I talk to spiders. This guy talks to a pair of moose. I'd recommend taking your pick, but, it's really not exclusive. This is a brand new day on this side of The Singularity.
Now, spiders don't talk back to me, and they don't barricade me in my home and prevent me from taking a walk, so you might as well just flip a coin.
Another news: I've received diplomatic courtesy and I now know the reason why this is taking so long, and by this I mean me standing here waiting to go home.
It's actually pretty gravy. And imaginary conversations in my mind are encouraging me to monetize go take it to the patreon offer it up for $50 of membership and see you guys, I'm going to Disneyland woo! I finally made it!
I'm sure the word BOLO is being attached to my name right now. after I called The Court and used the word (Blank) twice—both hands!—I asked her if she could report that for me she said she couldn't. I said, “oh, that's too bad.”
I further continue: “hey do you think this phone call is being recorded?” I'm asking politely here. I've turned off the stress siren vibrato that I can do with the back of my neck now. It's pretty cool. I used it mostly unconsciously on the phone with some guy once and he asked me if I was masturbating, and I was like, “Actually, never again, actually. #Actual.”
The objective here is to live fast, die young, and leave a good looking corpse, and reporting to my attorney that The Sheriff is now intimidated & won't return my calls & allows me to take it the next next level.
Now, having made this milestone goal progress, I'm going to
immediately capitalize on that burst of energy by going out to my truck and getting stoned. I'm working an angle here. I'm telling you so that it's something I can point back to later.
By the way, I got the new name:
Greatfield. It's
ideal. No mistake, no contact, no touching.
No liability, custody threats neutralized, it's 5 minutes to 11:00 on a Monday morning and I've already made my point for the week with the highest Authority in The Land.
Fallout Wednesday is forecast to be catastrophic. I can't stop it. I
wouldn't stop it! For one thing I need help. Is that cat really dead? Jewel is not saying a word. One from would expect that from a personal perspective, given that I'm not prone to hallucinating this shit.
Oh yeah I was calling I just assumed said it all aside and just play video games get laid. Make some goulash. Watch sunset smoke a doobie get laid some more basically just get laid and go to sleep for about 3 years I can do that can't cuz I've had a rough few lips for a while. Loops. Laptops throughout Windows.
Nevertheless, duty calls. I actually happened to have this Naruto heritage. I mean Navajo. No I mean I don't want to have any whores, they're supposed to pay me. Definitely in exchange for breaking all this alien code shit, and then ass-blasting it in plain text.
It's not like I couldn't be lazy if I wanted to, I could just go right back to bed you know. I got nothing going on. Five fucking weeks. If there were a way to get out and push I would. I assume the purpose is to get me to dissociate further from reality, and it's working.
And holy shit; she told you that I had been told by her about my desire for dance monkeys. I bet that's an intuitive leap I can't guarantee it and you probably don't have to answer—you don't even know what I'm talking about, do you?
Oh I bet that's exactly what happened. Also, I'm the one that traveled in time and she didn't like that, it's basically more of me to keep track of, and, talk about lazy, like wow.
When I found out he was sandbagging and actually pretending to sleep and then waking me up and having an entire life 24/7 for weeks at a time without telling me—I mean I suspected and then maybe she didn't but I wasn't and she knew enough to have, and I didn't put a motion tracker on her, didn't they implant that one with “the cataract”?
Okay, I got to say it,
brava. I'm immediately adding all of this to my research corpus immediately & it's becoming a core tenet of my spiritual faith.
Also I'm going to start moving to a private discord server. *wrinkles nose like in Bewitched*
K, that shit
works, yo. It ain't even, I hope everyone can see why I have no reason to be upset about anything at all. So finding myself to be that way is a real attention-getter.
Is the cat dead? And is asking the question of violation of the no contact order? (REMEMBER IT'S AN EMERGENCY.) Bellgab lawyers unite to tell me the truth: I was told to call the Marines, but you
do outrank them...
