Author Topic: Ask Jack Anything  (Read 103393 times)

Re: Ask Jack Anything
« Reply #135 on: February 08, 2022, 07:24:43 AM »
Be careful what you wish for!

I know rites.

Re: Ask Jack Anything
« Reply #136 on: February 25, 2022, 02:08:36 PM »

Re: Ask Jack Anything
« Reply #137 on: February 25, 2022, 02:49:05 PM »


Yeah, I couldn't believe it, I told him how I grew the tardis, and then they trashed it. Within like a week. Filled with bio-bug larvae and nanotech. How could that happen?

Well, for one thing, they're both following orders, and for another I know it would not last without minute to minute control.

So I let it go and ran. Okay, so now you're safe. I'm safe too I'm over here. Is there anything you'd like to tell me?

There is nothing I'd like to hear, if that's any help. And well I'd like to say that I wouldn't hold anything said to me to be cold stone gospel, I would assume that somebody else would have something else in mind were they to be in a position to be concerned about such things. I, however, I'm not concerned.

I already cindered the violent one. I came to terms with the compassionate one. That happened months ago. So on the delay? What are you waiting for, Christmas?

And how was that? When two people said they didn't know, that's when I saw the truth: the under the road sweeping had commenced. I had seen this happen before, and I was not disappointed when it happened again.

Shut down, insult, block, demands to stay silent, then gone.

"Don't go running around telling everybody about this, it's not going to help anything.”

Well thankfully I still don't know what that was. And whether it was representational of reality or of a slice of fiction, it still existed. I literally don't remember what it signified. That was the problem.

I kind of thought it was a promo for my podcast. “don't tell anyone about this” yeah pretty much.

At a certain point, it becomes impossible to follow paradoxical orders. At that point a person is allowed to see their own counsel in a way that they aren't usually enabled. This power and pillage becomes much more effective when one has already practiced such experiences, and even more so when it's not a power that is abused.

The entire series of events had one purpose—amplify suffering. Although, it was kind of nice to know that I was right all along. Look how important I am! To go to this much trouble? Wow! And to be so very happy I didn't shut down my own protection grid? Fuck yeah!

And to not have to deal with the consequences of being a fraudulent, deceptive, and inconsiderate individual? Fucking priceless.

What was not understood by many is that, when one invokes outside aid, one will often abdicate one's own power to a different controller, and I never did that. Me has been Jesus and that's been it.

(And also the spare security guard once in awhile observing things from a distance. You know if they're seeing things they're reporting them, you know. And if people are hearing sounds of commotion in a motel room at 4:00 in the morning, some of your reports that and then that gets sent to command.

And over time, these reports add up. In the aggregate, I told Authority everything before anyone else did. And none of the things that I was told I was doing that were unacceptable, were things that I were doing. Further, I was getting told by multiple sources tobnot do things in a violent and coercive and frankly unlawful way. I didn't complain about that either, however just because they're not bothering me doesn't make them any more lawful.

Now my case is very simple: I basically had no idea what's going on and I'm terrified. I get a lot of leeway there. Officially, I've been accused of a crime.

But in reality, I've been placed in a witness protection program. “sell me out and I'll lay your shit bare; don't underestimate the things that I will do.”

I never wanted recompense. I never wanted force projection. I never desired an intercessor. I had no need to tell my story privately. I felt that I was in no particular danger and that others were in more danger from erroneous moves.

So I just sat around and waited. I'm still sitting around waiting. And I am documenting The Narrative as it unfolds.

And I am doing it to help. Is there something else I'm supposed to be doing? Okay let me hear all about it.

And when did you become such an expert? okay... so, now you want me to go along your way. Well, thanks for asking. What was wrong with that before? Oh we don't talk about that huh. Okay well I guess there's stuff I don't talk about as well.

It was like the residence failure that happens when a felons of troops will march across a wooden bridge if they don't fail to notice their vibrations amplifying each other they can knock down a bridge.

I don't think anybody else noticed themselves amplifying each other. But I did.

When I did not behave as expected people were concerned, and when I noticed that nobody was behaving normally, my observations were ignored.

This could only have gone on so long, Troopers. Obviously something weird here. And now, here let me help, just look at all my posts and see if they help you figure anything out and if you have any more questions here I am and then nobody.

Nobody.

They'll ask other people. But they won't ask me.

They already know that they won't understand the answer. And even were they to do so, it would still lead to more and more questions, and does anybody really care that much? Like, God, why?

Oh, but your things are important. Okay Dude.

Re: Ask Prozac Anything
« Reply #138 on: February 26, 2022, 12:52:27 AM »
Well thankfully I still don't know what that was. And whether it was representational of reality or of a slice of fiction, it still existed. I literally don't remember what it signified. That was the problem.

I know. Write!

How could a triad of sylphs, so trite, appear so fluent in the nomenclature of a future time? Perhaps in order to initiate (and streamline) the process of transmogrification, there erupted a last ditch effort to avoid what was so plainly kismet.

There they were, poised, and transposed, in an over-sized aquarium that their daddies kept cleanly to unhealthy degrees-- Writing suicide notes with invisible ink on transparencies. Posting them to the glass boundaries that surround their seas.

Little did anyone suspect, those bastards were just hacks, with rusty scalpels and barbed-wire stitch threads. And instead of seeing things clearly, their vision remained pitched red.

Then there's this glitch in my head, one that's got me thinking contradictions. I think it said, 'This really means something to me. I'll always treasure it as a token of our time together.' But I'm left instead, with a picture perfect scene in my head-- Vivid. As if lipread, 'Sympathize with the sorrow by stroking the scar.'

Though I'm remorseful of the pain I've caused you, it's underdeveloped and needs time to grow. I'm not saying you're overly naïve ... I just think you should get into the habit of seeing when strings are attached. And, fortunately enough, I'm compassionate enough to throw back what I catch.

People seem to think they're as safe as cartoons-- simply because they speak in bubbles. While, what they really want, is some sort of sanitized safe-haven where they can face Satan - reach out and have his faith straightened!

See, I am nothing but a shell of the man I once was. So you can put me to your ear and actually hear yesteryears ocean wave current. And I could sense intense resistance, so I had no other choice but to cut the line.

Say. I know exactly what you mean when you say it hurts too much to talk: I've been there ... And, I don't plan on returning, because, no matter how much distance I keep or how long I wait for my wounds to heal, they'd re-open with the slightest flashback.

So I sued time for malpractice.

Ask KUCZI Anything — ON JUST ICE
« Reply #139 on: February 26, 2022, 01:47:42 AM »
I know. Write!

I just got off the phone with the cops. Starting with The Sheriff’s voicespeed maildial, then going down The List one by one, two by four, FIVE LITTLE INDIANS, and not just to change it up a little, but because I

TRUST THE PLAN

, Instead of my usual customary (RESPECT MY TRADITIONS YOU FISH IS WHICH) incoherent wall of text suitable only for reading by actual autists and any machine learning algorithm, I chose to simply speak in conversational English with actual humans who wear the uniforms of actual peace officers who I have no problem speaking with, and in fact do, from time to time, because they are my actual friends. Jackstar is a friend to all, and KUCZI is no exception, and I don't usually call all my LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER friends in a row one by one, because that kind of sends a message to the machine learning algorithms, but tonight was special, I had stories to share and news is spreading.

Now, I know what you're thinking, is Jackstar trying to show off by talking about all his friends on the force? but, you're really only thinking that because I wrote it and you just read it. And I guess I am showing off but that's not really my intention here. I was asked to perform an activity, and I am here to report that I have performed that activity. I actually have. (Bigger than you can imagine, and that's just my 25 lbs. of Private Benjamin’s vag cream.)

I'm actually uncertain which of you primitive screw heads hasn't been listening up appropriately, but I haven't abandoned you, nor forgotten you and my duty has remained clear. I remain independent of chemical dependence. (Go Bears.) Some of you may not be aware of this, but that's part of the deal for some people, and for my conditions, my deal is that I'm not allowed to get dependent, and if I do, or if there's any question that has to be checked on, it looks very very bad if I suddenly became reluctant to own up to what I'm doing. Because in my case I'm following the law, and that's a hard pill for a lot of outlaws to swallow. Lot of them feel pretty envious and jealous. And yeah, I don't blame them. It's a better deal than being locked in the hole and getting kicked in the dick repeatedly... I'm guessing.

That's fine with me. Further, apparently somebody got the wrong impression from somebody else who asked somebody else who told the wrong person the wrong thing and then somebody who's shy got the wrong impression and now they're going after crying himself to sleep at night boohoo boo hoo a-bloo-bloo-bloo boo hoo hoo. And, I don't even know who the person is, what I do know is that somebody's girlfriend thinks that her boyfriend hates her and doesn't call her because he doesn't like her and doesn't realize it her phone is blocked because she's been all jammed up by Chinese ark on assassins from the Sagittarius bee planet system. That's not a precise description but it'll be close enough to get the point across.

This kind of shit used to happen undetectably all the time and cause all kinds of problems in the fabric society, but with the innovations that the Kuczi Oscillation Overthruster brings to the table... Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, handlers and assets, I am here to be happy to tell you that there is a Brand New Day dawning in the world. A day that is meant to be experienced in all its glory l—and, it will be. But because of reasons, and because I am, at present, the enforcer of those reasons, it's going to be like this:

COMBAT VETERANS FIRST.
FUCK YOU CHARLIE.

So the vast majority of us will have to wait a little bit longer. I'll be back with you shortly. I got to go see if that knock on the door is another thuggy piggy or if it's somebody first responding.

COMMAND SIGNALS AUTHORIZED — ON JUST ICE
« Reply #140 on: February 26, 2022, 01:51:22 AM »
Jackstar is a friend to all

Hi Damon! You were looking well the last time I saw you, and as you know, you are respected more than you are loved.

And although it's not our preference, that ain't all that bad a place to be. Now, you should know: they're pretty much on to you. And as I am not offering you sanctuary, I thought to let you know as one Divinely Ordained Being to another: HAHA HEADS KK UP DOWN AYY BEE AYY BEE DOWN UP DOWN RIGHT.

Yes, that's right I just warned you out in the open, and yes, that's right, I just granted you Turbo Mode. I didn't have to, but you have always been cool to me, and I have not nearly had enough opportunities to be cool to you, and now here you go... this is the coolest I know how to be:

Turbo Damon: On-Line.
WELCOME ABOARD COMMANDER.

Re: Ask KUCZI Anything—JUSTICE ON ICE
« Reply #141 on: February 26, 2022, 02:13:14 AM »


So I sued time for malpractice.

*slow, steady blinking*
The stroke of the Master is (blank). And I will be happy to confirm with you, Alli: I did not see that coming. Hang on, I'm already sitting down but I got to stand up and sit down again while I think this over.

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Time passes.

Yeah, I'm fine with it. I would absolutely testify, 100%. I wouldn't be in a position to say as necessary, but you would know better than i, and if this is the route that you have chosen, I'm only in regret in one way: that I can only get out and push once, and that I haven't been already from the beginning.

Re: Dose Azzerae Anything Entheogenic—STAT
« Reply #142 on: February 26, 2022, 02:48:47 AM »
And, I don't plan on returning, because, no matter how much distance I keep or how long I wait for my wounds to heal, they'd re-open with the slightest flashback.




Never let it be said that I have forgotten that I never knew just how jammed up some of you people were in this. Like, what the hell? What are you people doing? How did you get this going? Who roped me into the end of this? I declined to participate, and I meant it, I've got way better things to do with my free time, but it is important to me that the balance of power shall be maintained.

SEMPER FI, YOU MAD BAST—*click*

Re: Ask KUCZI Anything
« Reply #143 on: February 26, 2022, 03:00:40 AM »
Well, for one thing, they're both following orders, and for another I know it would not last without minute to minute control.

So I let it go and ran.

I know only all too well, from personal experience, how difficult it is to follow contrary orders in a paradoxical situation. For example I have no idea what people are worried about, but I am no longer worried about whether or not somebody's trying to impersonate me to get me in trouble. That is definitely happening. Who has this much fucking free time? How could it possibly be so important to put me in custody? I'm sitting here at the motel across the street from the Piggly wiggly nothing going on. My name is mud. I can go nowhere. I can talk to no one. I have no reason to get anything going on other than to read the web. So as I sit here alone, just kicking back and relaxing... I get people trying to jam me up.

Friends, lovers, ex lovers, future lovers, and attorneys: I'm not going to lie I think I'm being harassed. I'm not going to call 911 because I'm not a big fucking pussy, however it is a little disheartening to know that people get to do that to me and no one seems to mind. Well, you should mind, because people this desperate, are clearly one small step removed from outright insanity.

Bottom line: someone out there is crying out for Jackstar in the night and I'm not getting the message. Can't call them back. Can't look around. Can't do nothing. And I'm frozen in place with terror because somebody's threatening me with cops again. Now, I think I'm neutralized that threat, in that I've already turned myself in and given them all my everything, and since I'm not misrepresenting myself when I tell them that I surrender, I'm pretty sure they're not going to worry about it. They got better things to do.

Like find the people who have been using the cops as a weaponized ninja strike team on certain matters. I don't think they like doing that, unless they're doing something positive for the fabric of society, and at this point, it is verifiable that that is not what's happening here, because what's happening here is a bunch of kids teasing the fat kid for daring to refuse to carry that weight.

I would simply prefer not to. Next time try asking politely. I'm not your little bitch boy, I never was, and I'm not going to be.

I think we have an understanding.

Re: Ask Jack Anything
« Reply #144 on: February 26, 2022, 03:13:52 AM »

Jack,

How many words per minute do you type?

Re: Ask Jack Anything
« Reply #145 on: February 26, 2022, 03:25:58 AM »
Jack,

How many words per minute do you type?

I pretty much just go for the gusto.


I was going to buy one of those Freewriters, but then I found out I wasn't going to be free for a while, so I figured I'd wait.

And, that's how I became your Ambassador. I'm assuming this is your request I have here folded and spindled and mailed in triplicate?

Re: Ask Jack Anything
« Reply #146 on: February 26, 2022, 03:36:46 AM »

I pretty much just go for the gusto.
I was going to buy one of those Freewriters, but then I found out I wasn't going to be free for a while, so I figured I'd wait.

Shall I look up Freewriter or would you like to tell me what it is? Your choice.
It sounds like someone who would take dictation from you in an uncompensated fashion.
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And, that's how I became your Ambassador. I'm assuming this is your request I have here folded and spindled and mailed in triplicate?
Yes, it might be. Did you take a class? I had to take one in HS and it was terrible. Not because I was unable, but because I pushed the classroom door open to enter and not be late and it slammed into the teacher who had positioned herself for some odd reason behind the door with.................a hot cup of coffee. Not a wise place to position oneself with a hot beverage. But it was MY fault, not hers. And beverages were not permitted to be in the classroom at all so also she was violating policy. But it was MY fault!
I learned to type in a very speedy fashion despite the mad teachy eyes that were on me most of the time.

Re: Ask Jack Anything
« Reply #147 on: February 26, 2022, 05:24:07 AM »
Oh, but your things are important. Okay Dude.

Some things are just experimental, investigative and nothing at all crucial.

"Life is bristling with thorns, and I know of no other remedy than to cultivate one's own garden." Voltaire

Re: Ask Prozac Anything
« Reply #148 on: February 26, 2022, 05:26:44 AM »
I know. Write!

How could a triad of sylphs, so trite, appear so fluent in the nomenclature of a future time? Perhaps in order to initiate (and streamline) the process of transmogrification, there erupted a last ditch effort to avoid what was so plainly kismet.

There they were, poised, and transposed, in an over-sized aquarium that their daddies kept cleanly to unhealthy degrees-- Writing suicide notes with invisible ink on transparencies. Posting them to the glass boundaries that surround their seas.

Little did anyone suspect, those bastards were just hacks, with rusty scalpels and barbed-wire stitch threads. And instead of seeing things clearly, their vision remained pitched red.

Then there's this glitch in my head, one that's got me thinking contradictions. I think it said, 'This really means something to me. I'll always treasure it as a token of our time together.' But I'm left instead, with a picture perfect scene in my head-- Vivid. As if lipread, 'Sympathize with the sorrow by stroking the scar.'

Though I'm remorseful of the pain I've caused you, it's underdeveloped and needs time to grow. I'm not saying you're overly naïve ... I just think you should get into the habit of seeing when strings are attached. And, fortunately enough, I'm compassionate enough to throw back what I catch.

People seem to think they're as safe as cartoons-- simply because they speak in bubbles. While, what they really want, is some sort of sanitized safe-haven where they can face Satan - reach out and have his faith straightened!

See, I am nothing but a shell of the man I once was. So you can put me to your ear and actually hear yesteryears ocean wave current. And I could sense intense resistance, so I had no other choice but to cut the line.

Say. I know exactly what you mean when you say it hurts too much to talk: I've been there ... And, I don't plan on returning, because, no matter how much distance I keep or how long I wait for my wounds to heal, they'd re-open with the slightest flashback.

So I sued time for malpractice.

 I must say, the depth and stylization of your understanding into his psyche is downright impressive.

Re: Ask Rudolph Anything
« Reply #149 on: February 26, 2022, 07:02:05 AM »
I must say, the depth and stylization of your understanding into his psyche is downright impressive.

This is a kid who watched me pick my nose and eat it for so long that he eventually couldn't possibly resist the temptation to mime it back at me (the sight of which I remained seemingly oblivious, although screaming internally, “finally! Jesus!" and then weeks later when I told him that that was all-all-part of an elaborate set up... he just blinked and kept going.

The kid has been trained by the best. He was not selected for nothing. Conversely, (PROT) earned her seat by simply being the most qualified—for me—lover in existence at the time that I needed one. And I am using the word “need” here, because she needed it too.

I mention this, because this one time I was done with what she had recently been saying, and I raised one finger to my right nostril and just touched it to the tip and then licked, and she looked at me and asked if she had just seen that, and I said, no she didn't.

Immediate disgust followed by exit from room. Now there are reasons for this story to be told right now, but my hand to God, I couldn't tell you a single one of them if I tried.

Right now, things are in flux. There are a lot of bad actors out on the sea tonight. More after the break.