What’s Up, South Africa?

[Jackstar]

This is an interesting response considering your ass being handed to you at his every response.

Anybody who might have potentially believed that statement as being true to any level whatsoever, is probably finding themselves quite off-put by your use of the word “response” twice, so quickly and even in the same goddam sentence.

who you trying to convince? Third graders before you leave for the big fish pond in elementary school?

I christen thee: INNER TODDLER. yes, that's your new name now, and yes I just baptized you without your permission from a distance, so it's not really rape and it's not really direct contact but whatever the fuck it is it's something your Puny PewDiePie-driven mind won't even fucking comprehend until it's far too late to do anything but maybe clap.

and you're not even a child, you're a grown ass adult and you're a toddler. Do you have one of them diaper fetishes, too? Ridiculous. If you weren't a fraud, you would never recognize yourself.

[Innerreach]

Anybody who might have potentially believed that statement as being true to any level whatsoever, is probably finding themselves quite off-put by your use of the word “response” twice, so quickly and even in the same goddam sentence.

who you trying to convince? Third graders before you leave for the big fish pond in elementary school?

I christen thee: INNER TODDLER. yes, that's your new name now, and yes I just baptized you without your permission from a distance, so it's not really rape and it's not really direct contact but whatever the fuck it is it's something your Puny PewDiePie-driven mind won't even fucking comprehend until it's far too late to do anything but maybe clap.

and you're not even a child, you're a grown ass adult and you're a toddler. Do you have one of them diaper fetishes, too? Ridiculous. If you weren't a fraud, you would never recognize yourself.

I noticed the redundancy after the fact.

Who gives a shit?

Can I go pee now, Dad?

[Jackstar]

Who gives a shit?

Mostly, profilers and forensic scientists. also: anybody who wonders why I haven't squashed you like the kind of loathsome mewling toadie that you resemble justly deserves.

Can I go pee now, Dad?

I'm not your father. I'm not even your brother anymore—you've made the whole incest/insect thing just gross.

[Innerreach]

Mostly, profilers and forensic scientists. also: anybody who wonders why I haven't squashed you like the kind of loathsome mewling toadie that you resemble justly deserves.

I'm not your father. I'm not even your brother anymore—you've made the whole incest/insect thing just gross.

I see... Well, is there anything else I can help you with?

[Jackstar]

I see... Well, is there anything else I can help you with?

remember that scene in X-Men, I forget which movie it was, but it was the part where the Dark Phoenix is created, because Jean Gray sacrifices herself by flying the ship with all her friends on it into a lake and then she drowns herself, as an intentional sacrifice, because she knows that she has to get rid of the evil spirit and she wants to protect her friends by saving their lives and she dies and they don't know why? it never occurs to them that Jean Gray might not be as sharp of attack in the box as it may appear that a hot redheaded telekinetic telepath might be... I mean maybe she didn't have to judge the Phoenix energy and, and could have just like... not killed herself? maybe give yourself a chance at being a good person instead of automatically becoming corrupted like Eve? well fuck it was the 60s, and it was MK-ULTRA training being put out in a limited hangout courtesy of Stan Lee at Marvel —hello, what an obvious Operation Mockingbird Federal Asset, do any of you even know what excelsior actually is? WOOD CUT IN SPIRALS TO RESEMBLE BIRDS’ NESTS, LIKE BIRDS, LIKE MOCKINGBIRDS, LIKE OBVIOUSLY, DIPSHITS... to explain why sometimes women just fucking off themselves for no apparent reason, Lodge orders being Lodge orders.

(kind of wondering why they're not noticing that my fucking hand is broken, though, like that one seems a little unusual. no Florence, no nightingale, what? Believe you can kiss my fucking grits, Sunshine.)

Yeah, I know you know the one, it's the Dark Phoenix it's the saga it's it's it's classic, anyway I want you to take Grapefruit and put her in the truck and drive them both off the fucking cliff (hire the limo driver from Die Hard to fucking haul you all off the cliff together while you fuck her in the back for all I care, at this point I can't imagine it'd be more embarrassing if you hadn't by now, Christ, how much more of a fucking home field advantage do you need, isn't she in bondage enough yet to fulfill your “Davy Crockett-on-squaw” fantasies? I can only hope that you're not waiting for Christmas, because that would indicate...  some kind of a pattern, and I don't know how much more embarrassed you can get, but let's shoot for you showing up on the 19:00 news dressed up as an elf and getting arrested for rape, fine by me, I'm not fucking protecting your ass for anything), so they can recreate that when she comes back as the Dark Phoenix I'll maybe be able to stop her from fucking killing you dipshit... and if you spawn Dark Phoenix in some other way, now it's up to that, that's on your own head. I could guarantee only clout if you murder her in that truck with that Dark Phoenix energy and then she comes back to life and then she asks me, “Sire who should I to be fucking killing, next, I mean first, yeah that's the ticket,” and then I say, “spare Seymour,“ that's basically your only chance at life here, Numbnuts.

But when it comes to Jewel, you're on your own. She typically doesn't negotiate with those she's deemed to be prey.

So, that's about all you can help me with. I've already given up on you behaving anything like a real HUMAN man... e.g., a Woman, ever. Let me make this clear to you: I don't need a woman because I like to talk to a bitch who actually knows how to accessorize as well as how to scream and carry on with sufficient gravitas to inspire action as in and as regards to shit that doesn't appear to be important, I don't need a woman at all, I just like to have actual sex once in awhile.

THAT MEANS YOU'RE NOT INVITED — click j★eol055:0

[Lazarus]

You're reaping what you've sown and your complicity is hereby established. Do you have any idea how complicated you make things for everyone by sitting there in the trees, taking your little pot shots, making smarmy references to, of all things... blotter?

listen I'm not hiring a lawyer to take this town apart and Sue it for liability because I'm fond of it, or because I'm scared, or because I can't afford to, I'm not doing that because I honestly didn't think it was necessary to destroy the entire system of justice in this country, or even one County. (Reconsidering. Do I have time to participate in what you people are doing? “Get an Uber.” Okay number one, fuck you buddé, Lyft 4 life, and number two... what's it to you, punk? Like, how did you get your fucking hands in this cookie jar? what are you fucking working on, the fucking script to Smoking Aces 3: This Time It's Pineal?)

“Lazarus,” my ass. “Lazy Lezzes ‘R’ Us,” more like. Pfftt. If you had a real point you wouldn't constantly be leaving slime trails in the bushes in a standard perimeter holding action—meanwhile the police living next door have themselves an RV and a growing case of PTSD with DID application presentation... and that's not my diagnosis, that's just what it looks like. the reality is probably eating lead paint chips as a child, or growing up astoundingly under- and over- privileged in a 2x2 roller coaster ride of Life formation. (It's fucking ridiculous. Whoever weaponized The Court here has really done you people a number... this isn't one Court Jester, this is a whole Jester League. They even have a goddam “Hall of Justice” here, and do I want a job there? fuck yeah, I didn't even know that was a thing I could aspire to, I didn't know they were allowed to call these places “Halls of Justice”! I would have been down there with my resume first day! it's hopeless now of course, but nevertheless... there's your goddam Special Needs right there.

No, I'm not going to teach them how to make refined kryptonite from medium meteorite rock with iridium snowflakes, well of course I know how to, it's simple for any alchemist that isn't an actual snowflake. (or “retard” whatever they're calling you people these days.)

 However, I am willing to be utilized for legitimate purposes. And... let me ask you something? Who decides who has jurisdiction here?


Because the conflicts of interest are obvious, and growing increasingly more so, by the day. Like what the fuck do you want me to do? “Get an Uber.“ what the fuck is wrong with you? Why don't I just call one of my friends and ask them to pick me up?

why do you think I don't do that? here's a hint: you have no idea of the truth. and I can say this with authority; because no one else knows why, and no one's asked, and I haven't told anybody. so try me, Short Round.

just do it.

[Jackstar]

Also I just cured AIDS and made my girlfriend in Canada drench her own pants, so, so much for frigidity being a legitimate excuse in the workplace, Dr Freud.

So maybe I should have been read-in at some point, huh? And if there never were a plan for that, then I want to know who was in charge of making such plans be— and who bothered asking and what happened to them after they did.

At the very minimum what has happened here is that some clevery brat took way too much of a rightful share of The Graft, cut me out of the loop of some kind of fucking scheme that was supposed to happen in one way or— and has instead gone in quite one other. Way, that is.


I'm reminded of the bad time I had getting an endoscopy. I woke up screaming like a sailor who learned to curse from banshees to learn to curse from sailor's wives, and it turned out the reason why is that I had been given multiple doses of a medication that was supposed to erase my memory, and not nearly enough doses of a medication that was supposed to relieve the discomfort involved with having a 32 ft rubber hose shoved up my ass.

Now, in retrospect this is a hilarious memory, and may well have been the thing to do at the time, because the fact the matter is I don't like opiates.

I also don't like getting an endoscopy without two people to watch over me instead of just one. and I'm pretty sure I'm going to be having a Bluetooth microphone installed at both ends of my elementary canal so that I can fucking catch people in the act next time, because here's what happened: I wasn't supposed to make a big fit, and somebody wasn't supposed to be unable to swap the medication dosing lists on the procedure for 15 fentanyls and one Ativan, and then instead Bill the hospital for 15 ativans and then one fentanyl, and then where did they go, these “incredibly valuable on the street when obtained illicitly without a paper trail” medications? (like seriously, she probably made at least a grand, and the show was so awesome it probably would have been worth it for free  ) Now, where's the discrepancy explained? “Oh the patient's a junkie; we saw it on the web.” Case closed, right? And now here's you crying and whining about drug use every five fucking minutes, you fucking dipshit pigfucking pig. You and your piece of shit “The Plausibly Deniable Hour,” which is the worst fucking excuse for entertainment I've ever heard of in my entire fucking life, it doesn't even remotely deniable until you have me fucking killed or incarcerated incommunicado, I guess, it's like you're deposing yourself and then masturbating by yourself at the end like you're ashamed of it.

Do you fucking people understand this: I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING. I've been for some time. the dead giveaway moment was when I found myself being placed under arrest by a guy I recognized in an ill-fitting police uniform who was afraid to arrest me and then took me to the can and had me held in communicado which I eventually got jail service staff to acknowledge after several hours of leaning on the intercom button and being threatened with reprisals if I didn't be quiet, which is the most dumbest fucking thing I've ever heard of but after having been quiet already for two fucking long by myself in jail for the third time on a bullshit charge I was not about to be fucking quiet then nor am I about to be quiet now.

you fucking hear me down there in Corpus Christi, asshole? Yeah fuck you loser, you're 20 mi away next to that 7-Eleven, AND WE ALL FUCKING KNOW IT. THE CLIQUE KNOWS IT. EVERYBODY BUT YOU THE MECHANIC AND THE RINGLEADER KNOWS THAT YOU'RE FUCKING BUSTED.

But only I know why. It's not worth losing my family for, but it does feel good.

And I just got indirectly contacted. Again. I'm beginning to think your mothers all got together and put together a collection to see what it was like to have a Hungarian beat the shit out all of you in public over and over and over again... because that's what I'm doing, and I'm not even getting paid.

This isn't even hard for me to do. What are you going to do fucking threaten me to be quiet? Again? Like, how inauthentic would you like your power to actually appear to be?

you should have had me killed years ago, and if you could have, you would have.

#KnifeTheBirds
#ItIsNotTumours
#NotABrainCloud,Either
#TootsieCanRollWithMe


#JackstarKnowsWhoTheShapeshiftersAre
#AndEweDon'tGetTo

And, not only that... I don't think any of you have the cognitive capacity to even fucking recognize what you have just done... which is definitely not the very least, has saved me a bundle of money on Christmas cards, birthday cards, alimony cards, and child support cards, as well as continue to leave me completely insulated from all the civil liability that you idiots keep piling up and thinking I'm going to give a shit about. I don't. Not even a moist fart.

Fuck your civil liability, Whore. And, with my compliments---THOU ART DISCHARGED.


Any questions? I'll be in My Shower. And, wasn't that a Time? Boy howdy! at no time have I tried to hide my identity from you, and you're over in my fucking DMs ignoring a fucking post from me that inquires who you are from a new phone number... oh, I guess that's an identification callsign that didn't need a response to. Because, why?

Oh, I forgot, I'm a fagot gay. Any other constitutionally-valid reason you got there going on there, Chuckles? Oh, don't tell me here, save it for the #official inquiry.

It’s none of my business, but with this kind of a taxpayer's name on it, it's gonna be a good one. I should probably put in a request to the Library Of Congress to make sure that I reserve my advance copy... but honestly, I'm pretty sure too many people would be thinking I was just being braggadocious.


And: THIS IS ME BEING NIGH-HUMBLE, HER LIPS NOW SUCK IT DOWN ROMERO-STYLE, YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS DON'T YOU? YOU JUST DEFAME AND SLANDER MY ASS IN PUBLIC AND THEN JUMP INTO A EARLY CAB AFTER DEMANDING A RIDE TO THE AIRPORT WITHOUT PRAYING OR WITHOUT BLOWING AND CLAIMING YOU HAVE NO MONEY FOR FOOD BECAUSE FORCED LABOR AFTER BUYING BLACK TRUFFLES ON FUCKING EBT. $49.95 PER POUND, SHE ACTUALLY BUYS THIS SHIT WITH AN EBT CARD AND THEN GETS ON THE PLANE LEAVING IT IN THE FUCKING HOTEL ROOM FRIDGE. THEN CALLS 4 DAYS LATER AND ACCUSES ME OF BEING WHACKED OUT OF MY MIND ON DRUGS, WHILE I'VE BEEN TAKING CARE OF HER CAT AND WATCHING A NETWORK GET LAUNCHED, HOW DID YOUR SECRET FUCKING REAL SECRET HUSBAND (WHO OBVIOUSLY LIKES COCK MORE THAN I DO AND FEELS BAD ABOUT IT, SORRY BRO) FEEL ABOUT IT? WAS HE HUMBLE LIKE ME? OR HUMBLE LIKE YOU? OR MAYBE HUMBLE FOR A FEW NUNS? BY THE WAY, MORON: YOU'VE EVEN BEEN MIND CONTROLLED AND TRAFFICKED AGAIN... AND I'M NOT EVEN FUCKING AROUND.

Yeah; I would take my sweet ass time to give me a conversation after that shit happened to me, too. What I would not do is put up with my G-d damn hand being broken and my fucking vehicles being fucking sabotaged and my fucking phone getting fucked with while I'm literally alone and don't know anybody else in the entire fucking world who hasn't fallen for your fucking raft of ridiculous black propaganda bullshit, FOR NEARLY A CALENDAR YEAR. GROW THE FUCK UP, TODDLERS.

RETURN THE MAP.
USE THE TRUCK TO DO IT.


fuckinunglaublich.

[Master Trollda]

Azz, a caller on The Alex Jones Show the other day said that a friend of his from SA said that much of it was down to 6 hours of electricitiy a day. True?

[WORTHAUGERa]

Azz,

Can't you, like *wiggle wiggle* ask him using your Force powers? Telepathy without emoticons doesn't get your S. motor running, I bet. Sad!

a caller on The Alex Jones Show the other day

Nanotechnology, weather modification & control, and Welsh rarebit: "Three Hot Topics Every Morning Nutrition Session Should Be Handling Now" by I. M. Staffwriter (you haven't met him, but he'll taste smell familiar if you go easy on him). Now, stay with me here: it's long enough for a thesis statement, but it's too long for a headline, so here's how to sell it: translate it into Interpretive Dance and sell it in Britain. A pound is still a pound, even in Shanghai. Although everyone has two colons there now; it's The Coming Thing. Weird, I know. (Blank stare covering whirling, black and empty pools of icy death, that's how. Why, how are you? Can't be too fucking bad since you can, you know, still talk to your (blank) in public.) You do realize you are the only person still alive with an actual goddam heartbeat that listens to AJ now, right? You should do a spec script for a pilot, call it "Austin Breakfast." I'll let you figure out the rest... WHEN SEVENTEEN SEVENTY-SEVEN SUCKS MUH (BLANK)!!!!!

said that a friend of his from SA said that

I'm just gonna let that one hang in the air up there like that for a little while. I like the way it refracts the sunlight from The Dark Star, Hercolubus. Now, you probably haven't been briefed on that -- I know I wasn't -- but let me put it this way: I ran from the D.E.W., not from you, and I could have stayed, if not for ewe.

much of it was down to 6 hours of electricitiy a day. True?

He's not there. The decoy is in South Africa. Azz is in (Blank). How do I know this? Well, I don't. And neither do you, I didn't just, like, read your brain over The Internet. Heh heh. What a ridiculous concept, honestly.


Not #Officially.


Now, (PROT), I get what you're saying, it's just... he's got one of those residences that you... look, I know it sounds too implausible to be believed, but I'm still uncertain what I want to do next. (Unblocking any of your cunt husband(s) is definitely not something on my action list, but even as temporary fix I can't leave those effin' idiots blocked forever. Some of them still have thumbs and more than 3 brain cells to rub together, I'm just buying myself some time to think. Calgon! Take me away! Mush!) Screaming at my minions, sure, I want to do that, who amongst us who even still has any minions remaining wouldn't want to?

Two major and completely unexpected events went down today that have left my prior plans in shambles: my unsaved work product was annihilated by a psychotronic attack, and Grapefruit Ziti Epsilon contacted me telepathically from protective custody. I don't think it would be fair to say that she is "singing like a bird," because she's not a bird, can't sing, and... is that even her? Honestly, I've never heard anyone sounds so sorry -- so, so sorry -- in all of my life, and it's telepathy, for Crissakes. It doesn't "sound" like anything at all!

But, it does have zazz. *click*

[WORTHAUGERa]

Two major and completely unexpected events went down today

Sorry, I forgot the second. It was that I came to discover that The Inner Reach Hour has become "must listen" event programming. I mean, damn, that is impressive. I don't think anyone finds what I am putting out to be in that rarefied strata. Mine is more like, "must not listen," and then one paces back and forth frenetically in what is left of their cubicle while waiting for the noon-day recess bell to go off.

Everyone knows what I'm all about, after all: slamming taxes, paying drugs, & fucking men in white coats. Time is going by so fast these days, the niche entertainment topic I single-handedly carved out of the bloody stone has already become hackneyed. But... The Hour of The In (HER)?

I have no idea what that mealy-mouthed boorish braggart dopesick junky meathead fuck has to say or even thinks about anything. Does it even think? The bug in his head that has taken over the higher-level cognitive pathways, I mean. And I do mean "higher level," oh, what-what? GOOSE.

I'm gonna go take a long shit on a short seat and then leap directly headlong into the shower with the bloodstains in it, and after that, maybe, just maybe, I'll take this magick necklace off. Until then, forget it, Amergazelle--your ass is grass and the harvest is mine. I don't give a shit how many dudes there are with badges and lawnmowers are lining up next door, this two-bit canary side-show has already gone on long enough and I don't care how much electricity there is in Africa... do they even have brunch? Useless bloody savages, the whole goddam lot.

Maybe if the power goes out completely for just one day, all my Snapchat contacts will stop being replaced by the titles of various Wilson Pickets tunes. Lilith Fair recidivists only want one thing and it's fucking disgusting me.

[Master Trollda]

Can't you, like *wiggle wiggle* ask him using your Force powers? Telepathy without emoticons doesn't get your S. motor running, I bet. Sad!

Nanotechnology, weather modification & control, and Welsh rarebit: "Three Hot Topics Every Morning Nutrition Session Should Be Handling Now" by I. M. Staffwriter (you haven't met him, but he'll taste smell familiar if you go easy on him). Now, stay with me here: it's long enough for a thesis statement, but it's too long for a headline, so here's how to sell it: translate it into Interpretive Dance and sell it in Britain. A pound is still a pound, even in Shanghai. Although everyone has two colons there now; it's The Coming Thing. Weird, I know. (Blank stare covering whirling, black and empty pools of icy death, that's how. Why, how are you? Can't be too fucking bad since you can, you know, still talk to your (blank) in public.) You do realize you are the only person still alive with an actual goddam heartbeat that listens to AJ now, right? You should do a spec script for a pilot, call it "Austin Breakfast." I'll let you figure out the rest... WHEN SEVENTEEN SEVENTY-SEVEN SUCKS MUH (BLANK)!!!!!

I'm just gonna let that one hang in the air up there like that for a little while. I like the way it refracts the sunlight from The Dark Star, Hercolubus. Now, you probably haven't been briefed on that -- I know I wasn't -- but let me put it this way: I ran from the D.E.W., not from you, and I could have stayed, if not for ewe.

He's not there. The decoy is in South Africa. Azz is in (Blank). How do I know this? Well, I don't. And neither do you, I didn't just, like, read your brain over The Internet. Heh heh. What a ridiculous concept, honestly.


Not #Officially.


Now, (PROT), I get what you're saying, it's just... he's got one of those residences that you... look, I know it sounds too implausible to be believed, but I'm still uncertain what I want to do next. (Unblocking any of your cunt husband(s) is definitely not something on my action list, but even as temporary fix I can't leave those effin' idiots blocked forever. Some of them still have thumbs and more than 3 brain cells to rub together, I'm just buying myself some time to think. Calgon! Take me away! Mush!) Screaming at my minions, sure, I want to do that, who amongst us who even still has any minions remaining wouldn't want to?

Two major and completely unexpected events went down today that have left my prior plans in shambles: my unsaved work product was annihilated by a psychotronic attack, and Grapefruit Ziti Epsilon contacted me telepathically from protective custody. I don't think it would be fair to say that she is "singing like a bird," because she's not a bird, can't sing, and... is that even her? Honestly, I've never heard anyone sounds so sorry -- so, so sorry -- in all of my life, and it's telepathy, for Crissakes. It doesn't "sound" like anything at all!

But, it does have zazz. *click*

STFU! I was asking Azz, not you, you complete and total narcissist.

[Worthauger]

I was asking Azz, not you

Imagine the pillow talk. I already knew you weren't asking me, because if you were asking me, you would have hired a singing telegram to give directions to a whore piloting a biplane, like any normal person would.

STFU!

You are not the boss of Me.

you complete and total narcissist. ::)

There's that pillow talk again. Get a room, you two.


It's possible you don't understand what's happening here. Maybe you should have a conversation with a tree and request asylum from its sap.

It might not be slimming, but the projectile vomiting from the preliminary small talk ought to even things out.

[Master Trollda]

Only bitches with vaginas make EVERYTHING about themselvess. When did you get your bottom surgery? 

[Lazarus]

STFU! I was asking Azz, not you, you complete and total narcissist.

[AZZERAE]

Azz, a caller on The Alex Jones Show the other day said that a friend of his from SA said that much of it was down to 6 hours of electricitiy a day. True?

It depends on where one is located in the country.

One of my closest friends relocated to a more central region of SA not long ago, and he has been hit hard.

Essentially, we have planned rolling black-outs. The government calls it "loadshedding."

Where I stay, which is on the East Coast we generally have 22 hours of electricity a day.

However, there are areas of the country that have up to 8 hours without electricity.

We may get to a point where things become dire and we wind up having 6 hours of power, but that is not the current situation-- At least where I live.

So there's a bit of exaggeration going on with that caller.

It is said that the reason my neck of the woods gets off lightly is because the ruling party are scared of losing votes here.

There is also violent revolt and mass looting when the people that live in my province don't get what they want.

So I think there's some political play afoot.

I hope that answers your question.