A provocative and informed discussion on the sentient potency of DMT. Is there anyone here with first hand experience or even second hand revelation in this realm?
GFY FBI.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=88HTwE1SGfc&lc=UgyIlwhKMOIMP0PEAaR4AaABAg&si=yZJJFU058MEzDpx2What bewilders me is how any of you find it hard to understand what I am, or was, doing. That's probably because it's really no one's business, and the other person involved didn't wish to think about their specious and inane behavior. “I never said that!” Christ, I still remember it, it was horrifying. Actual entity possession. (They put an oni into this broad’s coochie. AN ACTUAL PUSSOIR. TENTACLE AND ALL. Yep, that shit can happen.) Whether I made it up or not, I remember it, and let's say she did not ever say it, why so panicked at my recollection? I'm certainly not setting anyone up, and someone pulled a goddam knife on me asking about this woman's anus. AND SHE HAD A TENTACLE COOCHIE. (Standards.) Huh. So, sow sad. All she had to do was not lie to me.
Why all the lying? Well, with all the rapelords imprinting her with their methdicks, there's really only one common element.
No one really wanted me around. I can imagine why. And so, finally, I've got enough of the yarn to make a skein.
I'm not sure how no one saw this coming. And, this is my fault? I'm not sure what is going wrong. I suppose she was a decent dopemule and cocksucker and clients could do her in the ass and avoid the tentacle in the va-jay-jay? Wow. Holy Jesus shitballs. Word to the wise, wanna-be ballets and shotcallers: the Hells Angels Motorcycle Club is not to be trifled with either. At this time, I am not a member.
I love them, though. I won't explain why, but my admiration has nothing to do with their obvious (to me) involvement in the punishment of my friend, who's name i need not mention, and have no wish to infuriate any further than I already have.
Looks like she's pretty far gone into toteswhite nothot moltenfucken fury of ice and thundarr the barbarian Ookla The Mok envy. I don't really want to paint you all a picture here. It's not really something I'm all that happy about.
I'll put down my device when you pick up the Styx. You are an obnoxious hypocritical bigot. No authority, no style, no grace, and no credibility.
You're doing what some assholes are telling you to tell me. IDGAF. Sure, make it look good. You tried your best. What do you fucking care?
It's a swindle. You're owned by pimpthug dopemongering whoremasters. How this is your Hell is an unknown thing to me. Life is strNge.
It gets stranger when one betrays everyone by choice. I never thought that I was doing something wrong. I had to do something. I did what I thought you wanted.
Also: something I would have been forgiving of. I guess you were much, much more sensitive. I suppose you were born that way too.
To go from stealth running to wallpapering the internet with pseidonymical notes seems a strange jump to me. However, I can at least understand. She doesn't want to send herself to prison. I guess that she thinks it's still possible she might end up there. HA!
PRISON WOULD BE A PARADISE BY COMPARISON! (Standards.)
I didn't know why she decided to lie. Perhaps she'll die. Again No shame in it. She used to get raped to death on the daily, what's changed now? Oh, that's probably classified. Especially if no one knows why she was spontaneously rebirthing anyway. Was that even ever happening? I really don't know for sure.
Quantum entanglement reliability is one of those things that you either don't understand, or you don't talk about. I think that what would have been nice is if we had watched
Sophie's Choice. However, Mata Harē Five-oh-oh-eww-gross did not really possess the requisite cognitive capacity to process any complex narrative.
Also, she was not keen — is not keen, I should say, to stick around. Her spirit flies. She's possessed. Again, as I definitely handled the oni in the coochie. (Facts.) It was weird. I'm not gonna lie. I didn't really know what she wanted to get done, in terms of spiritual work done, because just as I started to make real progress, she was stolen.
Bellgab, I'm just going to call it right here: you've got a
condition. How exactly is it, that you got voting rights over my dick, I'll never know. I'll stab myself in the fucking eye with a fork before listening to this horseshit. I guess.. the first time worked out so well, you just had to traffick away the twofer? Or is it back to the necessity of making me single forever, “you'll never get laid in any town again!” Seriously. No wonder I was offered a battlefield commission upgrade. The shit I have to deal with on the routine is not to be believed.
Once again: AN ONI TENTACLE. IN THE PUSSOIR. I bet no one thought I could handle that, lol. Well, I am a paladin. I get by. I clean up well. You close down well. We are not the same, you unfathomably perverse turbo-faghot control drama freaks.
As soon as I appeared to become effective, they trafficked her away from me, they took my my cars away that took my phones away they interfere with everything possible and made it impossible to do anything other than wonder what the fuck was going on and wonder why nobody was telling me anything, and I thought to myself, “What a wonderful world.”
I think it best if I don't tell the whole story here, largely because it's worth a whole lot of money, and also it seems a little rude, but it has a fairly happy ending, at least for me. insofar as I can certainly answer any questions that any knife pullers have left, and I can imagine that there must be a lot of goddamn questions, because not only were there questions about time before that never got answered or even asked, there's the last 3 and 1/2 years of my oddly effective plan that I would more than happy to tell anybody whose business it was.
there's all shitload of people on Telegram who's acting like it's their business, oh they're fucking pissed. they're thinking that the fucking Sky's all I get is my fault and they're complaining and whining cuz something that I did they don't like, and they don't say what it is but they sure should think that they're involved in my life to the degree that they get to fucking say what I fucking do with my fucking penis after they fucking abuse my friend and don't fucking tell me for years. wasn't just because they're awesome doesn't mean they get the fucking do whatever they want, and just because she's a A remarkably unskilled vice cop, that doesn't mean she gets to be treated like dog shit.
I'm pretty sure What makes her get treated like dog shit is that she was trafficking children, since she trafficked me, and she was trafficked herself, and she was part of a groom gang that was trafficking people and making drugs and doing all kinds of stupid shit, and I wasn't supposed to figure any of that out but I certainly have and did at the time I just didn't believe I was seeing what I thought I was seeing. as many of you know I am pretty smart.
sure dudes who were planning on grooming children in high school with lots of drugs that give you multi-decade prison sentences, I can see why too, the shit they could do with those things is exactly what they did to me and everybody I kept an eye on and then I don't know what the fuck happened to them but they sure shit don't want to talk to me, and I don't even know if they're alive and it doesn't seem very awkward for anybody to have to just not talk to me.
I guess they have bunch of rumors flying that makes it easy for them to forget all about what they should say. All right well, moving on, that explains why that took so long. anybody add anything? aside from all the people who want to kill me. at least a big sense that they want to kill me.
I don't blame them. whatever you had going on before, I fucked it all up, and I'm glad, because I guess it wasn't very fucking cool. If it was fucking cool I guess somebody would have fucking told me but they didn't tell me they just fucking ran me around and fucking triangulated me and their fucking shadow figures and did all this bullshit and acted like they were in charge of anything and then what a surprise you didn't fucking in charge of anything you're a bunch of fucking assholes who broke the law, and then you tried to set me up and kill me fuck you put me in prison for what? You think it's my goddamn fault that I I ended up finding at Oni tentacle and that woman's coochie? I don't know she didn't fuck me so maybe I probably hadn't had anything to do with it, and I suppose there's could be a lot more to the story but nobody really confirmed that part and then we don't really need to talk about her vag anymore.
Maybe if Michael Deacon comes back he can do a couple hours on what it was like to install an Oni and act like he was in charge and then to commit alchemical murder and then run away to California with a couple of mine-slaved whores and then to act like that was a big deal, and then to discover it I could give a shit about his fucking psyche projections, I know how this shit works and besides she never wanted to have anything with do with me anyway. I don't think that has ever changed. Of course I could be wrong but it depends on who we're talking about and I'm not sure why it bothers anybody at all.
I guess there's some ancillary issues? is it complicated? Well you probably shouldn't have lied to me, and you probably shouldn't have kept me in the dark, and I don't know what the fuck you got going on now but I got no particular reason to worry about anything. If there's anybody who needs to know anything, maybe you can just man up and be not a dick, and tell me what the fuck you're talking about or you can run around and dispatch like a cord of angry lesbians that stalk me and fucking get answers out of me through magic, that won't work but you might as well since you did it before. I don't know if you could still can or not but this is that kind of place.
Now none of you needed to be fucking pissy with me, but now I'm fucking pissy with you because none of this shit needed to happen and I don't need to be talking about in public at all and I don't need to be talking about. But I'm going to fucking talk about whatever fucking feel like and I'll tell anybody I fucking want the fucking story cuz it's my goddamn story and if somebody wants to complain and bitch, I guess they can just fucking call me and fucking explain why the fuck they have a fucking opinion.
about a story I'm just waking up right? fuck you people. It's so fucking tedious, especially since now I know that the reason why you're always crying about being schizo, is because the plan was always to take whatever story I wrote and then to change the timestamps and claim that he was a fictional story on another server or another timeline and that whatever I said was going to be crazy that I was just making up and then you're going to have me diagnosis of schizophrenic and then I would just be crazy and then everything I said would be something that no one trust and that's exactly the way this entire playbook works, to discredit the witness and then to make them seem completely insensible and then to drive them insane and then to have them die suicidal or just shot under some pretense.
listen I need to explain this to you: Your fucking playbook doesn't fucking work on me. additionally I don't give a fuck what your fucking doing she was mine first then I don't care what the fuck you think now, what are you just going to fucking claim that you and the Hell's Angels fucking stole a goddamn woman and put magic on her to make her into your fucking dope slave? yeah I guess you did, and I'm sure she deserved it, but that doesn't mean that I don't get to fucking talk to her and I frankly think that you don't understand how this works. I have primacy. Also somebody pulled a fucking knife and asked me questions, after I fucking asked for quite some time what the fuck is going on and then a woman who went from archangel to fucking topo within the span of 3 years fucking screeched at me and pulled a knife and like fuck you I pretty much sure I have some goddamn seniority here when it comes to asking questions.
If you don't want me to know, too fucking bad I get to fucking know. And I don't know if this entire part of the story is over yet or if I ever see that woman again or if she's going to be pissed off and calling the police and fucking telling him to put a restraining order on me when she reads this, if she never reads it I don't even know she knows how to get to this site or if it even fucking matters.
point being I had questions and you fuckers ignored me and tried to throw me in fucking jail and stole everything I had and thought you were doing yourselves a favor and that I didn't deserve anything, well fuck you you don't even know the fucking first part of the fucking thing. And on top of this I have to deal with assholes screaming at me to stop doing whatever the fuck it is they think I don't need to do? That's largely because there's somebody pretending to be me who's running around with my name selling dope and he's not high because he gets to sell dope and I don't really want to sell dope but I don't really care about what the fuck I really want to do since it didn't really matters since whatever I ever wanted to do in life bunch of fucking asshole bullies fucked it up for me.
I really have a whole lot of experience with my plans working out, so how about this how about you just fuck off and die the whole fucking stinking lot of you. Oh and do you want to know some of that DMT? I don't think anybody's ever going to tell you anything again, you're a bunch of police officers and I don't think any police officer is going to fucking get to fucking fight out of anything anymore, don't think that you need to find out about anything you don't have a warrant for and if you don't have a warrant get the fuck out of here and go find some fucking criminals or fucking find my trucks or whatever the fuck you fucking do when you're not busy fucking bothering people.
You let all that shit happen right in front of your noses and you use her as a whore and you thought that was cool and then you thought it was a bad idea that I fucking went there, then you pulled us over because you thought I was going to do what? What? fucking you scared the shit out of me, obviously she had that happen too and then 3 years later I guess now you know not to fucking bother with me huh? I don't see anybody fucking driving up with one a fucking vehicle or give me on my money back or acting like they're sorry, and you would goddamn better be sorry every last fucking one of you.
I don't know what the fuck you were thinking but you sure shit didn't think it right.
And to whatever extent that the police wanted to know what was going on, well I'm happy to explain even further, although I don't think they need to know, but I might be relevant for other cases, and in fact it is, so basically all of you acting like assholes and not telling me anything led to a situation where I had to fucking explain all this shit to myself let alone to everybody else while people were stealing from me trying to kill me and committing all kinds of felony fraud right in front of me and all of the people who got in my face and acted like they were going to tell me what to do, well they're still okay but they haven't really been really effective at being undercover cops anymore although I guess maybe they are, I don't know do we still have police or just a bunch of assholes running around thugging and pimping and grinning? I don't fucking know what any of you had.
other than fun without me and oh yeah get rid of me and that's great, okay yeah you got rid of me, that's perfect perfect I'm sure there's going to be no problem for there. It's not like you messed up anything, it's not like anything's off base, and it's not like I still don't have lots of questions about other things. But I suppose I'll get those from other places. since that person didn't even have the same person anymore and I guess she doesn't trust me since I guess she thought that she was going to be in charge when she got evidence on me and then was accusing me of rape, apparently that doesn't get to happen. I didn't rape her at all.
ever. not even once. I guess that makes it pretty hard for her to destiny swap when someone else has been raping her quite a bit for years. And what do you know none of you know anything about it. And I'm just going to be muted and you're going to fucking put me in fucking prison and you're going to fucking run around acting like you goddamn no a fucking thing? No I don't think you are a fucker I think you're going to fucking talk to me if you want to know fucking something and you fucking want to fucking tell me what the fuck your fucking angle is apparently it's to sit around and do nothing until things go to shit?
fuck the lot of you fuck you all. Oh and you wanted somebody to talk about DMT no I don't think I'm going to talk about anything with most of you, and why would I talk about something that is extraordinarily illegal and dangerous and something that you don't really know anything about, every single one of you here fucking doesn't know your shit, and you've had the nerve to tell me that I need to stop doing things fuck you I need to stop fuck you you need to go blow yourself. fucking AWAY.
YOU PEOPLE ARE WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS.
Now I don't really care what happens next, but it'll be something effective, and I don't really give a shit about what the fuck you think you think you know about anything, because you fucking don't. This was evidenced by the dude coming to my house and thinking that it was helping me by laying out lawn mowers and acting like I needed a fucking mow my lawn. excuse me, mow the trustees lawn. He thought that would help me? And then he was fucking wrong about that.
What would have helped us the fucking truth. I guess he didn't think of that.
pretty sure he got killed. pretty sure a bunch of people got killed.
And I'm pretty sure I'll give a shit when pigs fucking fly.
looking forward to the psych eval cuz I don't want anybody to worry about me since I think I'm going to be here okay but I would like to say that you're all fucking stupid. actually goddamn stupid. I don't know what the fuck you thought was going to happen but you're not supposed to frame people you fucking dumbass fucking pigs
You're supposed to serve and protect the public. But I guess that's just your and your friends, and when somebody moves here I guess I'm not the public I guess I'm the sacrificial lamb, well you didn't fucking sacrifice me very well, you want to fucking say sorry or you want to get sued or what the fuck do you want to do? Oh you probably want to crawl back into bed and hide another under the covers.
yeah I fucking bet you do want to hide. fuck you. I will say this though I know now why you wanted to just kill me, I don't blame you fucking I would want to just kill me too. I would however find out what the fucking truth was beforehand, but I guess none of you needed to do that since I guess you knew the truth: you all fucked up huge. thanks for letting me know.
Oh wait you didn't. A bunch of assholes. Oh and I'm supposed to be single right? That's probably because you think I have a bio weapon that going to lead to somebody having a Oni tentacle, but that's not really the case, I don't have the bio weapon, and if I do, well I've taken two batteries of std panels and they haven't taken me down to the pound to put me to sleep, I don't think I have anything, switch isn't surprising because I didn't cheat on anybody and after I had sex with what's her nuts after she came back I didn't have sex with her after she got whatever the fuck she did with her actual doo doo said that she was her husband or whatever the fuck they did, I don't really want to know or care but it seems odd that everybody's sweating it but nobody's talking to me about it which tells me that it's all bullshit.
Now I don't know what the fuck any of you are dealing with except for the very real possibility that some of you go to prison just because I might make a stray comment on the internet, and that's what's going to happen then I guess you're going to go to fucking prison cuz you're not going to shut me up, and I don't give a fuck if you go to prison or if you try to shut me up I will fucking kill you either way, just kidding I won't kill you at all, you can just eat the fucking gun you fucking loser fucking fagots. So hopefully at the psychological evaluation will go well cuz I don't think that I need to curse and cuss about it, but I am fairly upset about what you've done and I think I can hold it together since I solved the case defended my friends at least I know what to fucking say for myself and I don't feel guilty or bad or confused about how I fucking sold my soul out to the devil instead I became a Spurcerœr.
You know just in case you mean any dipshit young women who abuse magic and get themselves into trouble, I can help her out with that, doesn't matter who doesn't matter what, if it's magic and they fuck themselves up I can help them because I don't need to have their fucking stupid power, but I can hold myself back from laughing at them just long enough to help them and then learn something and then run away I guess, it's happened before but never as recently as amusingly as it has of late.
once again cool and I had a knife pulled on me and that somebody asked about her anus. Now it how long did I need to fucking find out? for this it should have been like an overnight fucking thing and I should have heard about it on like early date but instead I heard a lot of people laughing at people and then people laughing at me and acting like I needed to tell them what to do and they would tell me something and then I don't know I guess I'm supposed to just die? And fucking nobody fucking follows up with this from fucking Central command, okay well that means I guess I'm top of things.
I don't really give a fuck I like those people, they're nice, at least they're nice now or at least they're pretending to be nice, cuz they don't really have much choice since they're monitoring all the time and they've finally figured out that gee I'm not the problem they thought it was and that maybe they shouldn't just get everything they think they want, and why would they come up from California, maybe they should go back, or are you having trouble with controlling your space cats at lunatic spring who you have been fucking lying to and screaming I have to stay away from me and telling her that she can't be trusting me because I don't even have a job, well whatever the fuck you fucking believe you fucking morons I'm sure you'll be fine now and then if you're not give me a call and if you can't well that won't be the first time.
And if you want the whole fucking story on black and white press in the fucking front page of the New York fucking times fucking keep it up motherfuckers, I have no reason not to, although I don't have any reason to, but the good news is that I'm effective and things are better off than they could be and I don't know what the fuck those people are doing but I can imagine they don't want to talk to you about me. I imagine they don't want to talk about it at all. I imagine that they're pretty horrified that they've fucked up as badly as I have because the only thing keeping them even closely remotely intact is that I'm really nice, and I'm understanding, and there really weren't anybody like that for me in my life. I had to learn to be compassionate on the street.
None of you know the first goddam thing about what has been going on. Good. Stay ignorant, ye daft.cunts. stop worrying about my healthcare choices, you don't give a shit about my health, you don't give a shit about anything at all, other than how much it bothers you to know that you were wrong and I was right and I can fly and you can Coast to a slow stop, and fuck yourself to death for all I care. most of you are assholes.
everyone I care about is gone. let me tell you what's going to happen next: It's going to cost you. I don't know what but I assure you I don't really want to embarrass anybody any further, and there are ways to do that and still still literally bankrupt all of you and take all your money and leave you in a barrel with suspenders holding it up up over your shoulders and then I walk off and do whatever the fuck I want, since you're all caught and it's pretty bad and I don't really know what's best, there's a lot more people involved than just me. And I remember the lesson of Rodney King.
It was staged, you fucking morons. Police departments need money. I guess it probably sounded like a good idea. like dude man selling his house, or mortgaging it, and then I bet he got some money and then I bet that's cover, because there's shitloads of money somewhere I don't know where. I'm sure someone does, and then she doesn't want to tell me because she thinks that I can't protect her from owning tentacles or do her like her dad does, and then there's no reason to imagine that I would love her the way her father does, obviously they're two peas in a pod.
why wouldn't I want to get between them? Well let me count the ways. number one Rico. number two Jesus they'd be like fucking feeding piranha. number three they never liked me, they thought I was an idiot that they were going to use, and since they've destroyed their lives trying to use people and it's caught up to them they probably don't want to be reminded that they were never good at that, number four it really was my fault that they had to stay as long as they did because they were supposed to be time travelers that left quickly, I guess they didn't see that one coming, and I don't really mind what the fuck they were doing because why they were driving was because they tried to steal baby batter, and then I don't know why they needt to steal it, except.. Oh yeah it's not just about the baby, it's about the money that the baby generates, it's slavery it's fucking human trafficking and it's slavery and well I guess they fucking their fucking lesson.
not really mad all that mad about it but I don't really enjoy being lied to you and whoever the fuck has stolen all this shit from my house is probably imagining that they're owed because they didn't get the money they were expecting from stealing a baby so they need to steal more stuff because they've think that I owe them a living cuz they're fucking thieving fucking crypto Jews. I came home from the steakout and the ounce of weed is gone and the computer is gone, I left him his bait but still that's like money fucking stolen, and I guess they don't fucking care because they think that me refusing to give them a baby is money fucking stolen from them too, criminals are fucking stupid and weird.
Now I guess I'll go to the police station now and get a psyche valid tell them all this, stuff but not really because I still have to think things through. I will just simply say this:
I'm not to be trifled with. What the fuck any of you thought you were doing is a total fucking mystery to me, but I guess if you're used to taking advantage of people and ripping them off I guess that you thought you were going to do that, how'd that work out? okay well I'm still collating data, and anybody who has anything that belongs to me you better bring it back or else you won't have to bring it back you'll just die on the spot by lightning, I don't know what'll happen but I don't really care, I have nothing else to do for the rest of my goddamn life besides track the shit down and make you fucking little bitches suffer. I don't like thieves. I don't like bullies..
And I definitely don't like people who hurt my friend. And you can visit them that I was the enemy? That was pretty fucking stupid. I don't know who did that but here's a hinge what I find out I'll fucking kill them. kill them fucking dead. I don't have to do that but it's an option. meanwhile those two brainiacs are really having the time of their lives and if they ever want to talk to me and they know what to do.
I doubt they will they'll probably end up disappearing and running off with a bunch of money and then getting shit by lightning, I don't really know what the fuck anybody was thinking or is doing or did cuz none of you fucking told me the truth you all lied to me about everything and now I have no fucking notion nor do I fucking care what happened, I don't think that means you're all guilty of what you're sampling but I think it definitely means that you're all fucking stupid as fucking shit.
hey chris. hey little Chris. hey Curtis. I have news for you: You're not really as clever as you think you are, and I don't give a fuck what you are all doing. I don't really want to know you part of it and now I know why. You should all be terribly embarrassed and ashamed of yourselves.
Because whatever the fuck you did you didn't even fucking finish it and it's gotten worse and I don't care what you're fucking embarrassed about the fact that you're stupid enough to fucking think that I need to be told tells me that you're a bunch of fucking losers, I don't care even what's you did that's illegal, you're just a bunch of assholes, I don't care if you owe me money, if you fucking will eventually, and I'm not even going to fucking decide that somebody else will so tell me that you don't owe me money well I guess you could fucking figure that out huh wow you didn't know that you needed to fucking tell me anything too you sure know what you don't need to do
And then you know what I don't get to say and then you get to decide shit for me you know that I need to fucking clean up my fucking house, fuck you you stupid fucking cunning fucking cunt whore bitch, you should probably wake up the fucking smell the fucking coffee, you have a lot of fucking problems and I don't know what they are.
I know I don't give a shit about a single fucking one of them, and you want to hear about DMT? fuck you you couldn't handle fucking the DMV. That reminds me I need my right to travel back and if you want me to go to court explain how I lost it, oh I'll be happy to tell them a story about waking up from a dream about George noory trafficking women, I don't really need to explain that one but... Oh wait is that actionable? okay I retract the statement.
I woke up from a dream about George and Norway taking me to the Grammy's, and even though I didn't suck his dick, oh wait that's not the story, let me think... four score and 7 years ago our fathers brought forth from this nation a new nation, indivisible, under God with liberty and justice for everybody except my friend who really is getting screwed badly and hoardly. The worst part is that I don't even care.
she just said she wanted that, so okay whatever. It's not really the same person and she's not really enjoying herself and I don't really think it'll matter, and now she hates me more than ever, but that part's kind of nice because I can see why she does, I'm not really helping her at all.
And once again I probably shouldn't have saved her she probably should be dead and then she wouldn't be stuck where she's at but she's alive and then I don't know what she's doing or care so I kind of saved her in that abandoned her, which is something that I guess people did to me and then I don't really like to repeat that kind of thing but oh I'll answer the phone if it rings and then if I call her and she picks up that's different but since you all assholes are actually getting involved in traffic this woman and you're taking her life and putting into your hands and deciding things and fucking stealing money and shit and fucking not telling me things and then fucking swindling me to go to the fucking house he had and then fucking acting like I need to shut up and then you're in charge things how about all of you just go fuck off and get a fucking lawyer cuz you're all fucking guilty as fuck.
And the fucking feds fucking know it, Jo settle down and pack yourself in buttercup I'll probably get a masturbate and get high and then go to sleep and then I'll get another ounce of weed and I won't give a fucking shit, also you're going to get fucking sued, I don't fucking know when or by who but you're all a bunch of fucking stupid moron dick bag fucking unlawful cock knocking asshole trafficking fucking bitch drug addict whores and their mongers too.
Oh I'm sorry did I destroy your concentration? Good. Die in a fire, fucker.
