Ho ho ho; I'm an interdimensional time-traveling Sourceror.
And when a discussion about extra-planar existence can be had without ever using the words "Fisher" or "Price," I'll be interested. And of course I'd like it if the Andrei Sakharov treatment can I finally get to the point where I can actually relax. Let's see, when was that... going back as far as I can, I don't think I've been really able to fully relax ever since I found out that some broad hired another broad to surreptitiously infect me with herpes. ("I'm sorry, I... forgot." lol.)
So, waiting around six months to get two (2) pureblood test results back is not something I am unfamiliar with. It's what I did then, it's what I was prepared to do before, and, more or less... it's what I'm doing right now. /bothflex. (2!!!)
Reality fracturing and its associated necessary repairs can be quite a dirty job--in fact, sometimes a
filthy one--but I do get to run around all over from hither to yon, laying down the mad, saltiest and reddest pills and thrills all of all y'all are got-damn lucky to even get the chance to hear the merest taste of... and I get to do all that and more without -ever- feeling like a liar.
Because--I am not. I am positive that you are positively happy for me, Positive Persuader. *poll pies* Now if you will excuse me, I'm going back to work, where I belong. (Don't think I can't do it.)
Best wishes! Warm regards!! Hey, do you know anything about coy ponds? I think my pool boy just got his ass arrested. (Can't really be sure, I'm a Sourceror and -can- read minds but -do not like- doing that, and also: Clergy rules are God's Laws and I am not a or any thing if I am not totes legit. Aww, shucks. (Turns out I kinda like being "A Thing." Don't flamethrower a dish of my blood, unless Crepes Suzette are on the menu, and, take it from me... better make it
menstrual, and it better be
fresh.)
It is possible that I will -never- know anymore than this (Fat chance.) but know this yourself: as soon as I can, I am coming right back to the beginning (I am still close to it now), and next time, I won't be so completely indifferent about -certain- matters. Like, I could have eaten some acid at some point instead of experimental mil.spec psychotropic chems, and those psychotronic assaults, while extra disturbing in the first exposure and got worse from there, turned out to be... really, no trouble at all.
p.s.: the irony of spending inordinate amonuts of time on building a fully dialed-out blueprint to bury me in a mountain of false paper (I've heard enough whispers to -know- that is being done) and then frontin' that oneself is
totescared of the same outcome is the rockstar maximum of mostly maddeningly, megabullshit, however, this is the world we share, and at this level, I can think of no greater compliment that can be paid to either of us, David, that that after years of this back-&-
fourth-backing the Fifth Amendment, I don't have any hard feelings towards you, and if you do towrads me, why... at least you are gentlemanly enough to keep that to yourself.
I rarely even ever hear your name spoken aloud anymore!! Wow! I don't know how you feel personally about that--as you know, you and I have not had a rational conversation in a long, long time. A long time. But, we're talking about the name of A Man here... actually, two (2) Men.
Both (Two) Men. And would that I would be so delighted to be in a position to never hear about this again--although, I'm not going to lie, I'm curious which (blank) you had to marry in order to secure the lack of future (blank). Not my business, of course, but let's just see where this goes in the futor... for Me.
I will see what /flexing I can do to advance The Cause.
Btw, p.s.: you will recall our past discussions about the false paper. Well, I think I have figured out what might have happened with that. Now, since you have someone else named "Mike" to hang things on, I can't wait to see how that works out, and I wish you all the best with your current (and future) endeavors.
p.p.s.: I fucking love being a Sourceror. I am not going to lie. And I thank you for the many opportunities you have shown me, that totally had nothing to do with that, I am
certain.
p.p.p.s.: I like your beard.
