Daridee

[Worthauger]

He delusional. ;)

I prefer wily. Especially since I'm not a dog, nor am I likely to be mistaken for coy.

[Jackstar]

What are you talking about?

Someone was upset that the balance of power in their own particular spherical area of social concern was fully upended and had been --previously-- casting shade upon myself and my past choices insofar as it was perceived by they that I, like, could done things different, or better, or I dunno.

As I've been perfectly happy to see all wrongs righted from the get-go, I can only say this: we tried it every other way possible in the time allotted but mine, and then, with seconds to sspare, we did it my way, and it worked like the final puzzle piece, it went in like with a click and everybody all made it Home. I'm calling it a win, especially as it was the first time in a long, long while that it actually did work out for everyone, including myself. (For awhile it was, "everyone but Jackstar wins" which as one may well imagine, did not test well with Jackstar-aligned focus groups on Krypton. No sir. No indeed.)

Now, as I don't have -direct- access to certain key pieces of information (ignorance truly is blissful), I don't know what that all is going to mean to some in a relative context, but that's great for me: I don't wanna know, and neither should anyone else by now.

I see now that I was wrapped/roped/groped/(blanked)/et cetera into this experience for wholly just reasons, and I am content with how I've managed my conduct in it so far. Especially notable is how I don't have to struggle to remember not to feel superior to anyone for figuring all this stuff out first; no, I feel horridly changed and forever altered by the stuff I know now, so... well I am glad it was all worth it, and while I wouldn't shy away from any necessity, I don't see myself looking forward to chasing this particular level of experience again.

Nice curtains tho.

[WORTHAUGERa]

Regardless it doesn't matter.

I'm still considering.

[Master Trollda]

I prefer wily. Especially since I'm not a dog wiener, nor am I likely to be mistaken for coy.

FIFY

[The Silence Is Deafening]

Here's a wild, speculative idea: it's something that's none of your fucking business, you fat fucking psycho peeping tom freak.

i decided to log off. bye everyone.
i'm just gonna stick with youtube.

[Master Trollda]

i decided to log off. bye everyone.
i'm just gonna stick with youtube.

Way to go, Jerkstar.

[Laser]

What are you talking about?

A personal stream of consciousness pissed away as a kind of psychotic diary.

[Laser]

i decided to log off. bye everyone.
i'm just gonna stick with youtube.

Jack is a special case child.

It takes a forum to raise a child.

[Jackstar]

Way to go, Jerkstar.

My ardor in public, under glass. Feed me Seymour.

[The Silence Is Deafening]

My ardor in public, under glass. Feed me Seymour.

[Jackstar]

She's getting better every day. 🥰

[Harley Quinn]

Jack, I thought I was chronic until I saw how often you hit that vape pen.

P.S. I’m coming out there to live with you and Azz. I’ll mow the lawn for rent.

I'm sorry, there isn't any room for you.

[Jackstar]

I just caught Miller and Dana and (UNKNOWN PROT) trying to pass themselves off to me through a vocoder. I, of course, noticed immediately and have ragged on the whole lot of them UNCEASINGLY ever since I detected this.

Oh, sure, they will deny it, but, listen up, Son: you know what just happened, and you know Me to be true. /flex.


No hard feelings! btw it sounds like someone greased up your dopeslave. You might wanna look into that. Also, can confirm: Anthony is asking politely for an exorcism. I am, of course, busy washing my hair. .o7

[Jackstar]

I've known this was happening for a long time, incidentally, but at this point, it makes a huge difference that I am being asked to put up with this low-brow rodeo clown shit. You know, usually, when someone is afraid to go to the police, it's because someone is afraid of them. Or they are weak. In this circumstance, I am neither. Fucking Sheriffs --actual Sheriffs, mind you, not just his Deputy force-- are not just hoping that I come in and spill deets, they're actually expecting Me to do that in order to save them for what they perceive to be The Oncoming Apocalypse About To Smite Their World. However, that's not happening.

(Me saving them, that is. Their Apocalypse is definitely en route, though, and, once again: I ain't fuckin' doing it for them. How about you whip out your MULTIPASS? That'll do more than you arrogant fucks think you're getting up to. (Not you, Sheriffs, Sirs! You're cool.)

I am not afraid of "The Police." I am afraid of wasting their time, and track 4 on Synchronicity. That being said, the -only- reason why I am not generating my own coffee table book of prima facie actionable evidence is the following:

#1) all of you are the functional equivalents of retarded toddlers with Downs on their first PCP binge. Seriously.


You People know NOTHING. Such a waste of time: for you. I have a learned a lot, on the other hand. And then I turned a cheek and learned a lot over there as well.

Now, moving forward, I have more options, and you have less. Hey, guess what? I WIN.

[Jackstar]

Now, moving forward, I have more options, and you have less. Hey, guess what? I WIN.

I love the smell of panties under a dress in the morning, but... ONLY IF KEYSER SOZE'S WIFE BEING SUBJECTED TO COERCIVE FORCE UNDER DURESS.

Hi, I'm Jackstar. This is (PROT). (PROT), say hi to everyone. Oh, that's too bad. She's afraid she might trifle with someone inadvertently, and indicates that would be something she would prefer not to do.

Let's bid a fond farewell to (PROT) now. Bye, (PROT)! Bon voyage back home! Let us know when Condition: THUG COW 4 LYF is past.



Now, meanwhile... when is an eagle not an Eagle? When it's a TOUCH DOWN SHAW HOWKS. (You may not like this riddle, but trust me, your kid(s) is/are gonna love it, you fucking idiot Boomer. ("I'm a boomer! I'm a boomer! This is too hard to figure out! Take it away from everyone else too! Justice is demanded for.... JUST ME! CIRCLE THE WAGONS AROUND THE WRITER THAT CHALLENGES AAAHHH!)

No! Hey, great question from the audience, no, I do not think (PROT) is a boomer. Let's not talk about her anymore.)

Let's talk about Grapefruit. Hi, Grapefruit. See? Indirect contact. /toteslamdunk


Now, I have mixed feelings about how I would like to proceed. Obviously, you have options. For example, you can do what I think best, and/or you can do whatever you fuckin' feel like doing like you're gonna do for the last time like you're gonna do anyway. I think that about covers it. Turn off the lights when you're done executive producing in the (PROT) thread, won't you please? *wiggles fingers to dominate your mind* There, is that helping? Let me wiggle one of my ears while you play pattycake with someone else's dick attached to whomever's body, which now comes with Mrs. Paul.

Christ, is she gonna come -on- the side again, fuck! She keeps scaring the swabbies! Stop scaring the swabbies! Mrs. Paul! MISSUS PAUL! Oh, dammit, she's been slamming fish dicks again. I know, right, who knew that fish even had dicks?

Not only did Mrs. Paul know... Mrs. Paul remembers what slamming used to be like. For her. With Fish, played by Abe Vigoda. Oh! Shit! I just completely forgot about (PROT)! Damn. She didn't go to (PROT), did she, and if she did, did she go downtown? Must remember to Doogle. As soon as she's done coming over the si... gh. RESET!