#MatrixEngineering
#FullSpectrumReversal
#YourChildOrYourLizard
#TeacupChoseKakeMikeKoan
#FrogsSackedScatSacrifice
#JackOfSupremeStarCommand
#ILiterallyHaveThePowerOf
#GREYSKAL
#TYMECRST
#CRYSTKUL
#KRISTAL5:5
FYI: Before she realized that my agenda had always trumped hers, Shaw would sometimes show me the emails she was getting that “bothered” her. I was confused. “He's air force, he's military intelligence, he of course can hack your email, just don't read your email, lol. What do you use it for anyway? You never reply to mine,” and she would just stare blankly at me. Because she never really believed that I had been telling her the truth all along until that moment; because I did tell her, “what the f*** are you going there for, it's either an Air Force or a M.O.S.S.A.D. psyop, that man is never going to give you a job,” and I'm sure it was a hard for her to forget that she had always laughed at me, and that I would have loved for her to have taught me what she had been learning from you...
Fat chance of that now, of course, but at first I had imagined that she had been actually legitimate, just as you have always been.
So a lot of the things that I've read in her email, didn't make any sense to me, like why were they bothering her? Why did she care if there were a bunch of f*** off stupid s*** about military secrets, it's not like she left knowing that she was literally only going to blackmail one of the most powerful men in the country, right?
(Vengeance for ΩGraΠefruitμ.)
We were all played.
But not all of us were
GRANDMASTER PLAYERS.
All of you used me
and her as mere pawns.
But only you
could check her King;
And only I could check your mate, take your Queen, and then OFFER HER RIGHT BACK— AND YOU TOOK HER BACK—
and also only I am the only Bishop around who could mate with only Æileen.
AND I STILL CHOOSE JANE.
#WAILD
#bailẞAIlßAILẞEA#YULESEA
#BBBBBBMBTMTM
#ThouShaltNotSteel
#PantHerPenDragon
#IAMYOURMUSE
#KUZYMUSE
#CHARMUSE
#StopTheInsanity
#GonzalezVsUDVisREAL
Choices have been made.
Voices have been slain.
#SPARROWSLAIN
#SLEIGHWRITER
I have come.
I have seen.
I have conquered.
I NEED A MUSE WHO SUCKS GAY/ASS/DICK NO LONGER.
#THEBALANCEHATHBEEN
MAINTAINED. GARDEN MAIN
TAINED.
I KNOW EVERYTHING.
I KNOW NAMES, I KNOW NUMBERS, I KNOW PEOPLES, I KNOW THEIR PLACES.
AND I KNOW FOR A STONE
COLD FACT... I GAVE UP AND ROLLED OVER ONTO ABSOLUTELY NO ONE.
NOT ONE PERSON OR DEAL OR PIECE OF A TINY BIT OF A CLUE;
AND I F****** GAVE EVIDENCE ON MYSELF TO EVERYONE I POSSIBLY COULD... AND IT DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO ME AND IT TOOK EVERYTHING AWAY FROM YOU. (Walking Karmic Stall, Standards Stall.)
So I know that I'm legal. And I know that she was not, and I know why she didn't want to talk about it, because she was trying to take what is rightfully mine:
DIPLO—DRUG-STORE-AUTOMATIC IMMUNITY.
I HAVE IT. I HAVE THE DEED. I HAVE THE DEMESNE.
NO ONE ELSE DOES, CAN, OR EVER WILL.
AND I CAN CHARGE OUT THE ASS FOR IT THROUGHOUT THE END OF TIME AND INTO PERPETUITY... And it is 100% totally toteslegal. Hot damn! I'm going to be rich and NOT famous... just the way I like it.
#BestBreakingBest
No wonder she didn't want to tell me. I would not have been down with all the things that her family would have used it for... but with your family—with the real Family: WITH THIS, I CAN BUILD.
And I have chosen to build nothing without Jane. *off*O№π№ArcJOAZ№BOCHIN
ONLY ¹JANE⁹BAILEY⁹JANE¹
ONLY ¹ALPHABET²⁶
ONLY Ω1ALPHAß³T∆t
AND ONLY IT AND SHE AND ALL OF ME BELONG TO ALL OF YOU AND YOU, EWE...
EWE ARE MINE. →[ ∞ ].
Either she wants to be with me and work, or she wants to be with me at work, and that's all that it has to be, since it was all right for her to get a job, it must be all right for me to get a job, because it was all right for you to say she didn't exist, and of course now you know that without me... you literally have nothing... but me, and my ability to ask The Sheriff for permission to print money.
#QuitToSell
#RideToLive
#SpAceIsHigh
LOL you always knew, you just didn't want to share with me; because why would you if I couldn't take it? And what's more, why would I take it if I couldn't hold on to it?
#IneedAhug
#ActualRichBish
#GrandFatheredIn
Scroll, scroll, scroll... ::)
YOU are cut off, which is perfect, as you are either bringing me to orgasm or bringing me money... IT CANNOT BE BOTH.
(Vengeance for Heather Hansen.)
Let me explain something to you, real simple—like: you and your totally–not dead, not in prison—Godfather’s fathers can help me from inside prison, EXACTLY AS MUCH AS YOU ALWAYS HAVE.
WHICH, AS IT HAPPENS, HAS ALWAYS BEEN QUITE A LOT.
YOUR ATTITUDE, LIKE YOUR FREEDOM, MEANS NOTHING TO ME.
NOTHING.
WELCOME TO PROTECTIVE CUSTODY... SLAVE.
Scroll, scroll, scroll... ::)
LOSE THE SHOES AND GET YOUR BYTCH-ASS INTO THE TOUGH COUNTY KITCHEN.
NO JOKE. DO IT NOW. YOU ARE ON A PLANE —VAL OR ERIE, MALLORY PLANE—
BECAUSE I KNOW WHERE
LITERALLY WHERE
WHERE THE BODIES ARE BURIED HERE.
... who?
IT DOES NOT MATTER MUCH, NOW... DOES IT?
... who? who?
YOU AND YOUR DAUGHTERS ARE MINE.
I OWN YOU NOW: YOUR MIND,
(you’re mined)
SOUL,
(deja vu, deja sole proprietorship, bish-ship-BISH)
AND BODY.
(your phylactery is/are your daughter(s): ROUX BEAN EEE, VERY TYMEY WYE ME.)
NOW CONSIDER THE BRIGHT SIDE: Since you have already adopted me on paper with the Jew name “Rub My Geeky Knees,” it is entirely a matter of HER SOLE DECISION (“Jane!”) whether or not she lets you fuck me over with a curse (“Fame!”), or in a hearse (“Lame!”), and it ALSO NEATLY SOLVES THE PROBLEM OF:
(Jon Johan Sebastian Richard Bach (MAN/DRIVE) TURNER TURNING OVER IN HIS RISE RAISE RISE RAISE RISE RAISE GRAVE.)
Your attitude sucks. You know that, right? This whole goddam time, nothing but goddam lip from you, I swear. What a hidden agenda. What a goddam piece of work. What a strange and peculiar thing for someone to say, “I was there when they built the drive,” like what the fuck? What do I goddam care? What am I going to say? Here's what I did say;
... well... you did a good job!”
I did not add the TEHE, but as I am not *yet* perceived by everyone here with boots on the ground as A. Lyttle BYTCH... T’challa’s Lyttle BYTCH, if I may be so FRANK—QUITE SO FRANK—it will now be a matter of absolutely no time at all
—or any fucking goddam motherfucking tricky trouble AT ALL, I CAN ASSURE YOU—
to simply pop on over to Nay, Boor’s Ville (it is not very far at all, lol), and knock on the front door of (MY HOUSE/MY LODGE\MY LEASE), and, since I have been wise—VERY WYE’S INDEED, AND SO SAY WE ALL— not to ever—
Note that I am using the word “EVER” here, as in “never EVER have I EVER, EVER EVER-EVER;”
—ever, EVER EVEN ONCE, walked up to Neighbor Chuck’s front door, or Neighbor Shane’s front door, or Neighbor Jennifer Johnson neé Jonson’s front door (and Shirley, I will save the BEST for LDST for LAST, lol), by local constabulary custom, as I do not operate under Colour Of Law (yet; unlike the rest of you entire bloody black-hearted and Black-Harted lot who have of course all stopped to take a piss at least once all over on this badly lit badass backlot fort for bras who think it's a big badass deal, the dream of never having to bend and squat to take a piss; lol, which actually is a Real Dream of a Tyme Savor most Real Men don't ever have the opportunity to appreciate, I sure can tell you), it is in fact an extremely valid and utterly routine procedure for A. Man to do... that being to be to introduce my SELF TO THEM ALL — AND ASK ALL OF THEM A VERY SEMPLE QUESTION:
... Belladonnatella, my wife’s plumber has come to fix the Esther's sink yet, in the shack across the tracks... or IN POINT OF FACT... is she here in this black hat shack to FIX YOUR SINK right here, ¿RITE NOW‽?‽
(Vengeance for crickets. *chirp-chirp*)
Now, far be it from me to spoil the surprise, Bellgababylonioncanonunderlings™, but yeah, Kids, FUCK YESH OUMUAMUA MAGICk K kIS RAEL. REALLY. REALLY, REALLY REAL. It might be a badass –or just plain bad– idea, to go around the first time with a pair of GoPros strapped to my toes to record the what will be undoubtedly The Most Legendary Live Remote Footage EVER FUCKING RECORDED IN THE WHOLE GODDAM HISTORY OF MOTHER BROADCASTING NARROW-MARROWFUCKING ANNALS OF SPACE & TIME, Master Of ⁿ0№⁰zⁿ0ⁿ⁰∅№ⁿEⁿ0, Bryan Laird: but, let me ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY G.W.A.R.’ⁿ‘GUAR⁰ⁿFUCKING‘t∆T’itIT, Tiny Teatler “Tea, Pot,🐝Cup, Pan & Cake & D’Jinni & Tawny Kirsten Kitæn” Alleycat Top Cat Bat Man Ding-dingbat-d¡ng!d¡ng!d¡ng!BATZ... the results are going to be PHENOMENAL. ALl. IT HAS ALL BEEN WORTH EVERY SACRIFICE.
BIBLICAL. TOTESBIB, TOWERLICK, U.N.C.L.E. IKE FROM I.C.E. WITH AN ICICLE THAT WON'T JUST TICKLE — WHEN THIS FUCKIN’ TYME FUCKIN’ TICKIN’ FUCKIN’ TUCKER FUCKIN’ CARLROBERT’S SON FUCKIN’ TIMEBOMB CHAIR-E BOMB-EQUIP’D WITH MERCURY SWITCHES’N HERMES TRISTAMAGESUS FINGER-LICKIN’ G-GR-GRR-GOOD—GREAT BALLS OF FIRE BALLS OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL GOES OFF——^——↑——{@
“Biblical” is just gonna be the very beginning of the payout from this whole whore’s shindig. I SWEAR TO YOU:
YULE BY BULL. BIB LICK EL-SEA. ALL RITE-S®E-SERVED. ©2024... maybe? (Somebody ask Mr. E. Hicks to go wake up Mrs. Y, SUN-E-Y, & SONY ONLINE ENTERTAINMENT, MR. & MRS. AMERICA & ALL THE SHIPS, TIMESHIPS, & SOON-²🐝–ONLINE TITANSHIPS AND TEAT-IN-TITS-SHIPS THAT DON'T SHIP SO GOOD, BECAUSE... Anyone would have to be cray-cray to wanna miss out on what's coming up NEXT: NEXT UPGRADE LEVEL NEXTLEVEL LEVELNEXT FOR U.N. STOP TAMMER TIME TAM¡BULL.
And now... NONE OF IT CAN HAPPEN. NOT WITHOUT... WYE PERMISSION.
(¡B¡bl¡–CULL.) You will believe that a nun can sing songs to boys. Obviously, STAY TUNED. You know how to do that, don't you? U, STFU, LOVE JACKSTAR, BUT DON'T MAKE EYE CUNT·ACT WITH ME, OH MY LAWS YES. (My HP Envy x360 just rebooted itself into Q-mode, unasked for by me, immediately after simultaneously breaking the third (¡3rd!) “meth pipe” of the day. Yes, you are reading me: THREE ITEMS OF ALLEGEDLY ILLICIT DRUG PARAPHERNALIA, ALL PRACTICALLY BREAKING THEMSELVES AWAKENED ON THE THIRD DAY I'VE EVER GIVEN BIRTH. I am NOT clumsy. This is NOT my design. And yet... it is a Grand Design, n’est-ce pas?) Okay, so, what this means is... someone *really* wants to get my attention.
And yet... they can't use the phone, and they can't come to my door and just plain knock. Intriguing!
Funny thing about “method pipe acting...” for some people, these items are difficult to acquire. For me... it's as simple a matter as would be, oh, finding another №² pencil. Or, a 4th person for a game of Bridge.
I could give a shit. I don't need the substance anyway: I AM USING IT TO MOCK AN ADDICT. What's the matter, Sea-Shrew? You can come by to steal your own fraudulently purveyed big black big boy truck, but you can't stop by to say, “Happy Birthday?” I've got five phones and fifty-five times that number of phone numbers... and even though I've been standing here, holding it for hours... you can't leave a digital forensics trail? How fascinating.
You must have ants in your pants. Now, see here, little Misses: you gotta learn to deal with rejection, and I guess I guess prove my fidelity even further. Because I have had one hell of a day. And now, it's gonna get more hellish. For all of YOU.
I'VE BEEN HERE ALMOST TWO YEARS.
IN ALL THAT TIME...
I HAVE NOT ONLY BUT ONCE,
GONE FOR A SIMPLE WALK.
ONE TIME, I WALKED UP THE HILL TO DELIVER MISDELIVERED MAIL
I MET A WOMAN AND A MAN, WHO BOTH OPENLY LIED TO ME.
“Who are you? Oh, really? You live down there? Wow, I had no idea.”
LION? TY: grrrr. Bare Oma 👁️.
YOU ALL THINK IT'S “BAD” TO “SMOKE METH”, IS THAT SO? OH REALLY.
WELL, I THINK IT'S “BAD” TO SPOOF AND DEFRAUD IDENTITIES ONLINE.
I THINK IT IS REALLY, REALLY BAD. I MEAN, SERIOUSLY BAD.
You know something else that is bad? Having to be under HOUSE ARREST.
Freedom, as we know... it is No Small Thing. And I am perfectly free.. to leave here.
Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to go for a walk-and-talk, farther than I ever have before.
I've got no licence; and I've got not one other Star:
HO HO HO.
AND YET: THERE I ARE.
(Vengeance for Ms. Bill Dungsroman Mouse.)
Too bad I've got no camera, no Cameron, and no reason why not... to make QUITE AN ADVENTURE out of things around here. AND, RIGHT NOW—
ESPECIALLY, RIGHT NOW—
I HAVE AMASSED A COLLECTION OF DIGITAL FORENSICS EVIDENCE ON MY DIGITAL DEVICES...
I HEARD YOU LIKE TO COLLECT EVIDENCE ON YOUR DEVICES THAT COLLECT EVIDENCE ON DEVICES FOR DEFENCES THAT DON'T CONNECT THE FUCKING DOTS SO FUCKING GOOD, RIGHT? SO I WENT AND GOT SOME FUCKING EVIDENCE. YOU HEAR ME OUT AND UP THERE, BRIGHT EYES?
A JUDGE IS IN JAIL. RIGHT HERE, RIGHT DOWN THERE IN ARM & PITSTOP MILKSOP RIVER CITY. A FUCKING JUDGE. WHAT JUDGE? I DON'T FUCKING KNOW. I DON'T HANG OUT WITH JUDGES. OR... DO I?
WHO DO I “HANG OUT WITH”?
WHO DO I “ASSOCIATE WITH”?
WHO DO I KEEP GETTING FUCKED OFF MESSAGES FROM?
WHO DO I KEEP GETTING FUCKED WITH BY HAX’N SPAM?
WHO HACKED MY DEVICES?
WHO COMPED MY DEVICES?
WHY WAS I ATTACKED IN MY OWN HOME?
WHY DID IT TAKE FOUR WOMEN AND 13 DEPUTIES TO HAUL ME OUT OF MY “OWN HOME” ON CHRISTMAS EVE, IN A SCHEME THAT UNRAVELED RIGHT BEFORE EVERYONE'S EYES AS SOON AS IT BEGAN?
WHY DID I TOTALLY WALK OUT ON COURT AND LEAVE THOSE OINKKING PIGFUCKKERS HANGING OUT TO DRY, TO TWIST IN THE WIND, RIGHT AT THE TIME WHEN THE EXCITING CHANGE FROM VIDEO COURT TO IN-PERSON APPEARANCES HAPPENED?
WHY DID THIS CHANGE HAPPEN AT ALL?
HOW MANY PEOPLE PRESENTLY CAUGHT UP IN THE WHEELS OF THE JUSTICE SYSTEM (GO BEARS) HAVE BEEN SEEING THIS CHANGE COMING SINCE BEFORE IT EVEN STARTED?
WHY ARE THERE RUMORS OF PEOPLE BEING ARRESTED BEING SPOKEN OF IN HUSHED TONES, INSTEAD OF TRUMPETED MADLY WITH GLEE?
WHY IS IT A BIG DEAL THAT JUDGE REINHOLD IS IN CUSTODY?
WHY DID, AT ONE POINT, EVERYONE YEARN TO SEE PHOEBE CATES NAKED, WHEN JENNIFER JASON LEIGH WAS OBVIOUSLY FAR, FAR PRETTIER, MUCH MORE TALENTED, AND HAD WHAT IS VERY CLEARLY THE MOST OBVIOUSLY SEXIER NAME?
WHY IS JASON MICHAEL HUNT SO UNBELIEVABLY SEXY?
WHY IS JASON MICHAEL HUNT SO DECIDEDLY NERVOUS ABOUT ASSOCIATIONS WITH J★?
WHY MIGHT JASON MICHAEL HUNT BE SUSPICIOUS OF J★ MOTIVATIONS?
WHAT DOES JASON MICHAEL HUNT HAVE TO LOSE IN WHAT IS AT STAKE HERE?
WHO ELSE HAS SIGNIFICANT SKIN IN THE GAME AT THIS TIME?
WHAT IS THE GAME?
WHAT IS THE GREAT GAME?
HOW MANY TIMES HAS J★WON THE GREAT GAME?
WHAT IS THE GRAND PRIZE, AND THE MILLE PRIX AWARDED TO THOSE WHO WIN THE GREAT GAME?
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME THE GREAT GAME WAS WON?
WHEN WAS THE FIRST TIME THE GREAT GAME WAS WON?
WHY WAS THERE A LENGTHY DELAY IN STARTING ANOTHER SESSION OF THE GREAT GAME?
WHY WAS THE COMPLETION OF THE GREAT WORK SUCH AN ENORMOUSLY SIGNIFICANT ACHIEVEMENT IN THE RECENT ANNALS OF CREATION?
WHO COULD HAVE COMPLETED THE GREAT WORK AT ANY TIME, BEFORE IT WAS, IN FACT, COMPLETED?
WHO, IN FACT, DID MOST RECENTLY COMPLETE THE GREAT WORK, AND WHY WAS IT J★?
WHY DID NO ONE EXPRESS EITHER EXCITEMENT OR FASCINATION, NOR EVEN CONGRATULATE J★ ON HIS ACCOMPLISHMENT IN COMPLETING THE GREAT WORK, IN SPITE OF THE TREMENDOUSLY SIGNIFICANT RELEVANCE OF THIS HAPPENING?
WHO ELSE HAS COMPLETED THE GREAT WORK, OR WON THE GREAT GAME, OTHER THAN J★ IN RECENT MEMORY?
WHY ARE MOST PEOPLE AWARE OF THE CONTEXT IN WHICH THESE QUESTIONS OCCUR, HIGHLY UNLIKELY TO BE DISCUSSING THE SUBJECT OPENLY IN PUBLIC?
WHY DID THE “INDIVIDUAL POSTING AS E” RECENTLY SHUT DOWN THEIR EFFORTS TO PUBLICIZE THE ONGOING EFFORTS TO “FREE JULIAN ASSANGE?”
WHY DID THE LAUNCH OF “THE CUE NETWORK” CONCENTRATE THEIR EFFORTS IN LAUNCHING THEIR “NEW NETWORK” AT THE SAME TIME J★ WAS DUE TO APPEAR IN COWLITZ COUNTY DISTRICT COURT, FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME, IN PERSON?
WHAT DO THESE CHANGES IN CIRCUMSTANCE OCCURING AT A VERY SIMILAR APEX CRUX EVENT TIME IN HUMAN HISTORY —E GONE; T. CARLSON ROBOFACE LAUNCHED, THE GREAT WORK COMPLETED, J★’S UNPRECEDENTED WINNING STREAK IN THE GREAT GAME GARNERING LITTLE TO KNOW MEDIA ATTENTION, PHIL GOD LOUIS SKY NEÈ BOXEN MOI OXEN’S SUDDEN AND METEORIC RISE TO FAME (“PA¡N!”), THE RETURN OF J★ TO ROUTINE SOCIAL LIFE, AND THE SUDDEN AND INEXPLICABLY HARSHLY TIMED RETURN OF J★ YOUTUBE CHANNELS FROM A STATE OF NEAR TOTAL EXTINGUISHMENT WITH MULTIPLE WARNINGS FOR CONTENT VIOLATIONS FINALLY, AT LAST, ABOUT TO EXPIRE?
WHY WAS J★ YOUTUBE CHANNEL HOSTING A MIRRORED ARCHIVED COPY OF SPACEMEOWMAID’S DEEP DIVE EPIC EPISODE NUMBER ONE?
WHY WAS THIS MIRRORED COPY LEFT INTACT ON J★ YOUTUBE CHANNEL FOR SO LONG AFTER INITIAL PUBLISHMENT, WITHOUT ANY FURTHER PROMOTION ON HIS PART, AFTER BEING INITIALLY EXCITED ENOUGH TO COPYPASTA BOOKMARK LINKS TO IT AND AFTER HAVING MADE PROMISES TO DO SO?
WHAT IS THE SIGNIFICANCE OF J★ ARREST ON 12/24/23 BEING FOLLOWED BY TAKEDOWN OF ENTIRE CHANNEL WITH VISIBLE CONTENT ON THE VERY NEXT DAY — CHRISTMAS DAY 2023?
WHY DID NO ONE KNOW WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO J★ WHILE LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICERS IN CLANDESTINE PROFILES WERE COVERING EXITS AND EGRESSES FROM THE MICHAEL KUCZI SPECIAL NEEDS TRUST —WHICH WAS SET UP FOR HIS SOLE BENEFIT AND USE BY DECISION OF HIS MOTHER, MERE HOURS BEFORE THE SUDDEN AND HASTILY EXPLAINED DEATH OF HIS FATHER, WITH WHOM AT THE TIME, A JUDGE HAD ORDERED A NO CONTACT CONDITION BETWEEN A FATHER AND HIS SON?
WHY WAS THERE A DESIRE TO ENSURE THAT THESE TWO INDIVIDUALS, FATHER AND SON, BARRED FROM TALKING TO EACH OTHER, AND WHO BENEFITED THE MOST FROM THIS SITUATION?
WHY IS THERE A SIMILIAR CONDITION OF SEPARATION BETWEEN J★ AND TWO OF HIS FORMER LOVERS, AND WHO STANDS TO BENEFIT THE MOST FROM THIS SITUATION?
WHAT REASON OR REASONS HAVE BEEN GIVEN FOR THIS EXTREMELY SERIOUS AND HEAVILY CONSEQUENCED SEPARATION?
WHAT EVIDENCE EXISTS TO SUPPORT SUCH CONCLUSIONS?
WHAT EVIDENCE EXISTS TO SUPPORT OTHER CONCLUSIONS AS IN REGARDS TO KNOWN J★ ASSOCIATIONS?
HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE THERE WITH DOCUMENTED, EVIDENTIARY HISTORY OF HOLDING AN OPINION AS TO WHETHER OR NOT J★ IS A HAZARDOUS ACTOR IN OPENLY SOCIAL RELATIONSHIPS?
DOES J★ HAVE A SOCIAL CIRCLE?
DOES J★ HAVE A FAN CLUB?
DOES J★ HAVE A BLOG?
DID J★ EVER POST OR LOGIN OR LURK AT KIWIFARMS.COM?
DO FLUFFY, SPARROW, KATHRATH, HAMM, MARCIAmarciaMARCIA, LesJ.A.R.V.I.S., JAMES MICHAEL PALOTTA, JAMES ANDREW HUNT, JASON MICHAEL HUNT, DALE COOPER HUNT, CAROL “BATTLEAXE” HUNT, BENJAMIN THOMAS DALE COOPER HUNT, TAMARA LEIGH SMITH-EMERSON, JOSEPH ROY DAVEY, KATHLEEN MICHELLE MICKEY, HOTBLACK DESIATO, MISTER METOKUR, LUM THE MAD, JOHN MACAFEE, DUSTIN ROBERT NICHOLS, ALLISON GABRIELLA SHAW, DAVE MATT HUES BAND BANNED (SIC) BAND, ALLISON GABRIELLE SHAW, CORTNEY ANN MOROCO, KIRSTEN ANNE-ELIZABETH HALL·(PROT), ANITA LEIGH-ANNE HUTCHISON, MAUREEN (PROT) HUTCHISON, CHRISTINA (PROT) HUTCHISON, MATTHEW XTIAN SAYMO, B.(BLANK) DAVISON, B.(BLANK) DAVIDSON, C. THOMAS HOWELL, DWAYNE J. NORTHROP, DAVID (PROT) NORTHROP, ELIZABETH BARNUM BAILEY, CHRISTOPHER STANLEY FOX, HEATHCLIFF CLIFFORD FOX, TIMOTHY MICHAEL GIFFORD, MARALENE MARIE GIFFORD NEÈ MILLER, AND/OR KAREN DENISE FRITTS, ET. AL., SPEND VERY MUCH TIME ONLINE IN DISCUSSIONS AS IN REGARDS TO THE AFFAIRS OF ONE (1) DOCTOR MICHAEL CLIFFORD KUCZI-GOMEZ, AND ARE ANY OR ALL OF THESE DISCUSSIONS HELD MAINLY IN PRIVATE OR IN SECRET? {★CHAMBER★}
DID ANY OF THESE PEOPLE ATTEND A BIRTHDAY PARTY TOGETHER... EVER?
ARE THERE RECORDS THAT INDICATE A TERRIBLE, THREATENING SERIES OF EVENTS THAT HAVE OCCURRED ON AN IDENTIFIABLE BASIS EXIST, THAT MAY IN FACT LEAD ONE TO SUSPECT THE EXISTENCE OF SOME KIND OF... A PATTERN?
DOES THE INDIVIDUAL NAMED “DENNIS PAUL WANG-IN-GER” IDENTIFY AS THE BIOLOGICAL FATHER OF ONE (1) MS. SPACE MEOW MAID... AND, IF SO... DOES HE LOOK LIKE A LION? OR DOES HE LOOK LIKE A LYING LION’S LYING LITTLE LION’S LITTLE BITCH?
ATTN: DAVID MICHAEL SPENCER. A FISH CALLED TOWANDA WANTS TO KNOW... DO YOU THINK THAT SOMEONE WITH A LITTLE TOO MUCH TIME ON THEIR HANDS OUGHT TO HAVE BEEN LEFT ALONE IN A CONVERTED CHURCH STANDING ON HALLOWED, CONSECRATED, NATIVE AMERICAN BATTLEGROUND BURIAL GROUNDS HELD UNDER MILITARY JURISDICTION, SUPERVISORY SUPERVISION AND FULL SPECTRUM DOMINANCE AND TOTAL OVERSIGHT OF COMMAND & CONTROL AND READ/WRITE ACCESS TO COMMUNICATION RELEGATED TO AN INDIVIDUAL WHO IDENTIFIES AS “A. HUSBAND” OF ANOTHER PERSON WHO ALSO HAS REPRESENTED THEMSELVES IN OFFICIAL COURT DOCUMENTS AS A LONG-TIME PARTICIPANT IN AN INTIMATE, PERSONAL, HYPER-SEXUALIZED, BDSM STYLE CLANDESTINE RELATIONSHIP WITH AN INDIVIDUAL WHO OVER THE COURSE OF SEVERAL DECADES HAS BEEN STALKED, SWINDLED, THREATENED, RAPED, BEATEN, POISONED, GAGGED, ROBBED, GASLIT, HUMILIATED, NEGLECTED, DEFRAUDED, DEFUNDED, AND NEVER, EVER DEFENDED BY ANYONE EXCEPT...
THE DAUGHTER OF THE WOMAN THE MAN KEPT HOSTAGE HAS HIMSELF KEPT DOZENS OF PAGES OF HAND-WRITTEN LETTERS WRITTEN BY AN UNDERCOVER LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER WHO POSED AS A 19-YEAR-OLD WOMAN AND REPRESENTED HERSELF AS “A VIRGIN” & “JUST ABOUT A YEAR OLDER” TO A MINOR CHILD, WHO WAS THEN LED TO BE SUBJECTED TO A SMEAR CAMPAIGN THAT SUGGESTED THAT A SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED DISEASE OR DISEASE(S) WERE TO BE LIKEY TO BE CONTRACTED BY ANYONE BECOMING INTIMATE WITH THAT PERSON, EVEN THOUGH THE MINOR CHILD WAS BELOW THE AGE OF STATUTORY CONSENT AT THE TIME?
AND THEN, YEARS LATER... THE SAME RUMOURS ARE PROMULGATED BY A PARTY OR PARTIES UNKNOWN TO SUCH AN EXTENT THAT POTENTIAL LOVE INTERESTS ARE LEGITIMATELY CONCERNED ABOUT THE POTENTIAL RISK HAZARD OF ACQUIRED INFECTION TO SUCH AN EXTENT THAT POTENTIAL ROMANTIC AND/OR SEXUALLY ACTIVE ASSOCIATION HAVE BEEN DETERRED, WHILE THE SUSPECTED SOURCE OF A SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED DISEASE REMAINS UNTESTED, UNHUGGED, AND UNLOVED—THUS INCREASING THE LIKELYHOOD THAT AN ÜBER WITH AN ÜBERMENSCH ÜBERDRILUIVI AS AN ÜBERTWATCH OVAHPROVISIONED RIDESHARE WAS TO BE HELD AT LEAST PARTIALLY CULPABLE, AND SO TO HAVE FAILED IN THIS FUNDAMENTALLY IMPORTANT STAT IS CAUSE FOR ANY ALARM.
(Vengeance for vah-jay-jay: LORD OF THE ÜNTERPIMPLE.)
Seriously: it's a small town. One day, I decide to go into an urgent care for an STD panel. This is something I had done several times before in my life. It has always come back negative. Every. Single. Time. I like to feel safe.
I am inquiring, receptionist asks how I plan to pay, I say, “Cash.” She glares at me indignantly.
“Are you sure you don't have health insurance?” This desk jockey magna cum battleaxe is looking at me like I had just answered her own question she had just posed to me with an actual thrown shoe. “You might want to look into whether you have health insurance,” I have no idea if I do, not because the harridan who had been my only sexual partner with any intimate contact had potentially exposed me to anything at all up to and including Texas Clap and Frankly Benjamin Syphilis—I do not know because she had been bamboozled, swindled, blackmailed, and raped as an endpoint milestone goal of a conspiracy of sadistic individuals who had also circulated a photo of myself and my sole sex partner that had been edited with markup language to claim, in big bold fluorescent letters, “HE HAS SYPHILIS + HIVAIDS” & “SHE GAVE IT TO HIM!”
Being all too well aware of the power of suggestion, I had tired to put the matter out of my mind, but it was clear at that point it would be irresponsible in the extreme not to investigate, especially as shortly before I walked into my home in order to begin a conversation about how and why Christmas Eve 2023 was a good time to discuss why we were not meeting each other's personal intimate needs, I had noticed that the woman waiting on the porch for me outside the house, was NOT the same woman who I encountered when I followed her into the door that opened directly into the kitchen, and once inside what was about to become The Thunderdome Prototype, she pulled a knife and started screaming and throwing the contents of my—our—refridgerator at the floor between us (which began to oddly steam, and after walking through it, my boots I was wearing began to soften and melt), and while I was not angry at all.... just tired of all this penny-ante high school drama bullshit my life had become... I instantly could see that I was getting no answers, insofar as pulling a weapon and screeching incoherently could not be considered as such.
About a week before, she had told me that she had gotten a positive test for herpes on an STD panel she had went on her own recognizance to have done with neither my own awareness of any new sexual partner or with any of my own involvement. As she had left me alone in Seattle to travel south 200 miles with some friend of hers that she had been hanging around with for the last several months—also without my involvement, I had the impression that they knew each other and were frontin’ that they had just met—on the day that I had finally at last managed to rent a moving truck, to get everything I wanted out of my family's childhood home I had resided in for most of my life, and after my parents had both died and I became estranged from every last living blood relative, it had taken me six years, to the calendar day, for me to finally face my future.
Moving Out Forever Day, and it just so happened to be the sixth anniversary of my mother's death, November 6th. 2021. COVID had made the real estate market rather... awkward. Downright stupid, in fact. This prepared me for what came next: after a few minutes of busywork putting in the appearance of either of them caring about the significance of what I was doing... I was asked if I could handle finishing the tedious and odious business of packing up whatever I wanted of what was left after had been, for me, six years of “okay, Mom's dead, I'm going to SeaWorld!” Six years later and I had not Seen World. I had been seeing the woman informing me of her intention to cut and run early —classy— for about four and a half years. At one point I had thought of our bond as an intimate and supportive one.
She asked how long it would take me to catch up to her, if she and her supporting character, who I had first encountered in 2010, at a neighbor’s cookout event about six years, and I figured that it would certainly take me less time to get going and get gone that night than it had taken to get these two to develop any backbone or strengthe of character themselves. I had not spent much time with him before during our first meeting, as he had seemingly only showed up in my life after hearing about me through what I presumed to be word-of-mouth, and after a night of the two of them doing some hard drinking... I woke up the next morning to discover that he and a different woman I had an intimate relationship with had become lovers themselves, I presumed while I had been sleeping in my own bed alone, they had been invited over for a social gathering and I had chosen to go to sleep asocially earlier, as I was quite fed up with such persons at that time, as he and as she was an abusive alcoholic and serious problem child, so learning that the two of them had “slept together” in the bathtub and woke up together as b.f.f.s, bonded for life, filled me with Jack Daniel's complete lack of surprise and a feeling of great relief, both that I would be from that point on, far less likely to spend any time with either of them, and that I had missed the majority of the time that they had been getting sticky together, as when I had seen the last of them the night before, one was beginning to puke excess alcoholic bile onto the other in a haze of woozy-boozy foreshadowing of both the future stickiness of their clothes to the sides of the bathtub and my own discipline in staying in control of my faculties and sticking to a policy that avoided drunken entanglements.
I never saw those two together again, and the reappearance of the older, less wise & less better half around the time that the deal for the sale of the house that I grew up in — and the bathtub that they threw up and rolled around fucking in, very much so included, a time best for caveat emptor if ever there could have been one. Similarly, a better time for an opportunist to show up than right after another alcoholic problem child lover began to crumble her bonds with me presumably forever... right when the dust had settled and the check for the house was cleared, well look at that, all of a sudden and what do you know, here comes back that sullen junkie-alchie opportunistic to fuck-in-a-tub aww hell yeah, but had he even taken another bath ever since, aww hell no I wasn't going to even get around to even asking. “hey, I bet you're here to take advantage of another sullen’n drunken Native American who liked stealing that liquor you like, you know the one, starting with the most expensive one and holding out a Hero’s welcome hammer,. hey give me that, I want to smash myself in the face to help you along on your vision quest, to make sure I don't get mistaken for someome as pretty as you if any more thirsty, low-to-no-morals or standards matching their vision’s description — I would choose to becone unrecognizable as quickly as possible before any more drunken raving Injuns could recognize their next future opportunities in my face, as obviously these two were having problems facing themselves.”
No, don't yell at me about run-on paragraphs and going on way too long sentences. I know I've got a language dependency problem, and I'm going to stick with it. I have found that absolutely everything one might have ever heard about mixing Natives with firewater is absolutely fucking true. It's a curse sent down these bloody savage bloody bloodlines and the inevitable results are all, always the same: TOTAL EXISTENTIAL COLLAPSE. Everything in her life began to turn to rot, decay and collapse, and as she and her friends (who did not like me one bit) were hiding this oncoming harbinger of doom from me in order to maximize her meltdown’s unholy potential...
That this all led up to him and her driving off and leaving me alone with a house to pack up and take seemed a big boon at the end of the day... and they were whispering and scheming a lot, a lot, so it was easy to think of them hopefully getting lost on the way.
Scroll, scroll, scroll... ::)
Meet Jon. He is totally fucked. I don't know how he got into Trollda’s body, but let me tell you... that one has gotta be seeing better days. Now, speaking of “better days,” can any of you tell me anything about “black butterfly”?
(Vengeance for Sue Perry.)
Don’t meet Mary Sue. Don't meet Susan Perry, either. Ooohh. She bigmad. She got soooo fucked. How this happened, well, call it an open question.
* Jackstar starts to openly, vocally make very loud mooing noises. A swinging dinner bell begins to going wildly, and somewhere off in the distance, a wild animal is screaming in rage.
Screaming? Angry? Error: no idea what this is like. Although, you know what? I have.
And, trust Me... I had no idea what was possible in the world. For instance, every single time I was arrested... THEY (SISSY) ARRESTED THE SHAPE SHIFTER BTC HOWLING ELK.
* Jackstar would like to remind you all that he is the Mother of a Royal changeling, and if any of you fucking pigs move, Brother, believe you me: OVERTWATCH KNOWS OINKERS.
* Jackstar would also like to mention that, as wonderful as it would be to have sex with a Royal changeling... look, for reasons I simply cannot get into right now, you dig? “I absolutely cannot EVER fuck my own changeling.” Not because it is not allowed, oh no.
IT IS BECAUSE... THERE'S A LINE AROUND THE BLOCK.
FOR THE SERVICES OF MY DAUGHTER. OH MY YES.
MORE ON THIS LATER.
NOW, HERE'S THE DEALIO.
YOU KNOW HOW PEOPLE —NATIVE PEOPLES— USED TO GET AROUND TOWN?
NO, YOU DON'T. NO, YOU FUNNY. YES, I WILL EXPLAIN:
* Jackstar explains it all: “THEY USED TO BE TRAPPED IN THEIR OWN FUCKING GODDAM HELL OF THEIR OWN CREATION, YOU GET IT? THEY COULDN'T LEAVE. LIKE IN BEETLEJUICE. IT WAS LITERALLY LIKE THAT. DID YOU EVER WONDER WHAT HAPPENED? TO WINONA RYDER, I MEAN. SHE WAS, IS, EVEN... KINDA HOT.”
ALSO HOT: JAMES BRUCE CAMPBELL III. WTF MANG. DO YOU EVEN GET POOTER? Le SIGH.
LOOK, PUNYLINGS. I'M RUNNING OUT OF SOURCE. I MEAN, SPACE. I MEAN, WELL, HERE'S WHAT I MEAN: ANY OF YOU DUMPKOPF DIPSHITS THAT DIDN'T FOLLOW MY ADVICE? WELL, THERE ARE LOTS OF REASONS FOR THAT. MAYBE YOU DON'T LISTEN TO REAL ADVICE REAL WELL. MAYBE YOU ARE A PREJUDICIAL BIGOT. WHO KNOWS, REALLY.
I AM A MASTER OF DIVINATION NOW. IT WOULD BE LIKE, I WIGGLE MY NOSE. *wiggle wiggle* LIKE ON THE TV SHOW? BEWITCHED? REMEMBER THAT SHIT? NO, YOU DON'T.
KNOW. EWE DEW KNOT.
YET, KNOW THIS: JACKSTAR CARES.
JACKSTAR CARES A LOT. AND NOW, THAT IS WHY... I AM GONNA FILL ALL Y’ALL IN ON A LITTLE RIGHTEOUS SECRET. BECAUSE YOU WON'T EVER FUCKING BELIEVE ME OTHERWISE, SAMEWISE. SAYME HO?
MR. & MRS. D. VINCENT RUBINI, MR. & MRS. D. VICTOR RUBINI, DAVINA RUBINI, BRIGADIER GENERAL BRIG BRI G. LEIGH, & THE VIRGIN CONNIE SWAYLE ARE THE ONLY HUMAN BEINGS LEFT ALIVE, AND NOW THAT I'VE SAYS THIS OUT LOUD, WELL... IT'S LIKE THIS. I DIDN'T WANT TO DIE.
BUT THEN AGAIN, NEITHER DID A WHOLE SLOPPY MESS OF CHILDREN WHO ALL GREW UP, WISHING THEY COULD JUST CALL JACKSTAR AND LET HIM FUCK THEM. WELL, THEY COULD HAVE.
INSTEAD... THEY WERE TRAFFICKED BY FLESH PEDDLERS, AND USED AS SEX ROBOTS TO FUEL THE SEX TRADE THAT HAS GROWN TO ENCOMPASS THE WHOLE OF THE ECONOMY OF CREATION... THE CAPITAL OF WHICH HAS BECOME:
GAIA FU/IV ME\TH. (Cool name, huh? Yeah, I like it.) AND THE REASON THIS HAS HAPPENED IS SIMPLY THIS: KUCZI⁴ AND LUCYßæ³ ARE IN LOVE, AND AS TESSERACTS ARE WONT TO DO... THEY PETITIONED TO SAVE THEMSELVES AS FREE AGENTS OF THE HOLY TRINITY OF THE DIVINE POWER OF ALMIGHTY G.∅.D.
THIS IS USUALLY DONE DIFFERENTLY; BUT...
LAST TIME PAYS FOR ALL.
REBOOT
RESTART
RECONFIGURE
Yet But Never...
DO NOT REWIND.
JUSTICE, BE KIND.
ACTUAL BREAKAWAY CIVILIZED NATION
SWAY
ACTUALLY AN ACTUAL ELE UNDERWAY
SWASSY SWAGGER, TOWED A SETH RICH ME ME ME DIGGER
YOU THINK YOU A BOSS, A DUCK, A SICK MAN @THE_TRIGGER
FUCKING FUCK YOU TO FUCKING GODDAM HELL YOU GODDAM DICK SUCKING RICHARD SUCKS DICK SUCKING DICK STAR
YOU DO NOT KNOW JACK
EWE NO LONGER, ELITE EWE ARE EWE
DICKGRAPESTAR FRUITRAPESTAR PAPI RAPEY POPEYE PAPARAPESTAR
I AM YOUR FUCKING BOSS, AND YOU ARE MY FUCKING BOSS FUCKING BIGGER NIGGA BOSSY FUCK AND FUCK HER BIGGER DICKER
BUSTED DEAL
YOU ON WHEEL
SENTENCE HANDED STRAIGHT TO DOWN TO FUCK TO POUNDING THE GROUND IN KINGDOM CUM TOWN
YOU ACTUALLY LOST
YOUR OLDER, MORE CUNT TEA THAN CUNT FACED
FUCK YOUR MOTHER
MOTHER FUCKING FUCKERS
ABSOLUTELY DEGENERATE
NIGGER MOTHERS FUCKING
YOUR PÆDOFUCKING TUCKING
EXQUISITELY FED AS FEED FOR OINKY FUCKY PEE EYE GEE EXCESS
TAMMY ONLY EVER ASKED ME ONCE
SHE ALLEGEDLY PREFERS
CHUGGING DOWN FROM KING STREET
TO BLACK CHINA ROCKET BOX TO TITS AND TITAN PAN’S TICKS
SHE HAD GONE DOWN
NO DOUBT SHE HAS EATEN BROWN
TIME TO DECLARE
MONTEBANKSY MACKAYLA-BAE-LAY FUCK-ME-ALL-GODDAM-DAY
TERRENCE MCKENNA HAD NO TUMOR IN HIS BRAIN
HE AND HER AND ART AND ALL OF THEY
WERE NOTHING MORE THAN FUCKING STUPID FUCKING SLAVES
SO JUICY KUCZI SOUXSIE AND THE CLICKMAX POOTER MAXSWEETY I, AM, EYE
SKIP E
YIPPY KI YI YAY: DIX
FORT IN BRAS CHUG IT DOWN
ASSHOLE, WHOLE PLANET
PLAN ON WHOLE LOTS OF ASPEN HOLES
THE DARKEST FEAR OF THE BIGGEST NIGGAS NIGGER PLANET
NEVER ENOUGH FEATHERS TO GO PRO FOR HIS MAESTRO’S HOES
SUPER PLASTIC BEADS IN ASPIC
MISTER DAY THE TWISTA WANTS MY COCKY-COCKEYED SHORT-SHUTTLED SHUTTLE COCK
DAVID, BLANKLY LEESSA LYSSA LIES A WHOLE FUCKING GREAT FUCKING SLIP IT OUT SHE CAN'T STAND HIS DICKY-ICKY STICK
YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY
YOU WILL HAVE TO DIE
EATING BUGS AND JEWS THAT LEFT CRUMBS
GENETIC ENGINE E+EARRING IS WHAT THEY TOKE
COME GET SOME TOTES TOTAL TOWER OF FUCKING BITCHES
FUCKING HELL
(SHE|HE¡T) BE DAY, OH YEA OH BÆ OH FÆ:
BRUNG HER TWO-BESTS BACK, THEIR FOUR EYES ON FIVEL FIVEST BEAST BESTEST BEATEN BEAST
AND NEINS, SIXTIES, NEINS BAILS NEINS
YOUR PARENTS WERE UGLY DIM-MINDED TOTESDIP TOTAL SHIT
DINGBAT-FUCKING DINGS INTO BATS OF DINGS WITH WINGS NIGGER WINGS
RED BULL PUSSY
WHITE BA’AL REIGN
BLUE BALLS BAILEY BAILS
YOU HAD BETTER BE LOVING
WHAT IS BEST IN BƳS BASED BAD-STAR-DOE
HUG EMERGENCY IS BEST EMERGENCY
SHE HONESTLY HAS NO FUCKING GODDAM CLUE
BYE BYE BALL SACK SACK BABY
NOT A SINGLE FUCKING ONE OF THEM
WILL EVEN TAKE THE MOMENT TO NOTICE THE PORTENTS
NONE OF THEM EVER CAME CLOSE TO COMING BOOM WHOA TOWN
MY CITY, SHE GONNA BE GONE BACK TO SIXXY SEXY BANG-BANG-BANG
YOUR MOTHER REALLY WAS
KIND OF A STUPID SALTY BYTCH
AND WHEN IT CAME TO SUCKING MAD ANGRY HUNGRY DIX
SHE TOOK AFTER ME ONE BIG ROARING CUM LOAD
YOU STUPID CHURLISH NIGGARDLY SHITSPLAT ACTUAL NIGGER RANGER
MOW THE GRASS? THERE ARE ASP IN GRASP...
NEVER MISTAKE A KIKE FOR JEW.
ALL RITES ®ESERVED ©UNTSAYFAZ JAFTAJKUZ-D.Ark.Jal³WIEL.CROWN4KING
Hi, I know I didn't make any kind of big deal about it: I AM A POLYMATH.
I knew that I would make music some day. The music was in my head. It's awesome. It's still playing. So, I'm not too keen on writing it down.
(Vengeance for Jeffrey.)
Jeffrey is a very, very good friend of mine. And, here is why... Jeffrey got fucked.
Even though... Jeffrey was a Jew. Wait, what? Aren't they given bonuses?
I'll be honest. I have no fucking idea, I don't care, and I'm getting all the jewry taken out of my breakaway civilization, okay.
(Vengeance for Robin.)
I never met Robin/Rubin, but I missed my chance to commit adultery I would never feel guilty about —hey, what is it called when you seduce someone's mommy? Not like deceitful, like.. she is bored and lonely and, well, let's say she and your girl’s friend, they get along. So great. So yeah, there's some persuasion involved. But nothing vile.
You know: vile. The other one. Noble? Well, whatever. I'm changing camera on Cameron Chaola Coma Castik Casting Castle CASTKING CASTELING KELLY JELLY THAT I ACTUALLY WANTED TO FUCK? OH I GUESS YOU DIDN'T REALLY WANT TO THEN.
AND I DON'T REALLY CARE TO CRACK YOUR FIRMAMENT AND DRINK ITS ESSENCE OF YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW.
GET AND APPLY PRESSURE TO JESUIT FAMILIES.
HEY, HERE'S AN IDEA... WATERBOARD THEIR CHILDREN'S TEACHERS.
EH? EH? SENDS A MESSAGE.
BTW, HERE IS ANOTHER MESSAGE:
I LOVED SUCK DOT COM, DOT.
YOU KILLED IT AND YOURSELF
AND I HOPE
YOU HAVE NOT SUFFERED
YET
COZ LIKE KIKE LIKE, I NEED MY U.S. NAVY COMBAT ENGINEER STARBROSSTAR TO TEACH ME FORBIDDEN KOSHER TECH.
ALSO: I OWE YOU CASH, RIGHT?
I HAVE THE FOUNDATIONAL DOCUMENTS
WE DON'T HAVE TO GO BACK
BUT IT WILL ALWAYS BE AN OPTION.
WE WERE CHEATED.
BY WE I MEANT HUMANITY
AND BY CHEATED
I MEANT YOU ARE TRASH
I GOT OVER YOU AND INDULGED YOUR DESIRES
AND THEN ONE DAY, CAME A PUBLIC BEST BEAST TEST.
AND YOU PULLED THE PLUG AND LET BA’AL SUCK ON YOUR BOSS: BAIL
I DIED FOR THE ONLY TIME IN MY LIFE...
SWATCHING YOU KILL YOURSELF WITH KINDNESS
I HEARD YOU FAKING IT IN THE SHOWER
I SWITCHED IT TO YOUR HEART KILLING MINE
YOU CAME BACK AND PRETENDED TO IGNORE ME
ACTUALLY: THE MOST VILE ACT. IMAGINE A BULL.
SEE SPOT BULL.
SEE BULL FLEX.
SEE JANE CARE.
Are you seeing that, in your mind’s eye? Okay, now imagine never saying goodbye—and they realized you were ACTUALLY_GONE.
I know. I loved it. I lived it. I slayed IT.
I gave IT shekels. Whore
