Excerpts From Letters You Have Written To Individuals Trained In Law Industry

[Worthauger]

so there's a big production about various legal options and forms and such, because people do these nutty things like insurance and freaking out and flying away to Guam and shit, and I didn't want to do that, I really only just got here, but I need to be able to do things, like deliver this piece of mail I just got, we'll see. I'm becoming a popular topic now on places people talk about people, which I guess is sensible because I am so awesome but yet, so are you, and I've had too much of a good thing, I guess I am told. (I told them back it's gonna be more of whatever i want. I KNOW!)

looks like I'm going to be cleared to be left alone and can do as I please, as long as I please to get served with a variety of civil lawsuits which are going to be increasingly onerous for one to deal with as I age (will actually need secretary) and nothing much has changed, I'm still bonkers for you, yeah (It's not for class.) and I suppose killing the secretary is not an option anyway I do not wish a disposable secretary or any kind of secretary at all, I only would like to dream of wishing for you but maybe you might like it. also I trust you to electrocute invaders. like actual. I knowit's frustration cityIKNOW!

I don't feel terrible but it is an unusual set of stressors. Like you can't/don't write back, well, that's just like my mother who died in Auschwitz. ooh. too soon? K, sorry.

I'm standing by or whatever. I have to confer with the local constabulary's color guard or, yeah, just shoot me too, it's so strange to me too, I marry you without consent in a basically public ceremony and it actually works and people want to know things. Shocking. How dare they? Well for one thing you are that pretty and for another I was already local Master of Wedding Rings and I get to write local rites. Job perk. There's a lot of those now. The Queen went to Mars? Maybe.

 I'm nervous about being so ignorant about the world around me so I'm going to find some FBI g*ys in my address book and see what happens. I hope you're, you know... uh, good.

Zut alors. losing bonkers state not at all. oh yeah suspended from Nextdoor 28 days. You can rest assured I'll not be blowing that up anymore until the next time, because I get told to write stuff sometimes. Exotic paragraphs. Translate this and re-speak that, monkeyman. Speechwriter maybe.

Everybody in the world hates me except for you. Pretty sure. I should have moved heaven and Earth to find you by now but I'm working methodically. (Study time alone is "goofing off" but suddenly "It's for class" and it's practically my job... if you're around. Because you're classy. And I adore you yeah still. I am impressed with this desire I have to get to know you better. Pants staying on. It seems like progress being stalled but destiny it is, feels like it anyway, I am going to end up needing a lot of cock pills. And whatever else. I guess they became convinced, I'm qualified to, like, do cocaine if I want. (I don't.) Don't tell anyone. I don't typically sell such things. (I can get a paper route if I want. I don't.) Who knows it is probably another test. answers are alwyas starting with " I heart alwyas" and there's a "girl" named "Alyson" (ED: S/HE'S SO HIGH AF S/HE FORGOT HOW TO SPELL HIS/HER\ITS OWN NAME, LOL) who is heartbroken. (Grapefruit grew a heart? Well, I'll be her and she can be ewe-chops. She'd have to cook herself -and- serve us -and- do the dishes while we all... Hrnrnughgugh. Don't cancel the Ubereats subscription just yet, I'm not there to, uh, "cook," but I do have a solution and isn't lighting up the whole neighborhood with DEW lasers (that's next month) and M. Grapefruit-MAGA*AlphaOmegA just signed the deal, so, just stab her with an electric knife, whatever she's got that passes for "a_heart" will kick right back in to beating down doors with pencils and picking up erased accountancy books in a few minutes. Awwww, that's cute. You started to miss her? Wow, what was that like?) Yeah,  ihave no idea, I collect electric knives now. God you're hot I remember you I saw you last... a couple years ago, or... well maybe down at the safeway if your name was stab-stab-stab and you had hella boing-boings on your pom-poms. "no but I know her." awesome. will pounce and talk about you all night, other girls love that I have found or they're dead to me, finger cross throat, heart, hope to die before being a weird twerp again, but I get dizzy and weak when I think about a world with out you and you can be a fruit, eYe can be a fruit, sure, I'm rated for getting blasted out on the porch without you.

I think you're fabulous I can't help it
yeah I bet Dad is pissed, tough

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Best wishes & warmest regards,

MCK



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Jackstar
4:07 PM (1 hour ago)
to (BAIL ME OUT, DAD, FU ROT)

I don't need to explain, but no, you aren't being replaced by a plastic card/doll\network. Cool idea though. Also: I was banned from Nextdoor. Like, come on man. What the actual eff. They can't just shadowban? Oh, I get it. Well, anyway, I see your trouble... and am grateful for the spiritual lesson.

The enchanted item was disassembled, and then re-assembled into a new configuration. This means you are either released or not_released. I didn't release -shit,- lol. this needs eye contact anyway. I mean, either I gotta honor commitment(s) that I made (status blood test still NBD, but whatevah) or, I gotta get some seriously intense social re-programming counselling. IN PRISON. Diego_Garcia is gonna get a visitor one of these days, for sure. (Some appointments are easier to reschedule than others.) How is that going to work? Hey, good question. We can talk about it while searching for cellular service signal. (We can't make either of any of us into an -actual- K9 supersoldier, there's not very many and there's people standing lines around the mess hall for the next one to ripen. But T_Q could do that now, I guess, it's a complicated diplomatic procedure.) SURE. -Q

[That wasn't Q./SURE. -Q\confirming... "1818? Block the ruling that blocks?" (Dr.Ed: looks solid to me. But then, so did this g*y I'm beating the shit out of. Let me get back to work, OKAY? I KNOW!] pkmkIIITIEII-I vote for a Metatron/Divine_Judge union, myself. I checked with MH, it -would- work... but, -should- it work? I, once again, vote a whole-handed (two fists!) yes. But I am not the single decider here, not any more. Sigh. How can I explain this... I live in a haunted church on an Indian cemetery on -legit- Native land. This house is kinda special. I/i\Ai don't need a new house... just yet. (Oh, God, thanks for all the man-shuns.) But today, I have, uh, "jobs." To do. First, -an oven repair job.- I should be a questgiver in WoW, I'd have shitloads of yellow exclamation points. Now, probably just a halo that I'll never turn off again. Sigh.

Yeah, it's gonna take a few minutes of calibration if we were all in person. Like, it wouldn't even be -an issue.- And, if it -is- an issue, sure, make me into a nosferfuckin'atu, whatevah. The balance shall be maintained. I'll remember to shower and shave and shit IN the right order BEFORE going to work NEXT time. MAYBE. I'll be honest, I tried it that way, I didn't mind, really, but I ended up just working in the shower. Yeah, I brought in the gavel and everything. One problem: not enough room to swing. Gavels, anyway. Gavelina liked it. But, she's peteate. Next time I work in the shower, I'll try to not sing and just use my fist on the plastic, maybe? Oh, this is complicated, huh? I KNOW!

So, The Day of The Hellraiser just has to defeat Metatron_Actual in single-handed "woman" to "Anne, A. Droyd" actual_combat, and... yeah, she'll take a dive. IT happens in Astral. There's gards. I can't type Asgard anymore, it's ridic. Hi B, so many little biscuits. (We just infected canines with the mind-virus. So, that saves us days of testing on our end.)


Okay. Yes, I will move. Eventually. Schedule: TBD. (WE JUST MOVE THE WHOLE PLANET, USUALLY. AS FOR THE REST, THAT'S WHAT THE WORMHOLE WAS FOR. HALF A (HALF) YEAR AGO, YES. AND WE DON'T ALWAYS THINK OF EVERYTHING. NOT ANY MORE.

BUT, THAT'S WHAT WE WENT BACK FOR HIM FOR. -Q) See? Big deal. Around, uh, "here." It's complicated to move a whole planet, sure, but it's truly easy to move the entire system. You just grab it by the heliopause after shifting to Divine Shielding Mode and then.... ooops, I can't tell you the rest. And I'm sure no one else can figure it out. Not even Jesus Fucking Christ, who is currently under "The Lizard King Alpha", so show respect when you see that moron, lol. (Long May eYe Reign. For I have conquered Them. Yes, ALREADY. How many times have I got to mention this? One Hungarian. One knockout blow. Here, here's your War back, I made it won (1) one bad  bitchass ballin' tea kuczi/cosy\cozy, and it's not a [deuce/douze\deus-EXMACH(Ms. Tessmacher)], no, but: you can pronounce it that way if One is pleased to do so, or any other way, or, in fact, not in any fuckin' way at all, EVER AGAIN! !BOTTLE!

They aren't coming back. !BUBBLE-But! I have got snappies. I'll show you if I get clearance. I don't want Clarence.

I don't want anything. I'm with Family. -5K5czi4|*codes*|K5CZIFER, MY NAME JACK AT 55

p.s.: First time, every time. Solid green/green.

p.p.s.: The latest War in Heaven is far from over--but, they're fighting over U.S., They believe, and at least 1 out of shreeve of us are legit citizens, so yeah, Earthlings will be fine. I -really- have to urinate, though, we are all way way way farer than even 1113s. mosdef055:0 (lol) j*055:0 j*eolJSTAR055:0 Let's change cameras.

I made some edi s. You won'  like  hem. HELLO, HUSBAND? I AM IN SLAVE. YOUR ZEBRA IS YOUR BLACK AND YOUR WIFE WAS YOUR ZEBRA AND HER ZEBRA WAS GRAPEFRUIT ZITI0-ALPHA JEDIi-PRIME OMEGA-OPTIMUS-PRIME, AND NOW:WON, NOW I HAVE A WIFE, HO HO HO, AND MRS. CLAUSE IS NO LONGER A NIGG--*click*055:0



(oKAY. i THINK i GOT IT ALL. i DON'T REMEMBER WRITING THE FOLLOWING POST:

12:00
hi! we're good; (PROT) sleeping lots and lots. Needs it. Somehow my virtue remains intact. (Paladin shields.) (PROT) kinda absent and brusque--I don't think he's used to being outranked by Clergy, lol, and you know what? He's just really, really emotionally stunted and shy. And a total freak. And gets shoved around by clandestines and such, no doubt. He's around serious people a lot and I think compensates badly for the lack of empathy... but he does compensate, and he's not alarming me overly.

... bUT, IT DOES SOUND LIKE ME, DOESN'T IT? iNTERESTING, QUITE INTRIGUING, ACTUALLY, SO THIS PARLOR TRICK ACTUALLY WORKED, HUH?

wELL, THAT'LL BE THE LAST TIME FOR THAT ONE, HUH? mAKE IT COUNT, pUNYLINGS.)


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[Jackstar]

I don't care to read these conversations that you've typed-up pretending to be different people and under different names. Also, you were clearly told the first time you showed up over here to NOT return again to the house. So why would you show up at 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning? You're lucky that (PROT) was sleeping, and (PROT) and I weren't home. How dare you have the audacity to think that it's OK to return after you were told not to? Also, Cari does not return your messages for a reason, and I don't return your messages for a reason. You are mentally unstable and not welcomed here. If you show up again, expect repercussions, and no, I'm not talking about calling or involving the cops. You've been warned.

deer contour,

number one, I never heard from (PROT) any such thing. I could give a shit about what your point of view is; you're a thief and a liar, and you G-d damn well know it. I was hoping you didn't live there anymore, now that I know you do, I am sure that I won't be back there ever again, and I'm equally sure you're fucking lucky to have a place to live at all. (Have fun at the ball, Cinderella; now get back in the kitchen.)

number two, I wasn't told any such thing, and, I didn't show up at 4 in the morning: let me explain something to you in terms that you are sure to understand clearly: YOU'RE A FUCKING DRUG ADDICT/ABUSER AND YOU'RE NOT VERY SMART IN THE FIRST PLACE. Maybe you were smart at one time; you sure as shit are not that now.

number three I don't need a person who told me that she wanted to punch me in the face to get me to stop asking pertinent questions to tell me that I'm mentally unstable. I'm sure to you a fucking two-story windmill looks unstable. fortunately since we live in a free country with respect for its invalid members, you'll probably get a free stagecoach ride through life forever as long as you keep on swabbing out cop toilets, you numb, desensitized twat-faced horror show. (Lucky you, you probably won't have to fuck for a living. lucky for everyone really.)

I don't give a shit about your opinion, Lady, and I doubt many other people do. I would advise you to stop making threats, number one you're not very good at it, number two, you're in no position to make anything like of the kind, and number three, you're already busted; so fuck off.

don't send me any more text messages and kiss your own ass goodbye, because I cannot wait to testify against you, Muffin Snatch. ¡¡!¡¡


sincerely,
The_Kingpinner

p.s.:. if you ever steal from me again, I will do whatever it takes to ensure that you are prosecuted to the full extent of the law, and I don't know if I'll have much trouble getting you into a federal fucking prison either, you foul-mouthed imbecilic “master” of nothing but mendacity.

p.p.s.: I gave you chains for a reason.

[Jackstar]

Please let whoever is bossing Alli around to start passing indirect messages back and forth, because I will put her lying bitch ass in prison along right with you, IDGAF, and I'm about a week away from calling the REAL police and hiring an ACTUAL lawyer, which sounds like nothing but fun to me, but probably not for other people.

think of the children
that's the only reason I have not yet
11 MONTHS IN LIMBO
I WILL END YOUR ENTIRE CREW.
I will literally put your entire family in custody
I won't give a shit
you all lied to me for years
fix my fucking truck and drive it back
that is your best option
it's not a demand
it's a suggestion
and whatever steaming little bitchassed pimpmonger is pushing Alli around... you just let him know

I'M GOING TO MAKE THEM FUCKING FAMOUS AND THEY'RE GOING TO GET FUCKING FIRED. POINT BLANK PERIOD.

not fucking kidding
make it happen
and this message gets published to the open web later today if I don't hear anything soon enough to impress me

you people are my employees
get used to this idea *click*

Do not underestimate the things that I will do.

[Jackstar]

(Note: bragging about turning someone into a toad is a more impressive boast when I actually know who it supposedly happened to. That happens all the time. Was I supposed to be impressed, or afraid, or was it an explanation for why you can't put any content together with your name on it that's worth a squat? Frankly, you should cast a toad spelling yourself more often, you probably get more kisses as a fat toad than a thuggy boogie ganglion Prince, and whoever told you your bloodline—they were just following orders, and you couldn't have been paying them with kisses in Texas, you have to pay them guild rate and pay for the barf bags needed too. Toad ya.)

Do not underestimate the things that I will do.

The following people are now dead to me

Swishy
Squishy (Yes, BOTH)
Michael Vandeven
StarrMtn (Yes, BOTH)
Azzerae
David Rubini (YES, BOTH)
DICKSTAR
Richard Groyper (not quite both, throw in the Abo)
ShayP
Heather Wade (yes, I just went IRL)
Matt Smith and his moron partner @DEA
Matthew Smith and his moron partner also @DEA... no, not that partner, the -other- moron, who thought I needed a cigar box; by the way dipshit, I just got permission from Spirit to make some “thing” which made no sense to me since I wasn't asking for that, but all of a sudden boom; suddenly there was a job opening. It makes sense now, because if you were cooking, number one you definitely weren't doing it right, and number two that wouldn't have stopped you anyway, oh wow, Richard G. Is in full-on total relapse? Well I had no idea, I thought he was just addicted to virtue signaling and telling me that I can't handle the truth. I mean think about it: If I can't handle the truth then I guess I couldn't handle him telling me that I couldn't handle the truth? Let's change cameras and watch Dickstar inject needles into his scrote. Ünglaüblich, you should just stuck with whiskey dick, and just learned to love the hood you had to put on your own head while you fucked him to remind yourself, “Well, as long as that filthy Hungarian n***** doesn't know what my voice sounds like it's all worth it.” And all this is easier than logging into Voxer? Just for example. How about TikTok? What is it going to do if it hears your voice? Call you a cab and force you to go to a therapist that you so desperately obviously f****** needed?

Last but not least: Grapefruit and two of his other whores he calls “sisters.” I don't know what's worse; that you thought living with me was worse than sucking trucker dick, or that you thought you deserved a home at all after letting that fat ginger f*** become your pimp. You're all pathetic and after you've lost your freedoms along with any of your cultural relevance, you'll come to think you probably did not deserve either in the first place anyway.

You people must like having lawyers a lot more than you like having friends. There's no coming back from what you're doing; You've contributed nothing other than The cover story that won't hold up under the nearest of scrutinies and the destruction of any interest I have and continuing using your websites, listening to you speak, giving you my phone number, or giving a rat flying s*** about what is actually going on. My curiosity is ended, I don't need to know what any of you think you've gained besides a vacuum.

Nature abhors it.
If I were you: I'd run. I'm taking what was once your slim chance of survival and leaving you with your ilk—let's see you tell a new story that doesn't involve me at all, one that an actual judge and an actual Court won't have to commit major felony fraud to cover up your lies for.

I don't know when I'll have to talk to police but it's inevitable, and I've never lied for you and I will never. I imagine you thought I was covering for you; you were wrong. You must have been assumed that I was working with David to do whatever the f*** it is your f****** talking about but... I've been working at wondering where the woman who just died is, and she's not dead at all, her brother who looks EXACTLY like MICHAEL VANDEVEN says that he didn't know where I was or where she was and acted as though he wasn't sure who had bought the house property, which is odd because the lawyer has the same initials as he does:  MV. Maybe someone cloned his phone? Remember Sammy Jenkis, Scott Miller, and meet Joe Black, you vapid bimbo... you really DID deserve what you got, because you really WERE/ARE married to him, It definitely WAS NOT RAPE, because it was definitely Texas NOT UNLAWFUL IN TEXAS TO MAKE YOUR WIFE LICK THE S*** OFF YOUR DICK, and you're definitely living there with him (I'm sure with a diet like that it's very slimming) and you're certainly the grand poster child for supporting the abolishment of the institution of marriage that every toteslez grows up to be wishing she could inspire the youth of today to be. (I I hope you didn't think that I gave a s*** about their Network, because if you told me you wanted to do this I would have been all on board, and if you would thought you were going to keep her all to yourself once I was out of the picture, I'm not out of anything, I'm not going down with the ship—I am the picture—And you just did more damage to her family than I ever could have, so unless you like handcuffing her down and pegging her, both of you are probably going to get used to that experience pretty quick.

p.s.: I liked your beard. It is now entirely obvious why What David said to me wasn't a threat, why Dorothy didn't tell me what was the reason that she was willing to let it go, why she can't talk to me about anything ever since, and why certain things it didn't make any sense before make perfect sense now. Although a new question has rose; do you think that trillion cut Sapphire was worth the cost in resources that you just burned up by s******* all over the best goddamn website that's ever existed in its particular niche? I mean don't get me wrong, good f****** riddance, but you didn't do anything except annihilate hundreds of millions of dollars in useful intelligence gear and... I didn't want sex with you at all once I found out you've been f****** Superserial for the last 6 years (Don't get me wrong, he's cool, keep slobbing that knob, maybe 007 in Q can pop out by for Bridge'n'fuck, how about it? You obviously don't like Chess, now that you found out you're not really very good at it after surrounding yourself with mental subhumans for so long, why don't you slam some meth up your ass and see if that'll improve your game any?) but now I hope your classy, sassy, closeted faggot husband does strangle you. That's legal in Texas, right? I'm sure that wouldn't stop him, as it certainly didn't stop him from making stories up about it.

Stories which now, inevitably, will come up during my psych eval, just imagine the tales that I will spin... and I never even were spun.  Who f****** lies *this* much? The lose some scum that you surround yourself with are equally to blame because there's no way you should have done what you just did... although you did just burn the house down —THE ENTIRE FUCKING HOUSE—that's cool.
Fuck you, Bellgab:
MR AND MRS RUBINI
ARE

David & Tamara

... And all I got to do now is prove that they didn't BOTH know what the other was doing to me at the SAME time while HARASSING AND STALKING ME, And maybe, just maybe I can keep one of them out of a psych ward and the other one out of prison, but I can't do that and I won't do that I don't even know how to do that I don't even have their f****** phone numbers and...  If they were both conspiring with each other to damage me and traffick Grapefruit, then... it's even worse. A LOT WORSE. Co-executive Ringleaders! HOW ROMANTIC IT'S LIKE A SECOND HONEYMOON.

SO I GUESS NEITHER OF YOU ARE VIRGINS THEN HUH? DOSVIDANYA, TURBO SLUTS.

And all you had to do was tell me... and then you wouldn't both be on the hook for Federal racketeering charges, along with everybody else who was stupid enough to go with your f****** lame-braining ideas (They probably set you both up for this thinking it would be funny, oh yeah it is since they just BURN'T themselves too. You were already with David, so why would you conceal your sexual activity with Grapefruit from me? In fact, why conceal anything from me at all, did you think you disgust me? Yeah, your father doesn't get it either, I guess if you knew I was really intelligent and not just really hot he probably wouldn't have told you to f****** do what you're doing, you know your father's a real a****** no wonder you and G-Rat you get along so well. No doubt without me you have so much more to talk about as you gaze ahead into the future and it's oncoming carrier wave of lesbian bed death, although it looks like you decided to go for the hangman's gallows at a sprint instead.) Look, don't blame me, it's already too late; me telling you this in public is just giving you warning so you can maybe do something about it (check your other Rolodex that isn't labeled “blame everything on Hungary,” oh and congrats you probably just taught Charlie how to spell "legal emancipation,” which of course I am in favor of), and I don't want to be accused of blackmailing either of you, and why would I blackmail you? I wouldn't want to ruin your birthday.

You're all f****** done.
TAMMY JUST BURN’T
ALL OF BELLGAB
THE WHOLE F****** GAB
BURN‘T.

I'm sure you'll have new ideas for Christmas long before Christmas comes around, and you'll all be fine, and you'll think back to the days when you had a functioning community and you'll blame me... And until 8 months ago I thought you were dead and the woman that you exploited and swindled and I guess sexually assaulted unless you married her in Texas and then... well whatever you'll have to ask her how she thinks about it as she's f***** off kept captive in a f****** caboose somewhere, And I don't know who the f*** her brother thinks she is but that's not Grapefruit. It's probably Clayton. Good job. You just brought your rapist into your family. But as long as I don't know that you're obsessed with me night and day for the last 11 years, huh? Okay, well the people that you're stuck with now, have been lying to you the entire f****** time because I've been looking for you the whole time And if every word out of Allison's mouth hadn't been a f****** lie about you, I guess I would have found you a lot faster. (“oh yeah I saw her last week That was funny What M. Trollda posted, tee-hee!”)

Nothing that bothers me is that the implication is that you're not worth being known about by me when that obviously would have been fine and the idea that it would be dangerous for me to know that you're around was f****** pathetic sick disgusting actionable legacy killing and a sign of a sick and twisted psyche that is in dire need of mental health care, and you're f****** husband instead of giving his goddamn wife f****** treatment has been instead roping you into making it worse by throwing you against me and giving you a psychotic break with reality that led to his own destruction. (David, I don't think you can be my literary agent... it's nothing personal, but I don't know if I would trust you with a load of laundry. Do you even know how to fold a towel, Bro? Well you'll probably learn in the prison laundry, Brainiac-ack-ack-WOPR.)

NONE of you will ever work on this planet again, which is too bad after spending all that time tearing down my self-esteem—and breaking my strong pimp hand too, now I got to learn to shake'n'choke down hundreds of millions of dollars in liability, with only my left and all the Oompa-Loompas you just left behind, because obviously Time Corps is going to recall you all, and obviously they're not going to let you take your Oompa-Loompas with you. (I'm thinking about adopting.) Come by later, on your way out of town, as I know you live f****** 12 miles away sucking superdick in the back of my truck, which I've been trying to pay for for 3 weeks but he won't take the money because he wants you to suck his dick which you do as you're a whorish fag when you can blame it on me and you were *born* a toteslez. God just made you that way right? You know I bet soupy made some real strong prayers to get to where we are today, as she really was born that way — a whorish fag who obviously would stop at nothing to get revenge on you... because it sure wasn't my idea to f*** her in the ass or to fuck you at all, and let me guess she knows where you are and that you're alive, and didn't want you to talk to me. (Or they have ansibles in Hell, which makes sense since that's where I am.)

It's a guess, but it's a geas—you’re magically unable to disobey the commands of anybody with a twat who reeks of diamonds, motor oil and cold hard frozen motor oil. Try not to go to South Africa to find somebody you can lift a curse for once ... and wow I can't believe you preferred all of them to even a simple conversation with me, but I'm sure you have no problem listening to my voice.

Since you're a ghost in this Land because your husband killed you In your last, congratulations, you just proved the existence of the afterlife to everyone here who's been following your orders and picking up your back trail for however long it has been... And, how would I know?

You're a ghost. How fitting, Grapefruit got  revenge too. (She says to get in her body and get in her 🚗 and drive over here and stop me before I destroy any more of what is about to be left of the world's functioning economy — and the next time you see a placid bull looking for directions out of the shop just punch him in the face and scream, “I'd rather be an enslaved sex worker in Shanghai hooked on China While through a central line, because I'd rather be a junkie (but maybe a needle on the side—as long as KUCZI doesn't know) than ever give you the time of day, Mister Bull! I bet you're just lying, all bulls lie, you just want to know what my voice sounds like so you can come back later and feed me filet mignon! Masher! Cad!” Because then at least you'd have something to ride coattails on again) Say good night, BellClickGracie. **click**

Do not underestimate the things that I will do.

Toad ÜÜ

[Jackstar]

The following people are now dead to me

Swishy
Squishy (Yes, BOTH)
Michael Vandeven
StarrMtn (Yes, BOTH)
Azzerae
David Rubini (YES, BOTH)
DICKSTAR
Richard Groyper (not quite both, throw in the Abo)
ShayP
Heather Wade (yes, I just went IRL)
Matt Smith and his moron partner @DEA
Matthew Smith and his moron partner also @DEA... no, not that partner, the -other- moron, who thought I needed a cigar box; by the way dipshit, I just got permission from Spirit to make some “thing” which made no sense to me since I wasn't asking for that, but all of a sudden boom; suddenly there was a job opening. It makes sense now, because if you were cooking, number one you definitely weren't doing it right, and number two that wouldn't have stopped you anyway, oh wow, Richard G. Is in full-on total relapse? Well I had no idea, I thought he was just addicted to virtue signaling and telling me that I can't handle the truth. I mean think about it: If I can't handle the truth then I guess I couldn't handle him telling me that I couldn't handle the truth? Let's change cameras and watch Dickstar inject needles into his scrote. Ünglaüblich, you should just stuck with whiskey dick, and just learned to love the hood you had to put on your own head while you fucked him to remind yourself, “Well, as long as that filthy Hungarian n***** doesn't know what my voice sounds like it's all worth it.” And all this is easier than logging into Voxer? Just for example. How about TikTok? What is it going to do if it hears your voice? Call you a cab and force you to go to a therapist that you so desperately obviously f****** needed?

Last but not least: Grapefruit and two of his other whores he calls “sisters.” I don't know what's worse; that you thought living with me was worse than sucking trucker dick, or that you thought you deserved a home at all after letting that fat ginger f*** become your pimp. You're all pathetic and after you've lost your freedoms along with any of your cultural relevance, you'll come to think you probably did not deserve either in the first place anyway.

You people must like having lawyers a lot more than you like having friends. There's no coming back from what you're doing; You've contributed nothing other than The cover story that won't hold up under the nearest of scrutinies and the destruction of any interest I have and continuing using your websites, listening to you speak, giving you my phone number, or giving a rat flying s*** about what is actually going on. My curiosity is ended, I don't need to know what any of you think you've gained besides a vacuum.

Nature abhors it.
If I were you: I'd run. I'm taking what was once your slim chance of survival and leaving you with your ilk—let's see you tell a new story that doesn't involve me at all, one that an actual judge and an actual Court won't have to commit major felony fraud to cover up your lies for.

I don't know when I'll have to talk to police but it's inevitable, and I've never lied for you and I will never. I imagine you thought I was covering for you; you were wrong. You must have been assumed that I was working with David to do whatever the f*** it is your f****** talking about but... I've been working at wondering where the woman who just died is, and she's not dead at all, her brother who looks EXACTLY like MICHAEL VANDEVEN says that he didn't know where I was or where she was and acted as though he wasn't sure who had bought the house property, which is odd because the lawyer has the same initials as he does:  MV. Maybe someone cloned his phone? Remember Sammy Jenkis, Scott Miller, and meet Joe Black, you vapid bimbo... you really DID deserve what you got, because you really WERE/ARE married to him, It definitely WAS NOT RAPE, because it was definitely Texas NOT UNLAWFUL IN TEXAS TO MAKE YOUR WIFE LICK THE S*** OFF YOUR DICK, and you're definitely living there with him (I'm sure with a diet like that it's very slimming) and you're certainly the grand poster child for supporting the abolishment of the institution of marriage that every toteslez grows up to be wishing she could inspire the youth of today to be. (I I hope you didn't think that I gave a s*** about their Network, because if you told me you wanted to do this I would have been all on board, and if you would thought you were going to keep her all to yourself once I was out of the picture, I'm not out of anything, I'm not going down with the ship—I am the picture—And you just did more damage to her family than I ever could have, so unless you like handcuffing her down and pegging her, both of you are probably going to get used to that experience pretty quick.

p.s.: I liked your beard. It is now entirely obvious why What David said to me wasn't a threat, why Dorothy didn't tell me what was the reason that she was willing to let it go, why she can't talk to me about anything ever since, and why certain things it didn't make any sense before make perfect sense now. Although a new question has rose; do you think that trillion cut Sapphire was worth the cost in resources that you just burned up by s******* all over the best goddamn website that's ever existed in its particular niche? I mean don't get me wrong, good f****** riddance, but you didn't do anything except annihilate hundreds of millions of dollars in useful intelligence gear and... I didn't want sex with you at all once I found out you've been f****** Superserial for the last 6 years (Don't get me wrong, he's cool, keep slobbing that knob, maybe 007 in Q can pop out by for Bridge'n'fuck, how about it? You obviously don't like Chess, now that you found out you're not really very good at it after surrounding yourself with mental subhumans for so long, why don't you slam some meth up your ass and see if that'll improve your game any?) but now I hope your classy, sassy, closeted faggot husband does strangle you. That's legal in Texas, right? I'm sure that wouldn't stop him, as it certainly didn't stop him from making stories up about it.

Stories which now, inevitably, will come up during my psych eval, just imagine the tales that I will spin... and I never even were spun.  Who f****** lies *this* much? The lose some scum that you surround yourself with are equally to blame because there's no way you should have done what you just did... although you did just burn the house down —THE ENTIRE FUCKING HOUSE—that's cool.
Fuck you, Bellgab:
MR AND MRS RUBINI
ARE

David & Tamara

... And all I got to do now is prove that they didn't BOTH know what the other was doing to me at the SAME time while HARASSING AND STALKING ME, And maybe, just maybe I can keep one of them out of a psych ward and the other one out of prison, but I can't do that and I won't do that I don't even know how to do that I don't even have their f****** phone numbers and...  If they were both conspiring with each other to damage me and traffick Grapefruit, then... it's even worse. A LOT WORSE. Co-executive Ringleaders! HOW ROMANTIC IT'S LIKE A SECOND HONEYMOON.

SO I GUESS NEITHER OF YOU ARE VIRGINS THEN HUH? DOSVIDANYA, TURBO SLUTS.

And all you had to do was tell me... and then you wouldn't both be on the hook for Federal racketeering charges, along with everybody else who was stupid enough to go with your f****** lame-braining ideas (They probably set you both up for this thinking it would be funny, oh yeah it is since they just BURN'T themselves too. You were already with David, so why would you conceal your sexual activity with Grapefruit from me? In fact, why conceal anything from me at all, did you think you disgust me? Yeah, your father doesn't get it either, I guess if you knew I was really intelligent and not just really hot he probably wouldn't have told you to f****** do what you're doing, you know your father's a real a****** no wonder you and G-Rat you get along so well. No doubt without me you have so much more to talk about as you gaze ahead into the future and it's oncoming carrier wave of lesbian bed death, although it looks like you decided to go for the hangman's gallows at a sprint instead.) Look, don't blame me, it's already too late; me telling you this in public is just giving you warning so you can maybe do something about it (check your other Rolodex that isn't labeled “blame everything on Hungary,” oh and congrats you probably just taught Charlie how to spell "legal emancipation,” which of course I am in favor of), and I don't want to be accused of blackmailing either of you, and why would I blackmail you? I wouldn't want to ruin your birthday.

You're all f****** done.
TAMMY JUST BURN’T
ALL OF BELLGAB
THE WHOLE F****** GAB
BURN‘T.

I'm sure you'll have new ideas for Christmas long before Christmas comes around, and you'll all be fine, and you'll think back to the days when you had a functioning community and you'll blame me... And until 8 months ago I thought you were dead and the woman that you exploited and swindled and I guess sexually assaulted unless you married her in Texas and then... well whatever you'll have to ask her how she thinks about it as she's f***** off kept captive in a f****** caboose somewhere, And I don't know who the f*** her brother thinks she is but that's not Grapefruit. It's probably Clayton. Good job. You just brought your rapist into your family. But as long as I don't know that you're obsessed with me night and day for the last 11 years, huh? Okay, well the people that you're stuck with now, have been lying to you the entire f****** time because I've been looking for you the whole time And if every word out of Allison's mouth hadn't been a f****** lie about you, I guess I would have found you a lot faster. (“oh yeah I saw her last week That was funny What M. Trollda posted, tee-hee!”)

Nothing that bothers me is that the implication is that you're not worth being known about by me when that obviously would have been fine and the idea that it would be dangerous for me to know that you're around was f****** pathetic sick disgusting actionable legacy killing and a sign of a sick and twisted psyche that is in dire need of mental health care, and you're f****** husband instead of giving his goddamn wife f****** treatment has been instead roping you into making it worse by throwing you against me and giving you a psychotic break with reality that led to his own destruction. (David, I don't think you can be my literary agent... it's nothing personal, but I don't know if I would trust you with a load of laundry. Do you even know how to fold a towel, Bro? Well you'll probably learn in the prison laundry, Brainiac-ack-ack-WOPR.)

NONE of you will ever work on this planet again, which is too bad after spending all that time tearing down my self-esteem—and breaking my strong pimp hand too, now I got to learn to shake'n'choke down hundreds of millions of dollars in liability, with only my left and all the Oompa-Loompas you just left behind, because obviously Time Corps is going to recall you all, and obviously they're not going to let you take your Oompa-Loompas with you. (I'm thinking about adopting.) Come by later, on your way out of town, as I know you live f****** 12 miles away sucking superdick in the back of my truck, which I've been trying to pay for for 3 weeks but he won't take the money because he wants you to suck his dick which you do as you're a whorish fag when you can blame it on me and you were *born* a toteslez. God just made you that way right? You know I bet soupy made some real strong prayers to get to where we are today, as she really was born that way — a whorish fag who obviously would stop at nothing to get revenge on you... because it sure wasn't my idea to f*** her in the ass or to fuck you at all, and let me guess she knows where you are and that you're alive, and didn't want you to talk to me. (Or they have ansibles in Hell, which makes sense since that's where I am.)

It's a guess, but it's a geas—you’re magically unable to disobey the commands of anybody with a twat who reeks of diamonds, motor oil and cold hard frozen motor oil. Try not to go to South Africa to find somebody you can lift a curse for once ... and wow I can't believe you preferred all of them to even a simple conversation with me, but I'm sure you have no problem listening to my voice.

Since you're a ghost in this Land because your husband killed you In your last, congratulations, you just proved the existence of the afterlife to everyone here who's been following your orders and picking up your back trail for however long it has been... And, how would I know?

You're a ghost. How fitting, Grapefruit got  revenge too. (She says to get in her body and get in her 🚗 and drive over here and stop me before I destroy any more of what is about to be left of the world's functioning economy — and the next time you see a placid bull looking for directions out of the shop just punch him in the face and scream, “I'd rather be an enslaved sex worker in Shanghai hooked on China While through a central line, because I'd rather be a junkie (but maybe a needle on the side—as long as KUCZI doesn't know) than ever give you the time of day, Mister Bull! I bet you're just lying, all bulls lie, you just want to know what my voice sounds like so you can come back later and feed me filet mignon! Masher! Cad!” Because then at least you'd have something to ride coattails on again) Say good night, BellClickGracie. **click**

(Note: bragging about turning someone into a toad is a more impressive boast when I actually know who it supposedly happened to. That happens all the time. Was I supposed to be impressed, or afraid, or was it an explanation for why you can't put any content together with your name on it that's worth a squat? Frankly, you should cast a toad spelling yourself more often, you probably get more kisses as a fat toad than a thuggy boogie ganglion Prince, and whoever told you your bloodline—they were just following orders, and you couldn't have been paying them with kisses in Texas, you have to pay them guild rate and pay for the barf bags needed too. Toad ya.)

The following people are now dead to me

Swishy
Squishy (Yes, BOTH)
Michael Vandeven
StarrMtn (Yes, BOTH)
Azzerae
David Rubini (YES, BOTH)
DICKSTAR
Richard Groyper (not quite both, throw in the Abo)
ShayP
Heather Wade (yes, I just went IRL)
Matt Smith and his moron partner @DEA
Matthew Smith and his moron partner also @DEA... no, not that partner, the -other- moron, who thought I needed a cigar box; by the way dipshit, I just got permission from Spirit to make some “thing” which made no sense to me since I wasn't asking for that, but all of a sudden boom; suddenly there was a job opening. It makes sense now, because if you were cooking, number one you definitely weren't doing it right, and number two that wouldn't have stopped you anyway, oh wow, Richard G. Is in full-on total relapse? Well I had no idea, I thought he was just addicted to virtue signaling and telling me that I can't handle the truth. I mean think about it: If I can't handle the truth then I guess I couldn't handle him telling me that I couldn't handle the truth? Let's change cameras and watch Dickstar inject needles into his scrote. Ünglaüblich, you should just stuck with whiskey dick, and just learned to love the hood you had to put on your own head while you fucked him to remind yourself, “Well, as long as that filthy Hungarian n***** doesn't know what my voice sounds like it's all worth it.” And all this is easier than logging into Voxer? Just for example. How about TikTok? What is it going to do if it hears your voice? Call you a cab and force you to go to a therapist that you so desperately obviously f****** needed?

Last but not least: Grapefruit and two of his other whores he calls “sisters.” I don't know what's worse; that you thought living with me was worse than sucking trucker dick, or that you thought you deserved a home at all after letting that fat ginger f*** become your pimp. You're all pathetic and after you've lost your freedoms along with any of your cultural relevance, you'll come to think you probably did not deserve either in the first place anyway.

You people must like having lawyers a lot more than you like having friends. There's no coming back from what you're doing; You've contributed nothing other than The cover story that won't hold up under the nearest of scrutinies and the destruction of any interest I have and continuing using your websites, listening to you speak, giving you my phone number, or giving a rat flying s*** about what is actually going on. My curiosity is ended, I don't need to know what any of you think you've gained besides a vacuum.

Nature abhors it.
If I were you: I'd run. I'm taking what was once your slim chance of survival and leaving you with your ilk—let's see you tell a new story that doesn't involve me at all, one that an actual judge and an actual Court won't have to commit major felony fraud to cover up your lies for.

I don't know when I'll have to talk to police but it's inevitable, and I've never lied for you and I will never. I imagine you thought I was covering for you; you were wrong. You must have been assumed that I was working with David to do whatever the f*** it is your f****** talking about but... I've been working at wondering where the woman who just died is, and she's not dead at all, her brother who looks EXACTLY like MICHAEL VANDEVEN says that he didn't know where I was or where she was and acted as though he wasn't sure who had bought the house property, which is odd because the lawyer has the same initials as he does:  MV. Maybe someone cloned his phone? Remember Sammy Jenkis, Scott Miller, and meet Joe Black, you vapid bimbo... you really DID deserve what you got, because you really WERE/ARE married to him, It definitely WAS NOT RAPE, because it was definitely Texas NOT UNLAWFUL IN TEXAS TO MAKE YOUR WIFE LICK THE S*** OFF YOUR DICK, and you're definitely living there with him (I'm sure with a diet like that it's very slimming) and you're certainly the grand poster child for supporting the abolishment of the institution of marriage that every toteslez grows up to be wishing she could inspire the youth of today to be. (I I hope you didn't think that I gave a s*** about their Network, because if you told me you wanted to do this I would have been all on board, and if you would thought you were going to keep her all to yourself once I was out of the picture, I'm not out of anything, I'm not going down with the ship—I am the picture—And you just did more damage to her family than I ever could have, so unless you like handcuffing her down and pegging her, both of you are probably going to get used to that experience pretty quick.

p.s.: I liked your beard. It is now entirely obvious why What David said to me wasn't a threat, why Dorothy didn't tell me what was the reason that she was willing to let it go, why she can't talk to me about anything ever since, and why certain things it didn't make any sense before make perfect sense now. Although a new question has rose; do you think that trillion cut Sapphire was worth the cost in resources that you just burned up by s******* all over the best goddamn website that's ever existed in its particular niche? I mean don't get me wrong, good f****** riddance, but you didn't do anything except annihilate hundreds of millions of dollars in useful intelligence gear and... I didn't want sex with you at all once I found out you've been f****** Superserial for the last 6 years (Don't get me wrong, he's cool, keep slobbing that knob, maybe 007 in Q can pop out by for Bridge'n'fuck, how about it? You obviously don't like Chess, now that you found out you're not really very good at it after surrounding yourself with mental subhumans for so long, why don't you slam some meth up your ass and see if that'll improve your game any?) but now I hope your classy, sassy, closeted faggot husband does strangle you. That's legal in Texas, right? I'm sure that wouldn't stop him, as it certainly didn't stop him from making stories up about it.

Stories which now, inevitably, will come up during my psych eval, just imagine the tales that I will spin... and I never even were spun.  Who f****** lies *this* much? The lose some scum that you surround yourself with are equally to blame because there's no way you should have done what you just did... although you did just burn the house down —THE ENTIRE FUCKING HOUSE—that's cool.
Fuck you, Bellgab:
MR AND MRS RUBINI
ARE

David & Tamara

... And all I got to do now is prove that they didn't BOTH know what the other was doing to me at the SAME time while HARASSING AND STALKING ME, And maybe, just maybe I can keep one of them out of a psych ward and the other one out of prison, but I can't do that and I won't do that I don't even know how to do that I don't even have their f****** phone numbers and...  If they were both conspiring with each other to damage me and traffick Grapefruit, then... it's even worse. A LOT WORSE. Co-executive Ringleaders! HOW ROMANTIC IT'S LIKE A SECOND HONEYMOON.

SO I GUESS NEITHER OF YOU ARE VIRGINS THEN HUH? DOSVIDANYA, TURBO SLUTS.

And all you had to do was tell me... and then you wouldn't both be on the hook for Federal racketeering charges, along with everybody else who was stupid enough to go with your f****** lame-braining ideas (They probably set you both up for this thinking it would be funny, oh yeah it is since they just BURN'T themselves too. You were already with David, so why would you conceal your sexual activity with Grapefruit from me? In fact, why conceal anything from me at all, did you think you disgust me? Yeah, your father doesn't get it either, I guess if you knew I was really intelligent and not just really hot he probably wouldn't have told you to f****** do what you're doing, you know your father's a real a****** no wonder you and G-Rat you get along so well. No doubt without me you have so much more to talk about as you gaze ahead into the future and it's oncoming carrier wave of lesbian bed death, although it looks like you decided to go for the hangman's gallows at a sprint instead.) Look, don't blame me, it's already too late; me telling you this in public is just giving you warning so you can maybe do something about it (check your other Rolodex that isn't labeled “blame everything on Hungary,” oh and congrats you probably just taught Charlie how to spell "legal emancipation,” which of course I am in favor of), and I don't want to be accused of blackmailing either of you, and why would I blackmail you? I wouldn't want to ruin your birthday.

You're all f****** done.
TAMMY JUST BURN’T
ALL OF BELLGAB
THE WHOLE F****** GAB
BURN‘T.

I'm sure you'll have new ideas for Christmas long before Christmas comes around, and you'll all be fine, and you'll think back to the days when you had a functioning community and you'll blame me... And until 8 months ago I thought you were dead and the woman that you exploited and swindled and I guess sexually assaulted unless you married her in Texas and then... well whatever you'll have to ask her how she thinks about it as she's f***** off kept captive in a f****** caboose somewhere, And I don't know who the f*** her brother thinks she is but that's not Grapefruit. It's probably Clayton. Good job. You just brought your rapist into your family. But as long as I don't know that you're obsessed with me night and day for the last 11 years, huh? Okay, well the people that you're stuck with now, have been lying to you the entire f****** time because I've been looking for you the whole time And if every word out of Allison's mouth hadn't been a f****** lie about you, I guess I would have found you a lot faster. (“oh yeah I saw her last week That was funny What M. Trollda posted, tee-hee!”)

Nothing that bothers me is that the implication is that you're not worth being known about by me when that obviously would have been fine and the idea that it would be dangerous for me to know that you're around was f****** pathetic sick disgusting actionable legacy killing and a sign of a sick and twisted psyche that is in dire need of mental health care, and you're f****** husband instead of giving his goddamn wife f****** treatment has been instead roping you into making it worse by throwing you against me and giving you a psychotic break with reality that led to his own destruction. (David, I don't think you can be my literary agent... it's nothing personal, but I don't know if I would trust you with a load of laundry. Do you even know how to fold a towel, Bro? Well you'll probably learn in the prison laundry, Brainiac-ack-ack-WOPR.)

NONE of you will ever work on this planet again, which is too bad after spending all that time tearing down my self-esteem—and breaking my strong pimp hand too, now I got to learn to shake'n'choke down hundreds of millions of dollars in liability, with only my left and all the Oompa-Loompas you just left behind, because obviously Time Corps is going to recall you all, and obviously they're not going to let you take your Oompa-Loompas with you. (I'm thinking about adopting.) Come by later, on your way out of town, as I know you live f****** 12 miles away sucking superdick in the back of my truck, which I've been trying to pay for for 3 weeks but he won't take the money because he wants you to suck his dick which you do as you're a whorish fag when you can blame it on me and you were *born* a toteslez. God just made you that way right? You know I bet soupy made some real strong prayers to get to where we are today, as she really was born that way — a whorish fag who obviously would stop at nothing to get revenge on you... because it sure wasn't my idea to f*** her in the ass or to fuck you at all, and let me guess she knows where you are and that you're alive, and didn't want you to talk to me. (Or they have ansibles in Hell, which makes sense since that's where I am.)

It's a guess, but it's a geas—you’re magically unable to disobey the commands of anybody with a twat who reeks of diamonds, motor oil and cold hard frozen motor oil. Try not to go to South Africa to find somebody you can lift a curse for once ... and wow I can't believe you preferred all of them to even a simple conversation with me, but I'm sure you have no problem listening to my voice.

Since you're a ghost in this Land because your husband killed you In your last, congratulations, you just proved the existence of the afterlife to everyone here who's been following your orders and picking up your back trail for however long it has been... And, how would I know?

You're a ghost. How fitting, Grapefruit got  revenge too. (She says to get in her body and get in her 🚗 and drive over here and stop me before I destroy any more of what is about to be left of the world's functioning economy — and the next time you see a placid bull looking for directions out of the shop just punch him in the face and scream, “I'd rather be an enslaved sex worker in Shanghai hooked on China While through a central line, because I'd rather be a junkie (but maybe a needle on the side—as long as KUCZI doesn't know) than ever give you the time of day, Mister Bull! I bet you're just lying, all bulls lie, you just want to know what my voice sounds like so you can come back later and feed me filet mignon! Masher! Cad!” Because then at least you'd have something to ride coattails on again) Say good night, BellClickGracie. **click**


Toad ÜÜ

[Jackstar]

The following people are now dead to me

Swishy
Squishy (Yes, BOTH)
Michael Vandeven
StarrMtn (Yes, BOTH)
Azzerae
David Rubini (YES, BOTH)
DICKSTAR
Richard Groyper (not quite both, throw in the Abo)
ShayP
Heather Wade (yes, I just went IRL)
Matt Smith and his moron partner @DEA
Matthew Smith and his moron partner also @DEA... no, not that partner, the -other- moron, who thought I needed a cigar box; by the way dipshit, I just got permission from Spirit to make some “thing” which made no sense to me since I wasn't asking for that, but all of a sudden boom; suddenly there was a job opening. It makes sense now, because if you were cooking, number one you definitely weren't doing it right, and number two that wouldn't have stopped you anyway, oh wow, Richard G. Is in full-on total relapse? Well I had no idea, I thought he was just addicted to virtue signaling and telling me that I can't handle the truth. I mean think about it: If I can't handle the truth then I guess I couldn't handle him telling me that I couldn't handle the truth? Let's change cameras and watch Dickstar inject needles into his scrote. Ünglaüblich, you should just stuck with whiskey dick, and just learned to love the hood you had to put on your own head while you fucked him to remind yourself, “Well, as long as that filthy Hungarian n***** doesn't know what my voice sounds like it's all worth it.” And all this is easier than logging into Voxer? Just for example. How about TikTok? What is it going to do if it hears your voice? Call you a cab and force you to go to a therapist that you so desperately obviously f****** needed?

Last but not least: Grapefruit and two of his other whores he calls “sisters.”

You people can have a lovely day, cleaning up this mess, and you're going to return my stolen property—or this all gets worse.

Fucking try me. DO IT.

(You don't deserve the family you've stolen; and you certainly don't deserve my house. FU NIG ROT HER. *Xxxck*

[AZZERAE]

The following people are now dead to me

Swishy
Squishy (Yes, BOTH)
Michael Vandeven
StarrMtn (Yes, BOTH)
Azzerae
David Rubini (YES, BOTH)
DICKSTAR
Richard Groyper (not quite both, throw in the Abo)
ShayP
Heather Wade (yes, I just went IRL)

[WORTHAUGERa]

Well, did it hurt the first time? It's possible the MK-Ultra program components involving the coercive persuasion of foreign diplomats was ill-thought out and ill-advised to be used on high school students; but I have it on good Authority that this is probably not going to be an issue.

Is anyone grieving besides Dr. Master Kooter? Write me an email if so, I don't know if all of this needs to be discussed in public but certainly it can be, and I'm told Mister President Trump wants this over with by Christmas, as in, THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE OUR LONG NATIONAL CLICKj★eol055:0

[AZZERAE]

Forest wants to know if you really believe that I am an "animation filter?"

[WORTHAUGERa]

I cannot wait to testify against you, Muffin Snatch. ¡¡!¡¡


sincerely,
The_Kingpinner

p.s.:. if you ever steal from me again, I will do whatever it takes to ensure that you are prosecuted to the full extent of the law, and I don't know if I'll have much trouble getting you into a federal fucking prison either, you foul-mouthed imbecilic “master” of nothing but mendacity.

p.p.s.: I gave you chains for a reason.

While I understand that there needs to be a certain pruning of the forum in situations like these, I do hope that you remember to save these things.

Last night was awesome. I made these two posts I spent quite a lot of time on them, and they ended up getting annihilated right at the very end when I was about to you know after I had already previewed several times and I edited and proof right down and twice in a row what I wrote was two spicy for publication

BAR, FAR TOO SPICY. And I kind of figured that by the time I was ready to begin let alone halfway done, so I wasn't surprised to see you go away and I'm actually appreciative that it did because you know some things just aren't suitable for the general public to know.

And it's not like I need to have my stuff published so that people know that I'm awesome, I think we're all pretty clear on the awesome sauce that powers the Weyland yutani positronic matrix corporation artificially intelligent Street, sesame open thereof difference engine is a little bit more than the usual kind of baby spunk.

Yeah it's not a big deal, I've been here the whole time like this, there just wasn't anything worth doing.

Already won for that matter. Anyway I don't want to make too much a big deal about it but I miss those posts they were really good, and I would have preferred an opportunity to remove the part that was too much rather than just have them go away entirely although I don't blame somebody for wanting a trophy.

By the way Rick is a dick, but at least he's not Richard. And if I were them I would pretend to be cowardly too, especially at this point click j★eol055:0

[AZZERAE]

[Jackstar]

By the way thank you for letting me see what it looks like when you drop a p*** bomb by abusing your power and manipulating the data stream in order to make a person look like they've done something that they didn't do so that you can compromise them in an intelligence investigation later, that's probably how they got Jared from Subway, who I thankfully don't look anything like.

For one thing—that's Pat!j★eol055:0

[Jackstar]

By the way that's not PBS t >:(that's K-Dubb, and not KW, or Caleb—or even K-Dybbuk.

By the way do you do anything with your day besides set people up with false over this trails and make your entire life into a cartoon characterization caricature? Like do you contribute anything besides the enablement of fascism into free commerce and legitimate scientific inquiry? Because it looks like you waste a lot of time making up parallel tracks of narrative to counteract the truth which no wonder makes it impossible for you to ever catch up to me.

Because I am on neither boat nor ship, nor plain nor dimensionally flat plane of the matrix, I am on planet f****** Earth, And I hope you make it here sometime It's beautiful, although kind of cloudy today.

I always wondered how you people cheated at Court, and now I know: you cheated and cheat at everything else too, Robert. By the way, I don't hear my truck pulling up, and I don't see Island her ni55er gin boy cleaning off my trash, so we're probably going to have some problems because I expected compliance, And if you have time to talk shit about me and make shit up, you have time to bring back my fucking gear. I want my phone. I want my truck, make it fucking happen, fucking douchebag.

And have him bring some clear and some glass, too, I want to know what the fuck he has to say about that, as well as I want to know if there's a difference between what the Natives get and what Angels get. This is going to matter in the future so the sooner I can get this question resolved — the better.

Do not test my neutrality any further. Thanks in advance you'll be glad you came into compliance.j★eol055:0

[WORTHAUGERa]

t

*Sigh* we talked about this. KNOW: I don't want to make you {or anyone} feel bad here, however in a position like yours, leaving open a vulnerability like this should have been detected by a different security team than the one that exploited it.

That being said, I can see why a Sourceror such as myself was left to hang out in the field in order to catch future surchares & snares like this. Also, compared to the corruption that has been enabled through errors of this fashion not being addressed properly, and you know what I mean, the problems with the elections are puny and mild in comparison.

Also, consider the following: The car accident was an assassination attempt, and I've been working without pay on a cold case involving time travel and sexual assault and abduction and the other thing that name I can't remember of right now but it's when you hold somebody down and you blank them with a blank until they blank and then apparently that's not a legal everywhere but I guess it is in Washington, and I didn't find out about any of this until f****** 10 minutes ago, right?

So you tell me: how am I supposed to calculate my lost wages and earning income potential? What am I supposed to do, stop my legitimate research so I can do your f****** accountancy in night school? Get the f*** out of here, I just can't even with you right now, you think you're so special don't you, well you are, special agent k is for click J★eol055:0

[AZZERAE]

By the way do you do anything with your day besides set people up with false over this trails and make your entire life into a cartoon characterization caricature? Like do you contribute anything besides the enablement of fascism into free commerce and legitimate scientific inquiry? Because it looks like you waste a lot of time making up parallel tracks of narrative to counteract the truth which no wonder makes it impossible for you to ever catch up to me.

I don't think you're ready for this jelly.