So, you are like a real psychotic?
I am so totally well-adjusted that if it weren't for substantial corroborative evidence freely available to me to check my work against, I'd literally be forced to conclude that I must have just simply died in my sleep and woke up in Actual Heaven. It's nice here. No, really. I'm good. And the likelihood is that will surely continue.
I miss my friend. I miss my family. But, due to
reasons, if I were around there, well... it wouldn't be any prettier. And when I was there, someone decided to drop the hammer, and they missed the nail. By a long, long chalk. Whoops!
I ain't even mad. I did the duty that was due. And if anyone else directly involved did, well... they sure had a unique interpretation of that. One that seemed to include the belief that everyone knew better than me, what was best for me. I assume this was due to the belief that I had a "Special Needs Trust" because I am "retarded." Yeah, well, believe what you like--all of all y'all certainly will regardless, and that's on record--but it makes little difference.
I respected the rights of others, as best as I knew how. Others, who shall remain unsingled out for now, simply did not respect mine. At. All.
And for all these reasons and more, I have decided to have these Others scalped; and to have their villages burned to the ground. I won't be doing this myself. I have people for that now. I'm bigger than Elvis. Fuck you. You all goddam know it, too. SAY MY NAME, WITCH.
Or--even better, since I am actually -not- a megalomaniac--how about, just, like, drop it? Let it lie, yokels. You had your fun. And I'm having all of mine and some of all of all y'alls too. So. Where is the psychosis? Come on, spill it. Present your charges. ("Alphabetically!")
Corrigendum
Well, that's the most obvious case of undiagnosed elephantids I've ever seen. Case closed. Alert the media: BOLO SNUFFLEUPAGUS.
Just imagine it. A world of neverending happiness. You could have always seen The Son... day... or night.
You had your chance to see The Light. Fortunately, from now on, you can all use My chance. Feel free. Plenty of nanotech to go around.
Never forget that there were those that wanted me just simply expunged from existence, in public view, humiliated, banished, and totes forgotten. Instead, I am a goddam legend and none of you will ever forget what happened here in the midst of the COIVD Apocalypse.
And I was hardly even trying. What the hell were you people doing? Well... if you had done it on the new network--My new Network, the MAGICK IN BLACK CONTENT DELIVERY & FLOWER GIFTING (HOOAH) NETWORK--maybe someone who matters might have seen something of it, and been actually impressed.
Oh, now, let me guess. There's another wave of psychotronic assault incoming, right? You're getting it all figured out, right? Gonna take me down a peg, eh?
Yeah, well. That might not work out so well for my benefit, and at this point, to get to me, all of all y'all are gonna have to go through HER.
Best of luck. You have no idea of the power that has been invoked as a result of recent events--events so momentous, it is only due to the very real threat of another gang of thuggie little piggies beating down my motel room door, prevents me from crowing with delight from the rooftops, like, WOW. That happened? Holy Jesus shitballs. Wow. Yep, that was going down, and no one thought to mention it to me, huh? Fascinating.
Okay, I'm going to take my scientific advancements and keep right on truckin', thanks. Thought I needed public adoration and all that energy of attention? Nope. Think I'm addicted to the fame and obsessed with the fortune and will do anything to keep a handle hanging on my brief brush with greatness? Negatory.
Do you for even a moment believe what I saw being done, that I was theorized to be affected by? Because I can assure you, 99% of all this rolled right off my back, and the itty-bitty bits that actually got through to any ill effect, why, thank you, I appreciate your help in finding undetected security flaws. Crowdsourcing my QA is pretty mandatory practice when you're, you know, working as a commando.
That's me. All my power is sourced from One Source. And it's worked out gangbusters. I bet some of you don't even know.
And, so much the better. I don't wanna scare any babies that might happen by. Seriously, is there anything more actionable than scaring a baby? Well, pretending to be one. Perhaps.
Admit it, Jack "My anus is bleeding". He's better than you. This is poetry.
Yep. I'm sandbagging, and I've been mentoring him off and on for, like, seven years. You know why the arrangement works?
Because he and I do not -need- each other, but you, all of you, all you little brave troopers... you all, in fact, need US.
And odds are, you always will. What, what are we, boring? Do we waste your time? Yeah? Well, easy answer then: MOVE ALONG.
Oh, right. Time loop. Matrix captives. Bottle fodder. For fuck's sake. "better than (me)." Hold the phone. Is that supposed to be something I'm unaware of?
He's probably the one who picked her out for me. /shrug. I don't see what everyone's problem is here. Why isn't everyone terrifically thrilled that Phase II finished on time, under budget, and completely rocks the known broadcast landscape world? Is it because I'm not getting raped enough? Well, the night is still young, but--can't rape the willing.
I wish I could describe to you the freedom I am experiencing in this moment. I can write, and publish, not just here, really, but basically anywhere I choose... and as I am clearly only doing so to defend myself, not a damn person can say thingy one or thingy two about it. I mean, sure, I guess, uh... call the cops on my for saying mean things on the Internet. That'll go over well. Believe me, the cops are WAY sick of being called to deal with Kuczi, and you know why?
I am so easy to deal with. Unless a person wants a gang of thuggie piggies to come and provide mercenary force. Tends to be unworkable when I am involved.
So, I can write and put on blast whatever I desire... because I only desire to put on blast, things that will assist everyone. Not just me. It's very high-concept. I just... do what I know in my heart is the best thing I can do for everyone. Period. And when that path is unclear, I have learned to sit. And wait.
And scheme. It works well. And making him better than me was -always- the plan. Just as coming out and looking like slacker-wastoid burnout garbage was part of mine. And, look, you all took the bait and ran.
Meanwhile, I almost have all the components I need for an important upcoming milestone goal, that being The (Blank). I'm kinda on the fence about this, nevertheless, important. And do you know why it is important? NO, YOU DO NOT.
I know this, because no one has asked yet. Sweet. That's a great way to maintain plausible deniability. At least that is what I heard.
