I quit.
My cousin and these two whores he pals around with have decided to make me come back from retirement earlier than planned. I'm hoping they get syphilis and go batch it. Crazy from benzo withdrawal on some pay-per-view stream somewhere, that's what I have to look forward to now.
Meanwhile, all of you can look forward to my content, and if any of you had a brainier fucking heads you would have done something to support some kind of development of that. Because there's plenty of money to be made here, I could be doing this for fucking years and I could be getting paid. Quite a lot of money doing it if I had some sort of arrangement or support. But since you're also fucking stupid and don't want me to talk about anything, you're leaving money on the table and I'll just sit here whining and crying and not make any money at all until someone bothers to notice that that could be done at which point I will probably respond well to nurturing.
In the meantime, I don't give a fuck if you gargle your own shit or flush it with your car keys. You're all completely ridiculous and I have no reason not to hang you out to dry through the vehicle of the United States system of Justice. Why delay īT? I don't have anything else to look forward to.
There's nothing about you that has anything to do with me and so concerns for your scheduling are null and void. This is by no means an intention to communicate a threat. I don't know when I'll get around to making anything happen in this direction, it's 4:30 in the morning and I don't really want to call a lawyer right now, I don't really want to call a lawyer at all, I just want to give them the target coordinates of your grandmother's house and have them shit all over it from space. I don't really know how these things work, I'm kind of new around here.
I do know that I have nothing better to do when you're all asshole who deserve it. (The Jew nigger who stole my kilton Boots can break his own fucking job before I see him, or I can break it twice when I do. How fucking stupid. Are you fucking drug addict fucking cunts? Pretty fucking stupid obviously. This was your fucking game! Plan: not worry about it after I answer the phone and told somebody looking for me that I had killed myself, like how did you not get the early warning sign? Probably because you're a massive fucking denial you ape hanging shitbreg.) Not that it makes too much difference but I really still can't understand as I look back in memory what it was that people were thinking were going to happen, I guess I was just supposed to disappear and that was going to be it?
I like to circle my prey before going in for the pounce. Literally, some of you assholes are going to lose kidneys. I fucking guarantee it. My hand to God. Why the fuck would any of you deserve to have two kidneys? I have no idea, but it's not really that hard to kidnap somebody and ship them off for extraction, and obviously I won't get caught or investigated or blamed or worried over.
Or maybe I will and I'll just fucking eat the fucking kidneys raw for my fucking cellmate in lockup, the choices in yours. But you can agonize about it if you want. p.s .·. Sissy, you should learn to identify a vision quest test when you see one more effectively from now on.
p.s.·.dear Grapefruit, IDGAF what you think. I prayed to Jesus, that you come back alive, that the children know me as a hero, and the rest of the consequences are entirely your problem. I know this probably seems unfair to you, and I know that you probably thought that you had me wrapped around your finger or some metaphorical equivalent? Agree to disagree, you fucking whore, that's all you are, PS. Your sister is Christopher Stanley Fox come back from the future and put into a girl's body and even stupider than before, it must be the drugs because it can't be the Black Irish and he apparently thinks that I need to work and he gets to fuck and him yelling at me and getting your bitch whore of a sister to fucking harass me is a good idea, like holy shit. Do you have some bad taste in selecting help. I can see why somebody allowed ourselves to be stabbed in the chest so that she could bind all of you up into some kind of future thing that is going to involve the law. But mostly it's going to involve my dead friends laughing at you from beyond the grave as you suffer and twist at the end of a rope in the wind.
I literally have nothing better to do with the entire rest of my life than to make all this happen. Fuck your mother. (Hi sweetie, I can't believe these kids today, holy shit. Can you get Chuck to hit them in the face with the frying pan? That way we can commit him. Oh wait. I'm probably not allowed to talk to you because of some emergency. Well fuck it, I'm going anyway.) I don't need money in a hurry and I don't need this to do anything other than be something that annoys you and apparently you didn't need me to be satisfied or happy and just decided to pretend to be working with the legal instrument of trust that's supposed to be aware of my needs and to be concerned am I happiness and apparently all you did was just steal the fucking money and then laugh at me while leaving me to die.
Do you even know how the fucking law works? Or you just think that you yell at men until they go to a building and then money comes out on little stilts or carts? Let me explain how the law fucking works: properly. Ewe do not.
The obsession for you people about me needing to go to work and meaning to mow the lawn is all about all of you. Keeping up appearances and those fucking days are fucking dead as fucking door nails. You're going to be fucking goddamn famous fucking page of the fucking New York times you stupid salty clando whores. Once again: I literally have nothing better to do. Nice shooting, Tex.
As God as my witness, I truly believed that your cunt(s) were not removable objects that could fly. (I really don't give a fuck if you're willing to learn or not.) I hope that many are as soothed by this imagery as I am now while writing it.
Reminder: Happy Valentine's Day! (Her ghost appeared in this house and literally told me that she had been held prisoner here unlawfully until she died without transportation or access to food or water and whether I know this is true or not, I do know that the woman here was was attempting to convince me that that was the case, and all of you gleefully left me here, knowing what could happen, I really didn't know.
Let me fill you in on this: SOURCE: TY, ME: TITAN, And before you imagine that I am going to have skin in this game, recognize that it's not even up to me. It depends on what his daughter wants to do with Her shit bag worthless fuckhead father, she's not going to be happy to find out, and I don't have to tell her, or use my dick, but she's going to fucking find out and then you're going to fucking take all your fucking dicks you fucking fucking morons. You have no idea how things work in a tribal culture.
I do. I have a vague glimmering of understanding, combined with a willingness to not be a fucking total fucking douchebag which is apparently in short fucking supply. Take it away >Kid, you'll do fine.
I will not be suicidal. I will simply kill The Sun. (Simulated.) Reminder: Your mother is not a whore at all. She's nice. Your father doesn't let me associate with her, similarly to the way that I'm not allowed to associate with you, that's because your father is a huge pussy who knows that he does substantial criminal and civil liability and has no idea what to do with it mostly because he doesn't know the words “I'm sorry” from a hole in the ground
JA: Everything seems in order here. If you ever wish to complain about my entheogenic use profile and logged history, fucking don't, just fucking neck yourself, you dumb nosy bitch. And see if you can keep one of your own husbands alive before worrying about one of your daughters’. EVER. Also, you're a tedious teetotling twerp with little to no personality, so it's no wonder that your husband arranged to fucking kill himself and pretend it was a murder. I'm tempted to fucking follow him right now. Just fucking thinking about you, Holy Honored Matron-Snitch Weasel Whore, legitimately, make like a tree and get the fuck out of here, I'd rather pound cough syrup and smash my face into an anvil then listen to your fucking tedious self-justification bullshit, and if you hadn't really pissed me off I would have helped a lot more and then your daughter wouldn't have had to lie to me for the last several years and who the fuck knows who would be different but I don't know where the fuck any of you are other than not here and I don't know what the fuck in you thought you're going to do other than steal things and piss me off, because here's what's happened: WE JUST TRIGGERED THE LAUNCH OF ANOTHER INVESTIGATION YOU STUPID DRUG DEALING FAMILY OF FUCKING RACIST LITTLE BITCH LITTLE BIGOT CUNTS. NICE FUCKING JOB I DON'T GIVE A FUCK I DON'T HAVE ANY MONEY AND I HAVE ANY FRIENDS SO IT DOESN'T MEAN FUCKING JACK OR SHIT TO ME. AND SUPPOSEDLY NONE OF YOU COULD FUCKING CALL ME FOR FOUR FUCKING YEARS CUZ IT WAS TOO DANGEROUS, YOU'RE A BUNCH OF FUCKING LOSING FUCKING ASSHOLE POND SCUM.
YOU HAVE HAD YOUR CHANCE TO APOLOGIZE TO ME FOR TRAFFICKING ME TO A WHORE WHEN I WAS 15 AND 1/2 YOU STUPID BITCH OF COURSE YOU'RE ALL RELATED. AND IF YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO GIVE YOU MONEY FOR KAYLA OR FOR COFFEE OR FOR ANY FUCKING REASON WHATSOEVER YOU GOT OUR FUCKING MIND ALL OF YOU OWE ME A GREAT DEBT IN TERMS OF PUTTING UP YOUR BULLSHIT, BUT IN REAL TERMS I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS OTHER THAN TO SAY YOUR WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY SELLS WHORES AND FUCKING MAKES MONEY ON KEEPING PEOPLE IGNORANT AND I'M NOT SURPRISED PEOPLE GOT TIRED OF YOU AND YOUR FUCKING FAMILY'S BULLSHITTING AND STARTED PUNCHING IN THE FACE BECAUSE YOU ARE A BUNCH OF FUCKING LIARS YOU TREATED ME BADLY FOR NO FUCKING REASON SO TAKE YOUR GINGER FUCKING GENE FUCKING BLOOD STOCK AND FUCKING BREED IT BY SOME FUCKING MOSQUITO NESTS FOR ALL I GIVE A SHIT. (Sorry James. I am excited to have to tell your whoremongering family that we're fucking done, because I'd rather have that be at the end of something productive rather than at the beginning of something litigative. Truth, I don't think anyone will give a shit.
Except the lawyers that even now comb over over the receipts and the events of the last 10 years of the Michael Kuczi Special Needs Trust. You've created a monster; I know you'll think about it; I hope you drown in a brush fire next to a swamp after a flood. Talking to you, Oma.
You should have stole a bigger house. I am tapping out. Killing your brat wouldn't help, but I am nonetheless tempts to sit around all day and thinking about fapping to it. I'll get a job when I fucking feel like it, now go suck some random dick and tell everybody how awesome it was, btw that was sarcasm. I don't care what you do.
Falling forwards to a third number that somebody else monitors and you've never talked to me ever in your entire life on the phone and you're never likely to ever at all. Because that's how people are protected from people who are perceived to be like me: unimportant and boring. After all I have no six-pack. My argument is invalid.
You all know each other and you played me as if we were all strangers. Look for strangers like me now, I fucking dare you.
I don't think you'll be likely to. Similarly ever see each other again. WHORE BITCH MATRIARCH WHORE IT'S BEEN FUCKING FOUR FUCKING YEARS YOU CAN'T FUCKING COME BY FOR A VISIT? WELL YOU'RE ONE STUPID PREJUDICED BITCH, and yeah I'm sure you didn't miss out on anything..
Your intentional community is shit and you are fucking fired. Maybe you should think about getting a real job before telling other people what theirs should be. In other words, you should have minded your own fucking business. And you trafficked your daughter into Court (SHE TRAFFICS DRUGS FOR 25 FUCKING YEARS FOR YOUR INBRED HILLBILLY REDNECK CLAN, BUT SHE TAKES THREE CAR RIDES WITH A RUSSIAN AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN SHE'S FACING CHARGES THAT SHE CAN'T AND TALK TO HIM ABOUT AND HAS TO MEET ME AT A DONUT SHOP WHILE PISSING HER PANTS TO FUCKING TALK TO ME ABOUT? YOU ARE THE WORST FUCKING FBI AGENT EVER YOU DUMB FUCKING WHORE.) rather than having her whore of a lawyer fucking give me a call because none of this had to take this long, you just wanted it to because you thought you were getting an advantage, because you're a corrupt exploitative wildly ambitious idiot fucking lesbeaux whoremonger queeg.
Fuck off.
(Louis: The entire scenario of bullshit with Uncle Albert was code, it was done to see what would happen, whatever was a hope for or expected to happen didn't happen, I saw the opportunity I didn't give a shit. I decided to act like an idiot so that people would think that of me so that I could then come back later on and explain to all of you and exquisite detail. Just how fucking stupid you all are. After that I'm going to breed somebody from my bloodline in Bellingham and then you'll have a bunch of inbread Hungarian bastards run around, and then you can have them euthanized. I don't give a shit what you do, you fucking moron.
I shared pictures that you could post later on and imply that there was something bad about because I was baiting you, you're an idiot who is a prejudice moron who has no idea what the law is and all you did was take photos that are perfectly representative of my point of view and then scatter them around and then laugh at me like a fucking pedophile loon because that's what you fucking do, you're a pedophile who fucking thinks you're going to fucking bust people for drugs when I live in a country where drugs are fucking acceptable and legal, what the fuck do you think you're doing? You stupid bitch get back to fucking Argentina and go blow Eva Peron before I give a shit.
I don't give a shit what you think is so good about sobriety, you're boring and stupid, so I think you're wrong. Goodbye.
p.s.:. I'm going to start praying every night that his mother becomes a fucking lunatic witch while he's sleeping and knives him in the goddamn bed and then his sister can roll around in his carcass doing a blood orgy, that sounds good.
p.p.s.:. Find someone who isn't part of your technological fantasy script as soon as possible.
p.p.p.s.·. The lies you told about me and about your interest in drug use never added up and have resulted in a complete inability to relate to you on any level whatsoever, in short, you can't be trusted, and you're boring, and you're sober as well? But you don't host a meeting or talk about it ever, you just act like it's such a virtue, let me give you a hint Irene: I would gleefully fuck your mother before you, ever again.
Your lies instill boredom and ennui. Maybe you can do us all a favor and invent something asphyxiating. In the meantime, I'm tarbaby starting off And whatever algorithm is creating text out of my speech is done. I don't care. I'm past worrying about it and all of you have just begun to even be aware.
I'm also going to be buying Florida swamp plan on credit, expect hard hits to your rating as I exploit the system for my own benefit, which basically amounts to being a nuisance that you can't get rid of for years and years and years until you finally snap and do something interesting. I have not snapped.
I have shattered. None of you give a fuck. You aren't even real. Pretend you slammed, heroin and drift away.
I could have gotten what my lover was asking for with an ease that would have shocked her and impressed her when I explained to her why, but she didn't ask properly. She didn't want it for anything other than to put me in jail and she told me that it was for me, when I had never even know that I had a friend that do anything about that plus didn't occur to me that I could change her from one thing to another. And also I didn't know that she was supposedly untouchable and needed to be addressed and that I was supposed to be overlywhelmingly interested in doing something that in reality I'd never done before and that my friend wanted me to take the fall for her cuz she was going to use me to get something and then kill me and use my energy to bring her friend back to maximum potency and then they'd take off like Thelma and Louise for about a day and a half and then they die off a cliff and then that was enough for them because oh they were so in love and I was such a bastard so it was no problem. Just watch me die in a fucking ditch after taking me to the cleaners and stealing all my money.
That's not because I'm great, it's because these broads have never had an orgasm for anybody else and they don't want to admit it and I don't give a shit if they fucking shit or blast the brown fire hose, they have pissed me off and I don't give a fuck about making them happy. They make themselves happy.
I made myself me. We are not the same. Go suck other dick. *click* arrogant shit weasel dressy wearing fuck
