Have ya read any good books lately?
I am still ½-way through
Jitterbug Perfume, and while I would like to finish it, number one, I get it all through sampling. Number two, I told somebody that I needed to talk to somebody about it and then I wanted to talk to her about it and then she acted as if talking to me about a book that she had initially wanted me to read wasn't the most exciting and exhilarating idea she had ever had heard of. (It's amazing how a relationship changes after the person that you're actually having a relationship with is trafficked to another dimension and replaced by a cunningly disguised Archon duplicate. I'm guessing most people don't see that coming: >kudos.) Way to go, Sir. I'm not sure how exactly I went from an asset to a liability so quickly, but once again amazing things happen when your lover is replaced by a cunningly disguised Archon-spawned duplicate. (Standards.) Perhaps they should have duplicated something effective for someone besides perhaps themselves.
Reminder: these people still have their guns and their weapons and their knives and their rings and their hats and their friends and their family and whatever passes for the reputation. I do not. Now, how much further is it felt that all this needs to be escalated?
It was at that point that I began to realize that I needed to assume that this woman was planning my death. She really wasn't planning for my life; Because no matter how milquetoast a person may seem to be, there are certain things that are not ever forgotten.
However, with context, things can change dramatically. I do plan to read
P.I.H.K.A.L. as soon as possible; but as proof of having read that book has been used to promulgate many evidentiary notions of certain kinds of behavior in certain people throughout relatively recent legal precedent, I'm being cautious to make sure that I read it at the right time, and that everyone knows it's for the right reasons.
It's not part of conspiracy to manufacture, it's not a conspiracy at all ... and the only thing I'm manufacturing is performance art. Because some of you unconscionably boorish and imbecilic douchemasters need to have your goddam heads examined and your toes brought down to earth and your high falutin’ and übersnobby ways brought back down to something sensible in terms of altitude.
It's literally the third copy of the book that I've owned and the first two were taken under peculiarly supernatural circumstances by people who apparently didn't want me to know what's in the book at all. (Extra-planat beings have seemingly never heard of The Streisand Effect.) I'm not even a chemist. I don't even want the chemical formulas. (Since I'm not a criminal conspirator... I can just Google them. Imagine how freedom feels: for it is no small thing.)
I just want to mock people who do. (Welcome to Amateur Hour, featuring special guest star: “Jew Heisenberg Jr.”) So far it seems I'm doing this quite readily without actually reading the book, which is quite the opposite of my intent. But for the time being I'm going to run with it because after losing seven (7) cars and 12 (twelve) cellular phones and an entire pseudo-quasi-proto family. Plus all my “friends” I ever met in my entire life, additionally losing my passports as well as my father's leather billfold and his firearms, both of which were cursed... Well, you get the idea.
WELL. EWE GET THE IDEA. WELL! WELL? pfft.
These people are not to be trifled with. Fortunately; I am not. It is instead: Ī, who has been trifled with by They.
