know that's not something most of you think has to be done at all.

It's not. It's merely the funniest thing I can think of to use as an example. I use humor to lighten tense moods.. And many people are very tense right now.

Good. But are they two (2) 🎪🎪 tent? Hey, it's none of your fucking business, Pal. Step off? Walk away? Look, let's gooooo, pronto, Tonto, get those lil' red legs movin’!

Or if Young Master Steel Lee Show Dan would prefer, they can wait for next Christmas? Honestly at a loss here on what comes next.

... can't they just drone these extraterrestrial space pirates? Maybe my military doesn't want to risk damaging my stolen love letters. FROM THIRTY GODDAM YEARS AGO.

* Jackstar cannot possibly imagine being that fucking high.

To say nothing of the tragic losses of one's free fucking time. Alas. No shame in it. My hands are tied here.


ZUGZWANG. (Standards.) Adieu.

https://voca.ro/1oS9DNFFUdkT

[Jackstar]

I like to know occult knowledge. Occultists like to be left alone to do whatever. We are not the same.

My accomplishments are undermined by operatives stealing from me and interfering with my objectives without mentioning why. It's usually some past life karma thing.

I'm not worried about this kind of thing. I already knew it was looney tunes when people thought that I had been stupid for not noticing the setup. I don't understand to this day what they were thinking would happen.

“we'll dispose of him easily.” without my tacit approval I can't be moved along at all now. I'm Clergy.

People have heard of me. It's real. It's also annoying. For you, I'm saying. Annoying for you. I'm not annoyed at all. And y'all seriously thought i might be working with “police.” huh. well, it was a paranoid time.

Dave and Matt and Michael are the same man, with AI synthesis and support, its amazing what technology can do, and of course one man gets three spouses.

Of course they both hate me. I have made a mockery of how they value their lives. Just by being me.

Fortunately this won't be a big deal. I'm not going to uncover more real estate fraud. That would be a silly fear.

“I think he's trying to steal my dogs.” — the totes honest face, hanging wide open. The dawning amazement; I'm supposed to look like I'm an antagonist. Like I'm upset about something.

It's not just hard to deweaponize someone. Basically just stop gaslighting them and relax for a time without working a problem until a solution is found.

I was told that I had stolen drugs (cannabis, CM, LSD) and that I had done so to sell them. I heard similar briefings at odd intervals and I could not tell if it was a subtextual joke or what it sounds like after a Manchurian is activated.

I don't really have any one to ask. And I don't know any Central Reference Office. I bet my mother had known them all.

And she told me nothing. Obviously there was a great deal of information. Also, there once was a much larger amount of my property around me than there is now.

Could it be, 🤔 a portal?


Oh, I know now; they knew each other, and of course a sacrifice was a regular event. And of course a lot of people have seen their earnings and potential earnings drop after word spreads to the four corners that someone hasn't been very nice.

I don't need to get into this section. Reputation is funny stuff. “please leave!”

I am beloved. You are a snooty, demanding aristocracy with no strong understanding of what purpose I might lend myself towards. We are not the same.

Nearly four years later; yeah, you almost got me, any minute now, and I was so vicious when I failed to pretend there was nothing strange happening. How dare I?

There is no real reason for me to be not okay. It could have been worse by far, and as I haven't been told, it must not be too terrible. The bonus footage in the trailer, and Linda's trap house, and anywhere else I was exhorted into unnatural reaction, well, it's likely not going to go that far at all.

I don't need it to go anywhere; and with zero corroborative data, it may as well be Fantasyland. With comms intercepted, it might be a coverup for a huge windfall!

It really is, because this is huge. A parliament of hag owls has acknowledged its carnal sadness, on some level. I've seen things happen. I've heard a woman say that if I murdered her, I would spend life in prison! So, I better not!!

It could mean a couple things. She had just been sexed by M. Decon while disguised as me, which might bring back memories of being murdered the next day after the only time (after the first) and the most recent frame attempt (she got mad because she orgasmed and expressed pleasure in a way that might be captured on her hidden camera feed — true or not, this is part of the fantasy, and in any case, I'm not supposed to be happy about openly challenging her authority... and I'm not happy about various attempts made by unknown number of joyfriends who invariably have limitless chem stems and post hypnotic passive aggression to imprint the solid idea that I am a huge waste of any woman's time, especially hers... which is why the memory of a start of surprise and a flash of hot anger from the face is a delight, since... it's probably a soul fragment from the uberthug who commanded the active experience. Maybe. I'm not clear on how all this works, really. So, I called for a 911 wellness check, and then I called her dad to inquire if the police had been there, and then he got irritated, said that I should “fuck you,” I guess, and hung up with a slam. That was the last I heard of the man who indicated that, no, there was nothing I needed to know were I to resume sexy relations with his daughter, it had been 23-ish years, I had went for an STD panel, all normal stuff, and yet somehow no one mentions OH HEY WE'RE BLOOD WITCHES FROM RAYTHEON AND WE CAST SPELLS AND SHIT AND... WE BUILD CASES ON BLAMELESS POLITICAL DISSIDENTS WHILE SPENDING MONEY WE EMBEZZLED, AND EVER SINCE CHRISTMAS, when it was either attempted murder or a clumsy accident, not one fuck was given, it's a different set of priorities when one is a clan dough doll. I guess.

Given the close proximity of other men that can do things like abusively assault the sex act without much consent while imprinting MethDick™ on top of “Jackstar™” doesn't have enough money, and cheated by going to another woman for transport to another frame attempt, the woman is not fiercely grasping sanity as it is. Why do I seem like a killer to her?

She hangs up before I can begin to study. Even if I had an answer, would it stay that way? It's impossible to tell, because these men coordinated an effort to encourage me to break the law with her, and I didn't, but it turns out that an eager beaver co-defendant was more than happy to whoop it up with them, after stealing whatever drugs I had (who knows, really), because while she and I are not allowed to enjoy our selves... they are nonetheless still drug and sex addicts, and it's a way for them to pass the time.
Since there is seemingly not much fun to interact with her “normally” since her biker gang/military support peer group has more awareness of the situation than they did before, whenever that was.

Since I appeared to be more and more unhinged as I learned more of what happened at various times, and I seemed to be unrestrained in my consumption of drugs, looks of worry and concern populated the faces of Nancy (Beth), Dan-uh (Kirsten), Anthony (Shanji ikari), and Beau Radach, because there had to be a way to get me into a psych ward, and I have obligingly complied, mostly by watching seasoned drama coordinators play act as if I was creating a disturbance by being there at all. cozlik, I'm so unwelcome. (Calls to ask for money are often a coded message to quickly say, I am to blame for all her life's ills.) And after frontin’ that it was called for, my belongings were then taken again, because I'm supposed to be really unhappy and broke. Destitute. No money!

The illusion is pretty solid. There is certainly not much left, and I do nothing to gather more. Being ambushed on a holiday has a way of solidifying one's life.

There is no try: the accomplishment is that here is the woman she claimed I was “cheating” with, except both are Bellgab Elite, are building a case on me, presumably, at the behest of someone, and the entire arrangement is full on kayfaybe. This gal has bazoomz out for a yard. This means nothing, for without the correct chemical compound, no affection will ignite any spark, point blank period. I don't know where to get such a dose.

She still pretends to not be “into” drug use. In two? Oh, it's all full-on torchfood. It is as completely inauthentic as it ever was, because, once again, I don't have the drugs she needs to tolerate cockbreath.

These are the realities of being a seasoned mk active person type thing. In her case, I have no real conceptualization of what this world is like, since I am rarely spoken to, never greeted or hugged, and made it quite clear that I wasn't cheating at all. Until I discovered dual loyalty, I hadn't any interest at all in being dishonest.

Why lie about it? I don't know about other people. I am proud to say that we gave it the old college try, and thankfully her oinky peer group can fill in the blanks while Grapefruit does something at work, likely not apologizing, but she's not sorry so okay, and I'm still going on about this? BECAUSE THEY KEEP CALLING AND ORBITING AND HANGING ON. IT'S WEIRD. NGL.

But everyone knows it already. I don't find myself having to go back, hell no, they hate me there now, because I get high, legally, and they don't know for sure, they didn't ask, but they wonder, but I don't want to say, just one time. No, I have never gotten high with this broad.

She does that with others. With me, she calls and asks for money. Or mentions that she doesn't have gas and her car needs repairs. If there were anything legit, I would have bought another car anyway. That's not what this is.

This is what I remind Grapefruit with that, while I'm not really doing so, oh, it's been months, does it even matter? She doesn't think much of me, because I don't give her coca, I can't give her crystal, and she just wants money anyway. It is amongst the least most stimulating cuddle talk. She doesn't even cuddle. She huddles. Or cringes. Something less than alluring.

She's not trying to attract me. She calls and tells me I'll go to prison if I murder her — with my dick it is hoped, the most deadly thing about me — so she must have the fear somehow. I'm not going to find out how. She and her father do not go to the rapy to get her.

Actually, I don't know. And I assume every time for months, that's the last l will see of her, and she keeps trotting back around. She is never slutty for sex.

I have never seen this person express legitimate sexual arousal. No unlock chem, no interest in cock at all. Unlocked or not.
So, I do hope Grapefruit acknowledges this,  because the truth is I had to reason to be on the outs, except the secret group of narcs. It would have helped had I known. And, then I would have known why they were implying I was secretly taking drugs and going a 116 miles south to have a sex romp, and that has never happened.

I didn't even know it was an option.

And at this final month, I realize that this was all silly, because I was stubborn. I wanted to be asked if I knew something or other, it hardly matters now. They're both aware that someone else would be preferable, and she never asked me. She just had attraction magic on her, and we only played Quake twice. Weird, weird, weird. And why she calls me for money or to tell me of my sure trip to prison. If I murder her.
There's a NO TRESPASS notice for me, because now they have it all, that can sort of say that there's proof that I brought... “drugs”. So what? Okay, well, she's been Court-orded. Don't do that one.I think. I think she likes to smoke coca. I know she likes to do it without me.

I know that we don't, it didn't work well without the unlock chemical, I didn't even get any drugs to do with her, and so, we have not. This soothes us both.  Because if she wanted to, sure, but she really hasn't, and Allison decided to loudly imply that I was hiding something.

This was three years ago. I guess. No calls. No visits. No message at all. I guess it's awkward, because I'm not trying really hard to impress, because that's not what I started with.

It feels better to not have anyone else to remember, than it would to have another lover, because a real person would likely be memorable.

What is not memorable is the reason for the end to communication. It could be something serious. It could be a new development in sacred chewing tobacco, or the birth of a fat pig, signifying truffle stuffing.

What it really is that someone is becoming useful, because someone needed to be, and for some reason, her dad kept asking about a gun, if he came out on the deck with his firearm, what would I do?

*sigh* What else? Fuck his daughter with it. Right in the pussy and everything. Gosh!

Just kidding. I would help him aim a little. I don't know what the big deal was. No one even told me. I couldn't ask. I didn't give a shit. Everyone is stealing from me. Did she take out a mortgage? I have no idea.

And I am still hit up on for cash. By all of them. My guess is that they had a brisk business in bag bouncing, no shame in it unless you let them lick the spatula, but then cannabis remarked recreational, and the three (3) years we first dated, I never saw no crystal. I was jeered at, one time. But without verbal consent, A MAN'S VOICE ON TAPE, SAYING CRYSTAL METHAMPHETAMINE, GOTTA HAVE IT, WITHOUT THAT, IT'S HARD TO CLAIM I'M A DRUG DEALER. Nevertheless, this was a go-to step in this dame’s arsenal.

Nearly four years later, she's asking for money and not explaining how all these oinkers have time in the day to harass ME. Well, she's important, and in theory, we are still friends. I've never seen the other people.

I don't think it matters. My point is made. Whatever has been happening, hey, great for you, also I'm being robbed, that's okay, it was perfectly them.

I wasn't supposed to be non-helpful. But three (3) years wondering why any cold shoulder, and the suggestion is “might be a cop,” it's gotta be passive aggression, and she's sleeping with the gal who never broke up with me, she merely cried while sneering merry Christmas at me and of course she has sex with women. Duh. What was the problem?

Her story didn't add up, three years and there's never a thought to check what happens in account if the rumors, spread on the very site she first says she never heard of, and then later after a juicing, she is Queen of, I'll always have BALLGRAB, don't count on it, so any idea why the tight whine?

Yep, me neither. And I just bored myself to death. Go bears!

So it's wonderful to be ransacked again, and my money drained, and if that mattered, well, okay.

I think they have eight or nine houses like this, just wanting for some one to die. And this was the way it was for a dozen years, and I was never asked to lend anything.

Then I'm The>Kingpinner. And there has been no follow up, because it's best for earning if we all just forget.

And no one noticed the algorithm that reversed the polarity on every message. Happy becomes sad. Cheerful becomes grim. Winner becomes defeated. It seems like overkill, because I am despised.


They used to be weed and rock High Command. Their word was law. And they surely had heard of me, but not me ever them.


They were cool with cutting me off then as well. I don't know what it is now ... other than shame. I know I feel bad.

You got popped on the phone with a guy in Texas who told you that you had to go there because he watched you smoke out three years without me, and this is how it was forced? Hrrm.

this doesn't add up so I think it's a pure Astroturf. Plus there is not any case, so making up one makes sense. To them.

I'm guessing a weekly payment to not use any communication at all. Why sustain īT? It's amazing how four years can pass while some good ol’ boys who barely tolerate your kind are told that you are of no value without “hard work.” as I live and breathe, I can't stand it.

Company policy; and also I'd say something regrettable. Such as anything at all. With lifespans measured in 10s of thousands of years, revenge is a glacial event.

TL:DR; someone has my boots and kilt and backpack and everything, talks to either or both of them, and no one can tell me because they're getting paid. Also it's asinine.


I've already made the accomplishment; is good content. Could be better. No one appreciates it. She's supposed to manage me, not lose everything.

She likely hasn't. Duplicate IDs are a way of life and whatever they do, they have done it for a long time. It's worked okay.

Okay I can't be told about it or hugged and I'm supposed to work harder.

And am routinely alone. It's a simple way of destroying my future without being very obvious about it.

RUB.INI.MAGiK! Without access to any corroborative witness, any story dies on the vine. This is Playbook.

I'm not sure how CERN fits into this, but I'm tired of writing exposition for a narrative that could have been nurtured, and so was buried.

Note: this is Obstruction of Justice. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ I won't allow it, as that might injure my girlish figure. The person or person(s) using my identity could be anywhere and with no record of conversation, that's that.

My phone gets called and then bounces to another number. Eventually, the target gives in somehow.

But that's a secret.

[Jackstar]

https://x.com/_n_Jack/status/1979417909438116187?t=IaG0HOrBh9hRV43Xwr1bDQ&s=19

I like to know occult knowledge. Occultists like to be left alone to do whatever. We are not the same.

My accomplishments are undermined by operatives stealing from me and interfering with my objectives without mentioning why. It's usually some past life karma thing.

I'm not worried about this kind of thing. I already knew it was looney tunes when people thought that I had been stupid for not noticing the setup. I don't understand to this day what they were thinking would happen.

“we'll dispose of him easily.” without my tacit approval I can't be moved along at all now. I'm Clergy.

People have heard of me. It's real. It's also annoying. For you, I'm saying. Annoying for you. I'm not annoyed at all. And y'all seriously thought i might be working with “police.” huh. well, it was a paranoid time.

Dave and Matt and Michael are the same man, with AI synthesis and support, its amazing what technology can do, and of course one man gets three spouses.

Of course they both hate me. I have made a mockery of how they value their lives. Just by being me.

Fortunately this won't be a big deal. I'm not going to uncover more real estate fraud. That would be a silly fear.

“I think he's trying to steal my dogs.” — the totes honest face, hanging wide open. The dawning amazement; I'm supposed to look like I'm an antagonist. Like I'm upset about something.

It's not just hard to deweaponize someone. Basically just stop gaslighting them and relax for a time without working a problem until a solution is found.

I was told that I had stolen drugs (cannabis, CM, LSD) and that I had done so to sell them. I heard similar briefings at odd intervals and I could not tell if it was a subtextual joke or what it sounds like after a Manchurian is activated.

I don't really have any one to ask. And I don't know any Central Reference Office. I bet my mother had known them all.

And she told me nothing. Obviously there was a great deal of information. Also, there once was a much larger amount of my property around me than there is now.

Could it be, 🤔 a portal?


Oh, I know now; they knew each other, and of course a sacrifice was a regular event. And of course a lot of people have seen their earnings and potential earnings drop after word spreads to the four corners that someone hasn't been very nice.

I don't need to get into this section. Reputation is funny stuff. “please leave!”

I am beloved. You are a snooty, demanding aristocracy with no strong understanding of what purpose I might lend myself towards. We are not the same.

Nearly four years later; yeah, you almost got me, any minute now, and I was so vicious when I failed to pretend there was nothing strange happening. How dare I?

There is no real reason for me to be not okay. It could have been worse by far, and as I haven't been told, it must not be too terrible. The bonus footage in the trailer, and Linda's trap house, and anywhere else I was exhorted into unnatural reaction, well, it's likely not going to go that far at all.

I don't need it to go anywhere; and with zero corroborative data, it may as well be Fantasyland. With comms intercepted, it might be a coverup for a huge windfall!

It really is, because this is huge. A parliament of hag owls has acknowledged its carnal sadness, on some level. I've seen things happen. I've heard a woman say that if I murdered her, I would spend life in prison! So, I better not!!

It could mean a couple things. She had just been sexed by M. Decon while disguised as me, which might bring back memories of being murdered the next day after the only time (after the first) and the most recent frame attempt (she got mad because she orgasmed and expressed pleasure in a way that might be captured on her hidden camera feed — true or not, this is part of the fantasy, and in any case, I'm not supposed to be happy about openly challenging her authority... and I'm not happy about various attempts made by unknown number of joyfriends who invariably have limitless chem stems and post hypnotic passive aggression to imprint the solid idea that I am a huge waste of any woman's time, especially hers... which is why the memory of a start of surprise and a flash of hot anger from the face is a delight, since... it's probably a soul fragment from the uberthug who commanded the active experience. Maybe. I'm not clear on how all this works, really. So, I called for a 911 wellness check, and then I called her dad to inquire if the police had been there, and then he got irritated, said that I should “fuck you,” I guess, and hung up with a slam. That was the last I heard of the man who indicated that, no, there was nothing I needed to know were I to resume sexy relations with his daughter, it had been 23-ish years, I had went for an STD panel, all normal stuff, and yet somehow no one mentions OH HEY WE'RE BLOOD WITCHES FROM RAYTHEON AND WE CAST SPELLS AND SHIT AND... WE BUILD CASES ON BLAMELESS POLITICAL DISSIDENTS WHILE SPENDING MONEY WE EMBEZZLED, AND EVER SINCE CHRISTMAS, when it was either attempted murder or a clumsy accident, not one fuck was given, it's a different set of priorities when one is a clan dough doll. I guess.

Given the close proximity of other men that can do things like abusively assault the sex act without much consent while imprinting MethDick™ on top of “Jackstar™” doesn't have enough money, and cheated by going to another woman for transport to another frame attempt, the woman is not fiercely grasping sanity as it is. Why do I seem like a killer to her?

She hangs up before I can begin to study. Even if I had an answer, would it stay that way? It's impossible to tell, because these men coordinated an effort to encourage me to break the law with her, and I didn't, but it turns out that an eager beaver co-defendant was more than happy to whoop it up with them, after stealing whatever drugs I had (who knows, really), because while she and I are not allowed to enjoy our selves... they are nonetheless still drug and sex addicts, and it's a way for them to pass the time.
Since there is seemingly not much fun to interact with her “normally” since her biker gang/military support peer group has more awareness of the situation than they did before, whenever that was.

Since I appeared to be more and more unhinged as I learned more of what happened at various times, and I seemed to be unrestrained in my consumption of drugs, looks of worry and concern populated the faces of Nancy (Beth), Dan-uh (Kirsten), Anthony (Shanji ikari), and Beau Radach, because there had to be a way to get me into a psych ward, and I have obligingly complied, mostly by watching seasoned drama coordinators play act as if I was creating a disturbance by being there at all. cozlik, I'm so unwelcome. (Calls to ask for money are often a coded message to quickly say, I am to blame for all her life's ills.) And after frontin’ that it was called for, my belongings were then taken again, because I'm supposed to be really unhappy and broke. Destitute. No money!

The illusion is pretty solid. There is certainly not much left, and I do nothing to gather more. Being ambushed on a holiday has a way of solidifying one's life.

There is no try: the accomplishment is that here is the woman she claimed I was “cheating” with, except both are Bellgab Elite, are building a case on me, presumably, at the behest of someone, and the entire arrangement is full on kayfaybe. This gal has bazoomz out for a yard. This means nothing, for without the correct chemical compound, no affection will ignite any spark, point blank period. I don't know where to get such a dose.

She still pretends to not be “into” drug use. In two? Oh, it's all full-on torchfood. It is as completely inauthentic as it ever was, because, once again, I don't have the drugs she needs to tolerate cockbreath.

These are the realities of being a seasoned mk active person type thing. In her case, I have no real conceptualization of what this world is like, since I am rarely spoken to, never greeted or hugged, and made it quite clear that I wasn't cheating at all. Until I discovered dual loyalty, I hadn't any interest at all in being dishonest.

Why lie about it? I don't know about other people. I am proud to say that we gave it the old college try, and thankfully her oinky peer group can fill in the blanks while Grapefruit does something at work, likely not apologizing, but she's not sorry so okay, and I'm still going on about this? BECAUSE THEY KEEP CALLING AND ORBITING AND HANGING ON. IT'S WEIRD. NGL.

But everyone knows it already. I don't find myself having to go back, hell no, they hate me there now, because I get high, legally, and they don't know for sure, they didn't ask, but they wonder, but I don't want to say, just one time. No, I have never gotten high with this broad.

She does that with others. With me, she calls and asks for money. Or mentions that she doesn't have gas and her car needs repairs. If there were anything legit, I would have bought another car anyway. That's not what this is.

This is what I remind Grapefruit with that, while I'm not really doing so, oh, it's been months, does it even matter? She doesn't think much of me, because I don't give her coca, I can't give her crystal, and she just wants money anyway. It is amongst the least most stimulating cuddle talk. She doesn't even cuddle. She huddles. Or cringes. Something less than alluring.

She's not trying to attract me. She calls and tells me I'll go to prison if I murder her — with my dick it is hoped, the most deadly thing about me — so she must have the fear somehow. I'm not going to find out how. She and her father do not go to the rapy to get her.

Actually, I don't know. And I assume every time for months, that's the last l will see of her, and she keeps trotting back around. She is never slutty for sex.

I have never seen this person express legitimate sexual arousal. No unlock chem, no interest in cock at all. Unlocked or not.
So, I do hope Grapefruit acknowledges this,  because the truth is I had to reason to be on the outs, except the secret group of narcs. It would have helped had I known. And, then I would have known why they were implying I was secretly taking drugs and going a 116 miles south to have a sex romp, and that has never happened.

I didn't even know it was an option.

And at this final month, I realize that this was all silly, because I was stubborn. I wanted to be asked if I knew something or other, it hardly matters now. They're both aware that someone else would be preferable, and she never asked me. She just had attraction magic on her, and we only played Quake twice. Weird, weird, weird. And why she calls me for money or to tell me of my sure trip to prison. If I murder her.
There's a NO TRESPASS notice for me, because now they have it all, that can sort of say that there's proof that I brought... “drugs”. So what? Okay, well, she's been Court-orded. Don't do that one.I think. I think she likes to smoke coca. I know she likes to do it without me.

I know that we don't, it didn't work well without the unlock chemical, I didn't even get any drugs to do with her, and so, we have not. This soothes us both.  Because if she wanted to, sure, but she really hasn't, and Allison decided to loudly imply that I was hiding something.

This was three years ago. I guess. No calls. No visits. No message at all. I guess it's awkward, because I'm not trying really hard to impress, because that's not what I started with.

It feels better to not have anyone else to remember, than it would to have another lover, because a real person would likely be memorable.

What is not memorable is the reason for the end to communication. It could be something serious. It could be a new development in sacred chewing tobacco, or the birth of a fat pig, signifying truffle stuffing.

What it really is that someone is becoming useful, because someone needed to be, and for some reason, her dad kept asking about a gun, if he came out on the deck with his firearm, what would I do?

*sigh* What else? Fuck his daughter with it. Right in the pussy and everything. Gosh!

Just kidding. I would help him aim a little. I don't know what the big deal was. No one even told me. I couldn't ask. I didn't give a shit. Everyone is stealing from me. Did she take out a mortgage? I have no idea.

And I am still hit up on for cash. By all of them. My guess is that they had a brisk business in bag bouncing, no shame in it unless you let them lick the spatula, but then cannabis remarked recreational, and the three (3) years we first dated, I never saw no crystal. I was jeered at, one time. But without verbal consent, A MAN'S VOICE ON TAPE, SAYING CRYSTAL METHAMPHETAMINE, GOTTA HAVE IT, WITHOUT THAT, IT'S HARD TO CLAIM I'M A DRUG DEALER. Nevertheless, this was a go-to step in this dame’s arsenal.

Nearly four years later, she's asking for money and not explaining how all these oinkers have time in the day to harass ME. Well, she's important, and in theory, we are still friends. I've never seen the other people.

I don't think it matters. My point is made. Whatever has been happening, hey, great for you, also I'm being robbed, that's okay, it was perfectly them.

I wasn't supposed to be non-helpful. But three (3) years wondering why any cold shoulder, and the suggestion is “might be a cop,” it's gotta be passive aggression, and she's sleeping with the gal who never broke up with me, she merely cried while sneering merry Christmas at me and of course she has sex with women. Duh. What was the problem?

Her story didn't add up, three years and there's never a thought to check what happens in account if the rumors, spread on the very site she first says she never heard of, and then later after a juicing, she is Queen of, I'll always have BALLGRAB, don't count on it, so any idea why the tight whine?

Yep, me neither. And I just bored myself to death. Go bears!

So it's wonderful to be ransacked again, and my money drained, and if that mattered, well, okay.

I think they have eight or nine houses like this, just wanting for some one to die. And this was the way it was for a dozen years, and I was never asked to lend anything.

Then I'm The>Kingpinner. And there has been no follow up, because it's best for earning if we all just forget.

And no one noticed the algorithm that reversed the polarity on every message. Happy becomes sad. Cheerful becomes grim. Winner becomes defeated. It seems like overkill, because I am despised.


They used to be weed and rock High Command. Their word was law. And they surely had heard of me, but not me ever them.


They were cool with cutting me off then as well. I don't know what it is now ... other than shame. I know I feel bad.

You got popped on the phone with a guy in Texas who told you that you had to go there because he watched you smoke out three years without me, and this is how it was forced? Hrrm.

this doesn't add up so I think it's a pure Astroturf. Plus there is not any case, so making up one makes sense. To them.

I'm guessing a weekly payment to not use any communication at all. Why sustain īT? It's amazing how four years can pass while some good ol’ boys who barely tolerate your kind are told that you are of no value without “hard work.” as I live and breathe, I can't stand it.

Company policy; and also I'd say something regrettable. Such as anything at all. With lifespans measured in 10s of thousands of years, revenge is a glacial event.

TL:DR; someone has my boots and kilt and backpack and everything, talks to either or both of them, and no one can tell me because they're getting paid. Also it's asinine.


I've already made the accomplishment; is good content. Could be better. No one appreciates it. She's supposed to manage me, not lose everything.

She likely hasn't. Duplicate IDs are a way of life and whatever they do, they have done it for a long time. It's worked okay.

Okay I can't be told about it or hugged and I'm supposed to work harder.

And am routinely alone. It's a simple way of destroying my future without being very obvious about it.

RUB.INI.MAGiK! Without access to any corroborative witness, any story dies on the vine. This is Playbook.

I'm not sure how CERN fits into this, but I'm tired of writing exposition for a narrative that could have been nurtured, and so was buried.

Note: this is Obstruction of Justice. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ I won't allow it, as that might injure my girlish figure. The person or person(s) using my identity could be anywhere and with no record of conversation, that's that.

My phone gets called and then bounces to another number. Eventually, the target gives in somehow.

But that's a secret.

[Jackstar]

https://x.com/_n_Jack/status/1979636728374992968?t=mP5dYBPiFl4dJFcbqxCUEg&s=19

YOU 🫵 made this all happen, Bellgab.





īT.CHANGES.
īT.WORKS.

5: AND 5

№t_Q

[Jackstar]

ll I Jackstar killing little men, neighbors, or prick’s questions, really smooth-ish, terrorist umbrella versions X, why zebras? Well, quagga would be too obvious. And also: my feelings are hurt. Taking my gear is supposed to be for my own good, is that supposed to be plausible? I don't think it is.

90 day cooldown. SIMULTANEOUS. That's the protocol. And I have demonstrated sufficient probable cause. At least, in my view. I don't know what any of you have demonstrated. Because my communications are blocked. Like in Diamonds Are Forever. Like in reality, what was done to Howard Hughes. It's amazing what can be done with modern tradecraft. And it's going to be totally fucking awesome watching you turkeys testify to Congress about it.

Another Iran-Contra? It's more likely than one might think. ASSES IN SEATS FOR MONTHS. Think of the Neilsen R ratings! IDK if they even still have those. NEVERTHELESS: think of them! BUY MY CUM &AND!!! (Just kidding. I'm not selling my baby batter.) And in spite of the opportunities available to leverage this oncoming tide, I am still The target of... I have no idea, really, but holy shit are they pissed. C’est moi? Big time. I might even have my senior prom tickets revoked, to say nothing of my guild charter. (I don't have a guild, but that doesn't matter, Dean Worm Her and all his ilk are literally frothing at the mouth. Over one schizo junkie. Yep, that's me!) I am, of course, very ashamed.

Because I am not even close to being sorry about my lack of good manners at all. Holy fuck, you assholes fucked everything up, and somehow it's all my fault. Wow! Well, that's what a raging drug addiction and the total denial of it will do to an otherwise well-oiled machine of brutal oppression. (Bellgab, I love you.) How did anyone not see this coming? Oh, I suppose they did... and then, neatly sidestepped the oncoming D5 avalanche.

Bigger than you can imagine. BIBLICAL. Clearly, more petty theft is a safe move, lol. WRONG.

But I suppose you all have to eat. (Income streams drying up? Maybe going door-to-door pushing solar panels is going to be your ticket out of poverty.) And I suppose I look like a juicy target still. I am quite plump, after all. And, I'm just begging to be bullied for lunch money, right? Omfg, it's like face blindness.

* Jackstar has had enough of your bullshit, Bellgab.

Everybody out of the pool. Actual: time to hustle. Site statistics: down from 1165 to ~33. Talk about leaving money on the table.

Remember: I'm just a needle junkie with HIV. Right? That's certainly what I heard. And I haven't heard of any retraction, explanation, or feelings of contrition.

You know what might help? Put on a French maid outfit and clean my fucking kitchen, you silly twatsplat mewling coterie of bī-bully ho-thugs. What are you, busy? Maybe you're held up in Customs, or something. I really have no idea.

Because I got high? No... because I really don't give a fuck. This is your message, Bellgab. FIX. CLEAN. POLISH. Do I have to be the goddam instructor? Y'all fucked up. Now, take accountability. Sure, you never had to before. IDC. Learn as you go. No one is getting any younger, you know.

And if you don't like it, I'm not surprised. It's not really very fair.

NONETHELESS: IT IS THE LAW. (Standards.) You're welcome.

I'm gonna go pretend to want to fap now. Because that's one of my jobs: pretending to be a frustrated sex addict.

Wye. That's why. Now scram, Friend. I'm sorry if I seem too brutal.

That's the training. (Also: you owe me a refrigeration unit and a written apology.) I'm not really enjoying all this surplus of human suffering.

Hey, I stayed out of your DMs, right? CAPIÇHE? I'm practically beatifiable. Without even ever having tried to be.

And, I love you. So, I'd rather see you all turn yourselves around on your own recognizance. And if it's just too hard, zI happen to know of a quality behavioral hospital you can all plop your asses down into. I'm sure all of all y'all would feel right at home.

(Vengeance for Shakena Godbolt.)

And, I don't know that that woman has got going on, but I called her for her email address and she acted like I was some kind of reprobate deviant. Like, damn. Tough crowd. Maybe I didn't belong there?

Maybe they shouldn't have stolen my gear? Maybe they shouldn't have assumed that I was an abject retard? Well, mistakes are how we learn. And, you know how kids are. They think they invented everything.

And they think I'm old. I'm at ⅒ of my expected lifespan. That would be ten years old, if I was gonna live to be 100. How long could I really live, though? 🤔 At this point, what difference does it actually make?

I retract the question. Do I really need to know? I doubt it. Similarly did I really need to lose my boots, my kilt, y flashlight, my... everything? Well, someone sure thought so and Shakena Godbolt was so disturbed, she hollered and shrieked at me on her HIPPA-compliant business telephone line.

Huh. I don't know if that's a cry for help, or if she finally figured out that she was totes screwed; but the fact of the matter is that I am the victim of a targeted scheme to get me “out of the way.” Is this going to go on much longer? It's tedious to endure.

Asking for a friend. To arrange for any necessary intervention. Because, gosh! I'd like to be eb getting on with my life, and I don't really mind if any of you think I'm not allowed to. I don't need any of you to allow me to live.

I simply and masterfully do so. Get the picture? Now, start signing checks, Cartoonist Twatmunch. What, are you sitting there with Girl Blofeld training a pistol on you? Awkward. Funny image, but decidedly awkward.

I'll leave you to your struggles. I am sure they are real. And the next time you want to score some low-hanging fruit, think again.

MY CAPACITY FOR INDULGING YOUR RIDICULOUSNESS HAS BEEN EXCEEDED.

And, still: no hugs  Weird. I don't think your Ringleader thought all this through. No plan B, right? Because I'm a needle junkie with AIDS. Oh, wait.

Nope, that's the other one  An easy mistake to make, I guess. I'm new around here. Not really sure how things work.

But you do: sow, I don't have to. I choose to work  And, I don't work FOR YOU, BELLGAB.

That's the training. We'll see how things are next month. For now ..  face reality.


PEOPLE >KNOW. I have no idea what they know, but they sure do know it.

And they know that I have sat your thuggy-bulky Oinkerton-fed D. E. A. ± D. A. R. E asses down. Good. Someone had to. Now, go be effective. Because, after all..  public monies taken equates to being held accountable to various and sundry duties as guardians of the public’s trust.

tl:dr; you wish you could just suck my fat one and get this over with, I'm sure. Well, well, well, it's too late for that and I wasn't interested anyway. Try another strategy. Mix things up a little. Like, I don't know...  how about you sober up for a while? You might like it.

I certainly did. I certainly will again. And if my consumption of entheogenic compounds were any of your fucking business, Bellgab..  then business would be booming. Just imagine it: a life without the constant feeling of impending DOOM.

That's what you lost by trifling with me. Because I could be more subtle. More soft touch  I could also flip the fuck out. Would anyone notice? I DOUBT IT.

I have chosen the path less traveled, Bellgab. Without being at all obvious about it. Oh, you're welcome.


Good talk  You work; so I don't have to. Tarbaby owe ewe T

[Jackstar]

ll I Jackstar killing little men, neighbors, or prick’s questions, really smooth-ish, terrorist umbrella versions X, why zebras? Well, quagga would be too obvious. And also: my feelings are hurt. Taking my gear is supposed to be for my own good, is that supposed to be plausible? I don't think it is.

90 day cooldown. SIMULTANEOUS. That's the protocol. And I have demonstrated sufficient probable cause. At least, in my view. I don't know what any of you have demonstrated. Because my communications are blocked. Like in Diamonds Are Forever. Like in reality, what was done to Howard Hughes. It's amazing what can be done with modern tradecraft. And it's going to be totally fucking awesome watching you turkeys testify to Congress about it.

Another Iran-Contra? It's more likely than one might think. ASSES IN SEATS FOR MONTHS. Think of the Neilsen R ratings! IDK if they even still have those. NEVERTHELESS: think of them! BUY MY CUM &AND!!! (Just kidding. I'm not selling my baby batter.) And in spite of the opportunities available to leverage this oncoming tide, I am still The target of... I have no idea, really, but holy shit are they pissed. C’est moi? Big time. I might even have my senior prom tickets revoked, to say nothing of my guild charter. (I don't have a guild, but that doesn't matter, Dean Worm Her and all his ilk are literally frothing at the mouth. Over one schizo junkie. Yep, that's me!) I am, of course, very ashamed.

Because I am not even close to being sorry about my lack of good manners at all. Holy fuck, you assholes fucked everything up, and somehow it's all my fault. Wow! Well, that's what a raging drug addiction and the total denial of it will do to an otherwise well-oiled machine of brutal oppression. (Bellgab, I love you.) How did anyone not see this coming? Oh, I suppose they did... and then, neatly sidestepped the oncoming D5 avalanche.

Bigger than you can imagine. BIBLICAL. Clearly, more petty theft is a safe move, lol. WRONG.

But I suppose you all have to eat. (Income streams drying up? Maybe going door-to-door pushing solar panels is going to be your ticket out of poverty.) And I suppose I look like a juicy target still. I am quite plump, after all. And, I'm just begging to be bullied for lunch money, right? Omfg, it's like face blindness.

* Jackstar has had enough of your bullshit, Bellgab.

Everybody out of the pool. Actual: time to hustle. Site statistics: down from 1165 to ~33. Talk about leaving money on the table.

Remember: I'm just a needle junkie with HIV. Right? That's certainly what I heard. And I haven't heard of any retraction, explanation, or feelings of contrition.

You know what might help? Put on a French maid outfit and clean my fucking kitchen, you silly twatsplat mewling coterie of bī-bully ho-thugs. What are you, busy? Maybe you're held up in Customs, or something. I really have no idea.

Because I got high? No... because I really don't give a fuck. This is your message, Bellgab. FIX. CLEAN. POLISH. Do I have to be the goddam instructor? Y'all fucked up. Now, take accountability. Sure, you never had to before. IDC. Learn as you go. No one is getting any younger, you know.

And if you don't like it, I'm not surprised. It's not really very fair.

NONETHELESS: IT IS THE LAW. (Standards.) You're welcome.

I'm gonna go pretend to want to fap now. Because that's one of my jobs: pretending to be a frustrated sex addict.

Wye. That's why. Now scram, Friend. I'm sorry if I seem too brutal.

That's the training. (Also: you owe me a refrigeration unit and a written apology.) I'm not really enjoying all this surplus of human suffering.

Hey, I stayed out of your DMs, right? CAPIÇHE? I'm practically beatifiable. Without even ever having tried to be.

And, I love you. So, I'd rather see you all turn yourselves around on your own recognizance. And if it's just too hard, zI happen to know of a quality behavioral hospital you can all plop your asses down into. I'm sure all of all y'all would feel right at home.

(Vengeance for Shakena Godbolt.)

And, I don't know that that woman has got going on, but I called her for her email address and she acted like I was some kind of reprobate deviant. Like, damn. Tough crowd. Maybe I didn't belong there?

Maybe they shouldn't have stolen my gear? Maybe they shouldn't have assumed that I was an abject retard? Well, mistakes are how we learn. And, you know how kids are. They think they invented everything.

And they think I'm old. I'm at ⅒ of my expected lifespan. That would be ten years old, if I was gonna live to be 100. How long could I really live, though? 🤔 At this point, what difference does it actually make?

I retract the question. Do I really need to know? I doubt it. Similarly did I really need to lose my boots, my kilt, y flashlight, my... everything? Well, someone sure thought so and Shakena Godbolt was so disturbed, she hollered and shrieked at me on her HIPPA-compliant business telephone line.

Huh. I don't know if that's a cry for help, or if she finally figured out that she was totes screwed; but the fact of the matter is that I am the victim of a targeted scheme to get me “out of the way.” Is this going to go on much longer? It's tedious to endure.

Asking for a friend. To arrange for any necessary intervention. Because, gosh! I'd like to be eb getting on with my life, and I don't really mind if any of you think I'm not allowed to. I don't need any of you to allow me to live.

I simply and masterfully do so. Get the picture? Now, start signing checks, Cartoonist Twatmunch. What, are you sitting there with Girl Blofeld training a pistol on you? Awkward. Funny image, but decidedly awkward.

I'll leave you to your struggles. I am sure they are real. And the next time you want to score some low-hanging fruit, think again.

MY CAPACITY FOR INDULGING YOUR RIDICULOUSNESS HAS BEEN EXCEEDED.

And, still: no hugs  Weird. I don't think your Ringleader thought all this through. No plan B, right? Because I'm a needle junkie with AIDS. Oh, wait.

Nope, that's the other one  An easy mistake to make, I guess. I'm new around here. Not really sure how things work.

But you do: sow, I don't have to. I choose to work  And, I don't work FOR YOU, BELLGAB.

That's the training. We'll see how things are next month. For now ..  face reality.


PEOPLE >KNOW. I have no idea what they know, but they sure do know it.

And they know that I have sat your thuggy-bulky Oinkerton-fed D. E. A. ± D. A. R. E asses down. Good. Someone had to. Now, go be effective. Because, after all..  public monies taken equates to being held accountable to various and sundry duties as guardians of the public’s trust.

tl:dr; you wish you could just suck my fat one and get this over with, I'm sure. Well, well, well, it's too late for that and I wasn't interested anyway. Try another strategy. Mix things up a little. Like, I don't know...  how about you sober up for a while? You might like it.

I certainly did. I certainly will again. And if my consumption of entheogenic compounds were any of your fucking business, Bellgab..  then business would be booming. Just imagine it: a life without the constant feeling of impending DOOM.

That's what you lost by trifling with me. Because I could be more subtle. More soft touch  I could also flip the fuck out. Would anyone notice? I DOUBT IT.

I have chosen the path less traveled, Bellgab. Without being at all obvious about it. Oh, you're welcome.


Good talk  You work; so I don't have to. Tarbaby owe ewe T

ll I Jackstar killing little men, neighbors, or prick’s questions, really smooth-ish, terrorist umbrella versions X, why zebras? Well, quagga would be too obvious. And also: my feelings are hurt. Taking my gear is supposed to be for my own good, is that supposed to be plausible? I don't think it is.

90 day cooldown. SIMULTANEOUS. That's the protocol. And I have demonstrated sufficient probable cause. At least, in my view. I don't know what any of you have demonstrated. Because my communications are blocked. Like in Diamonds Are Forever. Like in reality, what was done to Howard Hughes. It's amazing what can be done with modern tradecraft. And it's going to be totally fucking awesome watching you turkeys testify to Congress about it.

Another Iran-Contra? It's more likely than one might think. ASSES IN SEATS FOR MONTHS. Think of the Neilsen R ratings! IDK if they even still have those. NEVERTHELESS: think of them! BUY MY CUM &AND!!! (Just kidding. I'm not selling my baby batter.) And in spite of the opportunities available to leverage this oncoming tide, I am still The target of... I have no idea, really, but holy shit are they pissed. C’est moi? Big time. I might even have my senior prom tickets revoked, to say nothing of my guild charter. (I don't have a guild, but that doesn't matter, Dean Worm Her and all his ilk are literally frothing at the mouth. Over one schizo junkie. Yep, that's me!) I am, of course, very ashamed.

Because I am not even close to being sorry about my lack of good manners at all. Holy fuck, you assholes fucked everything up, and somehow it's all my fault. Wow! Well, that's what a raging drug addiction and the total denial of it will do to an otherwise well-oiled machine of brutal oppression. (Bellgab, I love you.) How did anyone not see this coming? Oh, I suppose they did... and then, neatly sidestepped the oncoming D5 avalanche.

Bigger than you can imagine. BIBLICAL. Clearly, more petty theft is a safe move, lol. WRONG.

But I suppose you all have to eat. (Income streams drying up? Maybe going door-to-door pushing solar panels is going to be your ticket out of poverty.) And I suppose I look like a juicy target still. I am quite plump, after all. And, I'm just begging to be bullied for lunch money, right? Omfg, it's like face blindness.

* Jackstar has had enough of your bullshit, Bellgab.

Everybody out of the pool. Actual: time to hustle. Site statistics: down from 1165 to ~33. Talk about leaving money on the table.

Remember: I'm just a needle junkie with HIV. Right? That's certainly what I heard. And I haven't heard of any retraction, explanation, or feelings of contrition.

You know what might help? Put on a French maid outfit and clean my fucking kitchen, you silly twatsplat mewling coterie of bī-bully ho-thugs. What are you, busy? Maybe you're held up in Customs, or something. I really have no idea.

Because I got high? No... because I really don't give a fuck. This is your message, Bellgab. FIX. CLEAN. POLISH. Do I have to be the goddam instructor? Y'all fucked up. Now, take accountability. Sure, you never had to before. IDC. Learn as you go. No one is getting any younger, you know.

And if you don't like it, I'm not surprised. It's not really very fair.

NONETHELESS: IT IS THE LAW. (Standards.) You're welcome.

I'm gonna go pretend to want to fap now. Because that's one of my jobs: pretending to be a frustrated sex addict.

Wye. That's why. Now scram, Friend. I'm sorry if I seem too brutal.

That's the training. (Also: you owe me a refrigeration unit and a written apology.) I'm not really enjoying all this surplus of human suffering.

Hey, I stayed out of your DMs, right? CAPIÇHE? I'm practically beatifiable. Without even ever having tried to be.

And, I love you. So, I'd rather see you all turn yourselves around on your own recognizance. And if it's just too hard, zI happen to know of a quality behavioral hospital you can all plop your asses down into. I'm sure all of all y'all would feel right at home.

(Vengeance for Shakena Godbolt.)

And, I don't know that that woman has got going on, but I called her for her email address and she acted like I was some kind of reprobate deviant. Like, damn. Tough crowd. Maybe I didn't belong there?

Maybe they shouldn't have stolen my gear? Maybe they shouldn't have assumed that I was an abject retard? Well, mistakes are how we learn. And, you know how kids are. They think they invented everything.

And they think I'm old. I'm at ⅒ of my expected lifespan. That would be ten years old, if I was gonna live to be 100. How long could I really live, though? 🤔 At this point, what difference does it actually make?

I retract the question. Do I really need to know? I doubt it. Similarly did I really need to lose my boots, my kilt, y flashlight, my... everything? Well, someone sure thought so and Shakena Godbolt was so disturbed, she hollered and shrieked at me on her HIPPA-compliant business telephone line.

Huh. I don't know if that's a cry for help, or if she finally figured out that she was totes screwed; but the fact of the matter is that I am the victim of a targeted scheme to get me “out of the way.” Is this going to go on much longer? It's tedious to endure.

Asking for a friend. To arrange for any necessary intervention. Because, gosh! I'd like to be eb getting on with my life, and I don't really mind if any of you think I'm not allowed to. I don't need any of you to allow me to live.

I simply and masterfully do so. Get the picture? Now, start signing checks, Cartoonist Twatmunch. What, are you sitting there with Girl Blofeld training a pistol on you? Awkward. Funny image, but decidedly awkward.

I'll leave you to your struggles. I am sure they are real. And the next time you want to score some low-hanging fruit, think again.

MY CAPACITY FOR INDULGING YOUR RIDICULOUSNESS HAS BEEN EXCEEDED.

And, still: no hugs  Weird. I don't think your Ringleader thought all this through. No plan B, right? Because I'm a needle junkie with AIDS. Oh, wait.

Nope, that's the other one  An easy mistake to make, I guess. I'm new around here. Not really sure how things work.

But you do: sow, I don't have to work. I choose to work  That free will choice makes my contribution more valuable to the whole of society. And, I don't work FOR YOU, BELLGAB. (No one does now. You have been SHUT DOWN. *polite* FuckYouActual.exe now with Java-enabled bazooms! Let me guess: you didn't ask for those. Yeah, I didn't think you did; and I also didn't ask for your games and monkeyshines to be run on me. I suppose that was something you all liked at first; the violation of my consent, and I was supposedly none the wiser. That's the übernerd cubicle dream, and I was painted as such a vile person by the years of relentless defamatory black P.R. that you all completely bought into...

well, what if you were all entirely mistaken? Consider the possibility, Sperglord Elite. What if you've been thumping on the wrong target for the entire time? Better destroy the evidence, right? lol. Silly rabbi. Trucks are for my friends and family, exiled to Oregon. And, no one knows for sure what happened, since... no one bothered to ask me.

* Jackstar doesn't wanna sing this at karaoke: “Rate me! Rate me, my friend! Rate me! Rate me again!”

Yeah, he wasn't the only one. Duh. Was he even effective? I would say so. And he was easy to eliminate. So was, in fact, Layne Staley, Chris Cornell, I can't think of too many more, because a loser is a loser. And I'm sure they all thought they were better than other people. Rock stars are kinda like that. That's the training.

I never asked or sought this level of attention. I said so. I was of course not believed. Everyone lies, right? I bet it seems that way after a while.

That's the training. We'll see how things are next month. For now ..  face reality.

PEOPLE >KNOW. I have no idea what they know, but they sure do know it. And they know that I have single-handedly, flipped everyone a double bird. How is this possible? One word: REBATES!

Cutting out the middle man and bringing factory-direct warehouse outlet pricing to you, Bellgab. I get that no one really appreciates that. Similarly, I didn't appreciate BEING GASLIT FOR YEARS AND SLOW-WALKED INTO A B OF X CANYON AMBUSH! I'm sure everyone thought I did it on purpose. Not really. I was unaware at the time that you really thought that you were in control. Of anything. Because hiding behind women and children while manipulating everyone through various invariably drug-centric means was not something I thought anyone would be dim-witted enough to actually do. (I see now why entrapment is rarely handled at trial.. The Thin Blue Line has Special Means to balance that kind of thing out. It's usually a simple mistake, and when it's not ... it's not Shawtime, that's for goddam sure.) Now that's been acknowledged as something that actually happened, FOR YEARS, UNJUSTLY, there are many who are eager to see what happens next. I know I am. Mostly because I just want my stuff back, and I want to leave. People have seen that before; what they haven't seen is anyone succeeding in doing so. People have known about this kind of thing for years, but no one really knew what to do about it. “It is what it is.” Yeah, major fucking felony fraud. I'm just supposed to eat that, eh? Since that's what always ends up happening before.

This time, people don't know everything, but they know that this is somehow different. They really don't know in what ways. Most of what is being sad is bullshit hyperbole and smokescreen. This is typical for cloak and dagger reindeer games. What is atypical here is that I'm not about to pull your fucking sled, Spooky-Thuggy Shiner, Banger, BANGOR TRIDENT NUCLEAR SUBMARINE BASE, I dont know those boys well, but those boys are used to people who may resemble me. Since I'm a sex-obsessed drug addict in denial, right? Okay, well actually no. What I am is a goddam primary victim and I've been trafficked for my entire adult life. (Shazam.) That's, like... okay? I guess? For the sins of the father are visited on the son.

I won't get into it, but the whole thing is very serious. I am grateful for the opportunity I was given to demonstrate integrity. It's no laughing matter, and if I were gaming the system, I'd be in supermax already. However, as it turns out, the system of American jurisprudence doesn't really wish to keep putting the wrong people into prison while hands of criminal brutes roam the streets freely. It may seem like it does that, but... that's because mistakes are how we learn.

Publicly shaming bad actors that were once completely untouchable is how I learn too. For example, here's a middle I made: I thought people would actually TELL ME if they thought I was up to no good. Oh, hell no. I wasn't really supposed to figure anything out. Nevertheless I have and I am not really happy about what has been going on behind my back. No doubt, the inhabitants of the Kitsap Peninsula aren't really happy about it either. Thankfully I never had any intent of engaging in any of the usual reprobative pastimes, and I've turned out to be at least semi-useful and demonstrably unthreatening to local color and constabulary. They may not know why I didn't know why sooner, what most thought I should not have let happen, but I had certainly been curious. I eventually uncovered enough to rouse me to action. (Educating thugs is not my mission for God. I simply like to see an end to bullying, but not enough to go out of my way to do it. A man could get a reputation for being to nosy with that kind of thing, you feel me? Avoid foreign entanglements.) And they know that I have sat your thuggy-bulky Oinkerton-fed D. E. A. ± D. A. R. E asses down. Good. Someone had to. Now, go be effective. Because, after all..  public monies taken equates to being held accountable to various and sundry duties as guardians of the public’s trust.

tl:dr; you wish you could just suck my fat one and get this over with, I'm sure. Well, well, well, it's too late for that and I wasn't interested anyway. Try another strategy. Mix things up a little. Like, I don't know...  how about you sober up for a while? You might like it.

I certainly did. I certainly will again. And if my consumption of entheogenic compounds were any of your fucking business, Bellgab..  then business would be booming. Just imagine it: a life without the constant feeling of impending DOOM.

That's what you lost by trifling with me. Because I could be more subtle. More soft touch  I could also flip the fuck out. Would anyone notice? I DOUBT IT.

I have chosen the path less traveled, Bellgab. Without being at all obvious about it. Oh, you're welcome.


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