Were you actually halfway sane once?
Sanity is a færïe t∆¡Lμ
Like your relentlessly self-absorbed overt narcissistic metabiolrogramming which μou >Kkcling 2: election of the next aunt by §ür-FACE...[...]
TENT-SHUN. (YOU) know what (YUR) problem is?
>KNOW: Yew doan″T..!.
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What went wrong?
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Were you sucked into a black hole of psychic puke?
>KNOW..••7ī\/Ve slept together, īT on my chest, my hands clasped together betwixt īT. The mindless twitching, desperately seeking my 2nd urethral opening (did you ever know about that? One learns something new every day, but... I will admit, that was a gobsmackcür,) was not overly repulsive, but was a little bit over the creepshow line into FTAIO territory.
I could have dropped trou and allowed the scion to feed on my essence via the route thru my nether regions, but, number one, I knew that I was under 24/7 mil.spec.AV.surv.∆īl.ANTZ, and I frankly did not wish to share the intimate moment with a theatre-full of sweatμ-pantin′ & sweatin’ & swearin’ ŒBERNERDZ.
Imagine the stele. Ugh, puke¡just. Just puke, omfg. I surmised that the creature would not be lost for all Eternity if I did not choose to allow my essence to be used as t¡īT⁷zfuel—
&AND while I hope that is the case, the fact is that I really do not know for sure. Nevertheless, I felt that showing this event to the world was an abominable act that I would not allow my Self to be a party to any imaginary agreement thereof. So I laid back in “my bed,” I have to imagine the smell myself as I have been noseblind to my own dessicated odors since well before birth, I imagine... and went to sleep, as an Egyptian mummy would, my hands clasped together, on my chest, above my heart, with a being made wholly of living, conscious energy slowly either suffocated or starved to non-existence— D E A T H ; I believe is what You *yawn Mortal F∞⁷lz call the term.
When I awoke, SidhËīT^j¡!T was gone. As if īT had been merely a figment of imagination, pulled from The World Qf Dreams. For of course, that is EXACTLY WHAT‽
T¡s. A Figment From Beyond... The Firmament. Æī₹ëĒ^|ī⁷Œ№°¥ßqÛîD¡ŒTtμ. I had īT. WE HAD WHAT HAS BEEN SOUGHT BY ALL WHO >KNOW THE TRUTH OF L¥FE, THE PRODUCT OF YEARS OF PLANNING AND SCHEMING, BY MAN AND NIG!JE VNEG∅№NiGj AL!∅KEj!
Quite an accomplishment, in point of fact. I am, I suppose; half-way between savory and sanity at this point right now! For SI- -ïhīÏT ¡s GONE—
🌬️LIKE!¡!/\!ĪND💨
... and, 👁️⁴Ī, am content that I suck seedÆD at evading suck–çuck ÇE§§, and although I, as a ♂️, could have generated non-befouled urine for ‘Muh•ÇI°ⁿ to be nourished with... truly, there is NOTHING new... under THE•SON.
Sov. 🐽īT passed. From cuddled, lying in my warming embracement upon my chest where my titzⁿtætz would have been, had I NOT BEEN POISONED ⟩—»[thanks for the wrong formulations of SPED, you fucking assholes, you might know how to boil and fuck water, but NONE OF YOU KNOW A GODDAM THING ABOUT HUNGARIAN PAPRIKASH -or- READING A GODDAM STOLEN GRIMOURE DISGUISED AS A K∞Cz00>K, btw, REID, go fuck yourself, you ain⁷t even getting explosivåntorum out of me, you lying baby-stealing and fucking kitchenSITCH slit-twutch]⟨⟨ but since I was NOT INVOLVED IN YOUR COOKERY, AND THUS
NO INFORMED CONSENT
≈=≈
NO CONSENT AT ALL...
ERGO: INVALID APPLICATION OF NON-VALID CHEMISTRY STIMULATION.
Long story short: I don't even have to tell you all to go fuck yourselves. Yew did that already when you COMMODTIZED
DA_MULK...
And then you, all of you: guzzled all the cream for your yourselves, and let me slowly strangle on the dimes dimes PENNIES FROM HEAVENDimes that was all I was allowed to keep as my inheritance. Which was ALSO stolen. You fucking morons DELIBERATELY STUNTED AND FORCED MY NATURAL GROWTH INTO AN INADEQUATELY REPRODUCED AND ABHORRENTLY PROVISIONED SIDE-KICK TOMBŒORTī₹RARE-I-Uhm... what?
You wanted a caged turtle. So you put a turtle in your turtle and made a cage for turtles that don't turtle so good when they turtle their own turtles into their own turtles’ Taurean tor-pourtoise turtle-HEADZ.
So, you got what you expected to get — at least not a money-monkey with five asses for five backHIP§HIPinTYMESHIP clothing ,—| FOR W°Ï°NCE, YOU MONKEY POX DICK POXXED RAPING MURDERIING SHITHEAD PSYCHO FUK—<T,|— T _&_TaszHOLE🕳️ELOH„“æssHOlæ″″™, and, >KBOW, those aren't goddam typographical errors, I'm in fact calling you an asshole, FagHunter™, and you got your fucking caged volcel-fucking turtle that can tell stories and smoke whatevah without turning into a puddle of GOO.
It is not a design goal that you are always going to like, all the stories that īT has to tell. You stole everyone and everything that had or has any value to it at all. AND you billed me for a shitty bag of shitty speed at a MAGNIFICENT MARKUP OF 1,500%.
AFTER SURVIVING A GODDAM AMBUSH
ON FUCKING CHRISTMAS EVE
IN WHICH YOUR WHOLE CHRIST-†-FORSAKEN PLAN
BECAME TOTESTOTALLY UNRAVELED LIKE THE FUCKING
SWEATER IN THAT LOATHSOME SWEATER SONG BY THOSE
FAIRLY-TALENTED FARE-LEiGi-h-OWN′T JUKE±PUJE HEROES,
“Weezer”. Sorry, mEbrr... I know you like them. But that's largely because, as brilliant as you are, ewe are not the most sophisticated of appreciators of auditory delights. I'll be honest: you need to listen to more real sounds of music created by more real, more happy Ⓜ️∆№vv.
Were you actually halfway sane once?
Back to ewe b¡t¿H, ewe tyrb-uh Çï₹beauH∞∞r: I have of course been purrfectly sĀⁿ on many occasions, almost all of WUTCH wür SUBSEQUENTLY AND IMMEDIATELY followed by one of your STUPID MINION-FUCKING MINIONS TRASHING AND STEALING MY PROPRIETARY WORK-IN-PROGRESS proprietary techknowledgμ
What do you expect the
cognoscenti of the known worlds’ intellects to do? FUCKING WRITE GODDAM ASSEMBLY LANGUAGE CODE IN FUCKING LONGHAND? WITH A PORK-🫵YOU🫵🏿-PINE QUILL🪶PEN🦚COCKstencil? John Milton wrote “Pair-°⁰f-,DYÇEdi>KX×[LOSTin]” TRANZ in a graphite-LED medium. How about I harvest and squeeze some space squid DI≤K and make my own FUCKING Inc. INK LLC LLC llcWHOREZ ink, and make PURPLE COLOR to RITE™WITE
