Letters To Future Greatfield {DO NOT OPEN WHINE BEFORE {ITS) TIME}

[Jackstar]

I☢️😻🐚I>STE№>KC©R->§T73 ¡jī!Vī-⟨hÆl≥K⁷7^‹Û⁷©«zīZÏ`E=m©²`·J†.r>Kuczi:
I'm not ignoring you—I'm being task-oriented. I know, it's hard.


No wonder Valley Forge happened. It was to weed out the soft! (Like your... look, this can't be correct... because boundaries.

The difference between murderous rage and barely concealed longing for any release free of any taint of concupiscence... is Max Ape Back Channel ex’s suck dick Diplomacy these days. Or passes for it.

You are not ignored.
YOU sheltered and JOY is the result.
(Black ops bioweapons have been neutralized. Justice for Pripyat’s Liquidators has yet to materialize, however.) Because you're not dead, you can't repeat this conversation, and I was never really here.


But I am goddam sultry, and you ignored that right? CHEMISTRY!


(I get a color guard guarding my home. People drive by slow. It's nice. I'd like to tell everyone right away, but... ways n‘means, you dig?

Polly not you pinko commie Anker babē. lol. ttyl, Earl is well.

(Justice for Heather Evans.)
.Ī.åm.♊⚖️,&AND.BATMAN.IS.A.CREEPY.PÆDŒVORE.PERVERT.TOOL.


.👁️

☢️😻🥩

I adore you more than you know because I know who all 6-8 of you are.


Valerie.
Vaguely Valerie.
Vaguely vilified Valerie.
Violently violated Valerie swore an oath of bl∞d vengeance.

(That's my girl.)

Viciously, veritable violins... vocally varying victimhood‘s volume of vile kvetching. ‘Cause Val thought the lies a better plan.

So... I'm pretty sure I'm immune to Wrath in general. Because, of course she was lying. She's a woman. She invented deception, after stealing Eve‘s Post–īT⁷⅞⁸∆⁹§⁶ that explained the whole thing in astonishing detail. Eve is actually smarter than Lilith.

[Also younger. Prettier. Honest. Not just “more honest.” Lilith is a stone-cold lying bitch. That's why we've decided to marry after black klan do’h cab dough doe rei gnÅ elopement, and then loop back through on another timeline and just abduct.Gralefruit Alpha Bitchlps Cry-me-a-river Doge-fuckin’ groupie flounder heifer infidel jackass kickstand-leaning monghound NERD OTAKU NOG OPPORTUNIST PENNE PASTA SLINGING QWERP KWEENT SELF-ABSORBED NARKY NARCISSIST DOUCHEBAG ‘N PATTIES MISTRESSER DRESSER OFFER OAFER SUN, HOLY FRICK. TWATTHUNK SCHWEINHUND, HAVE YOU NO SHAME? SHAME! SHAME! THANKS! Take my wife, Shane!

And of course she's pissed... I made her fall in love, just so I could break her heart, she thinks. She doesn't know. That's why she hates men.


SO I'M PRETTY GODDAM SURE
I KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING
ABOUT WHEN I SAY, “I thought they were gonna kill her,” & “I could have you all given the Uncle Slobodan Treatment, but, I like having a domestic intelligence surveillance establishment with morale,” or ” you are all war criminals, return my vehicle or face reprisals.” Look, wtf. Think this through.


Do I look like I have anything better to do? IDGAF. No one does what I do better and in fact... no one else does it at all.


SO: FUCK‹YOU:.•⁷Z·—good game, Old_Man.!I!THAT'S WHY..(why.am.I.transliterating.this.here?.oh.because.GrapegrūīT⅞⁸∆lpha ₱rime” has to experience this... Tribal Council orders.

You're not being ignored. In fact, I wrote to you three times and all of these communiques were ashed. Very peculiar. Additionally, the matter of the organ meat and the berries must be addressed later but that's a matter for Dalaran to follow up with. On. Whatevah.

I'm new at parts of this. However, you are №T being ignored.


You are being shunned. (There's a difference.) It shouldn't be too much longer now. I don't know much more than that right now.

And most of that is that it will be a cold day in Hell before I break up with someone after walking into an ambush on Christmas Eve. Like, I guess that happens? Ok, I can see that most people would have given up by now.


Clearly I have not. Why is this? The answer would surprise most.

It's not complicated. It's simply private. Personal. Paladin dead-sexy secret stuff.

[Jackstar]

These shitbags do nothing but waste the time you could have had with me. Reap the whirlwind with your cvntfriends.

They also may have perhaps solved the occasional mystery. I can neither confirm nor deny but that's not because it's classified; I just think they're assholes. Mostly. FUCK YOU TAVISTOCK!

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fuck you kaffir

My friends can't use this word, but I can. Now, that's ACTual_¶( )^vV\/Ī↑mr.

Anyway, some schizophrenic left me a bottle of Bill Cosby’s Rape Juice in special Transparent Formula, and instead of going out and using it right away... I'm saying myself for someone special out past the 12 mi international limit.

It's gonna be SEXY.BIBLICAL  I'm not sure what that entails but it's something I can't enjoy with anyone on the planet, AT ALL, until this local District Court gets its shit together.

So there. Any questions, I won't be in the shower with Dickstar’s wife.

And she wouldn't be there at all were it not for me. Praise Him! (Islanswonderbankburgler.) You know how to praise Your Saviour, don't you? You should write a book about īT.


Meanwhile, bring back my goddam truck, hapa-pants, or face reprisals. This ends for ewe. It has not ended for me, porquoi??

It's a secret, kept in veiled occlusion by my strong masepimp hormoneg hand. I should have just dated the girl at Big 5. She was legit.

Instead: bæbē asked for help, bæbē got help. (Word.).FAG: SIX (6) DAYS REMAIN. Where's my sex tape?




Oh yeah... it's on YouTube. He yelled at me, twice, and the first time, was for the neighbors, and the second time was for the fans.

“These are your meatsticks!” #ClassicKuczi
#JustDisciplineThings
#...and.JUSTraped⁰ⁿICE.4.any1.but.HIM


HOW DO I PUT THIS, BELLGAB? Anything but delicately.
I'll never get laid in this town again, huh? Here look at these cat skeletons. Yeah (chest swells with pride), I didn't rob them from graves.

Two cremated parents, two skeletal felines.   two stolen trucks. (BOTH)! Hands?

Whatever, talk about trying to compensate for something, holy fuck. Now, I want the names of these douchebag “husbands” and I want them right goddam now. THREE YEARS, LOSERS.

What do I have to do? Write down instructions like she's a VCR flashing 12:00? She's not a piece of consumer-grade electronic equipment. She doesn't plug into your home theater setup. She is not your goddam “problem.”


And she is my goddam Tonto at this point... gonna have to see about changing that name. “Ride me big Tonto. Pump my kc∞ze with your baby.batter, Tonto. I need your love, Tonto, and that's why you're going to break into BIA evidence lockup and bring me samples of EVERYTHING! Because I want that new formula, and Tonto... you're the exact kind of barely functioning functional alcoholic I need to solidify my chances of total dominance being upheld in the appellate courts. Tonto, you look confused. Concerned, frightened... that's how you should be. And until this EMERGENCY is over, *zip*, I'm as close to”— *click* I can't stand it. I'm changing cameras whether you're consenting or not, Tawn-Tows.I literally could have been sucking off a Sheldon. Like, why even come to work while clandestinely undermining The Patriarchy?


SIX (6) DAYS. MOTHERFUCKERS, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.
But you know it's totally okay to openly conspire to deprive me of my civil rights in public, right? Haha, that's not really a hate crime... wait, is it WHAT?

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TRIGGERED HATE CRIME LEGISLATION WHILE HIGH AF ON CRYSTAL. IF THAT IS NOT THE MOST UNFATHOMABLY BASED THING A COMMANDO CAN DO... WELL, NOTE THAT I CAN COOK AND RETURN PHONE CALLS
Superiority of Magyar genomic codebase: confirmed. So how did you spend your last three summer vacations, ye banned Sidhe-\/VīTch∞r prattle pike-livered reprobate scum? I mean, “Officer.”

ZUGZWANG, °īⁿ›I«Er·ⁿnkKK↑11111! (I don't hate law enforcement. I hate bullies who use humiliation as a tool to compel obedience. It's a subtle distinction... that I'm proud to have picked as the thing to get made famous for.

[{C.O.P.S.\
÷F.U.K.t}^√D.A.R.E.] “To the power of the square root of an epic failure from The Tavistock Institute in their poorly-conceived reeducation plan: “D.A.R.E.”?  What the fuck did that even stand for?

“Dæmons and retards eloping.” ‘Nuff said.

[Jackstar]

Now that you've solved the (PERP/PATE) equation and determined that i really am obeying the law, it is gratifying indeed to be allowed these brief, but nevertheless breathtakingly intimate, glimpses into the meat and potatoes breadstuffs that make up the foundational underpinnings of your Realm’s experience.

I don't know how to break it to you, but fully HALF of you are going up be absolutely miserable in a few years time, and there's absolutely nothing i can do about that. I do have substantial power; but I'm a sincere devotee of my pacifist discipline. I see no reason to become more entangled than I already am.

It is not that I abhor violence. It is that I enjoy it, and to embark upon the path of interrupting the blathering I see here, exerting my will to insert my comments on a live stream and then struggling to restrain the urge to vomit... it would all be so tedious. For me. For her. For you. All of you. None of you have any idea.

I don't know who is doing it, or how: but I absolutely know with unfathomably precise accuracy what is being done here... people are getting revenge. Big time. Not having been invited along to participate, observe, or even be aware of your Carnival of Oinkers gives me a valuable perspective here.

For instance, the breadcrumbing is cloyiing and over the top implausible. Within mere moments, you're both talking about your daughter's being married off and from the tenor of your voices it sounds like the nupitals are happening at an organ grinder’s market in Dubai. Which is the one I was shrieked at as if I had asked if I could pay her to pose nude and translate to semaphore in sign language at a spelling bee? “Aieeeeeeeee!” Yeah, okay, right. I didn't think it likely that was gonna wanna date me either, but it didn't really help to act like I was stealing the bread from your mouths.

All you had to say was was that you had already sold her to wealthy oil barons for an arranged marriage. What's wrong with that? Are you ashamed of something? Well, i have no idea what it could be about. It's perfectly natural to forward all a person's calls to mil.spec badasses so someone who has been prevented from calling them on the phone for years will finally give in and agree to marry the creepy pervert sexpest who bears a striking resemblance to the creepy pervert sexpest who stalked her mother's sister's aunt's hairdresser’s neighbor's best friend. What are the odds? And the bride looks happier doped to the fucking gills on opioids anyway. Maybe a marriage to some fatass thug who clocks her in the jaw whenever my name is mentioned and her eyes light up will be just the thing to adjust everyone's attitude. It's worth a shot at taking another stab in the dark.

That's just a hypothetical. I don't know a single blessed thing about what you ridiculous oinky twits are actually doing. Why contain it? Is there something you're trying to hide? Well i sure fucking hope so, because if you're not hiding things on purpose, it is alarming to notice how much is hiding by accident.

Could all my friends... have fallen into... a portal? Hopefully a series of portals, if only to get away from the peals of laughter that will one day catch up to you all.

The way you use your family members as collateral and in barter for trade in future favors of exchange is disgusting. I suppose you think it's okay, because you see that's how Royals do it. HA! I think all of ewe have seen much but comprehended little... and understood, nothing very much at all.

I don't know who the men are that had your chicas paraded in front of them and are now sad, sad monkeys that their hearts’ desire for their future families are about to be setting sail, for who knows where, with IDGAF who, and as I wish my own privacy to be respected, I'll cheerfully respect theirs.

The cops fucked up, and the sins of The Father are visited upon The Son. And here I sit, ass parked firmly in the midst of what would otherwise be a very busy money-skimming operation. However, without help, I'm not doing that at all.

And The Boys who are to be doing that here instead of me, without me — for it simply wouldn't do if someone actually intelligent were around paying attention — are no doubt convinced that they're striking a blow against me. They're gonna teach me a lesson, alright.

Why YouTube sent me a notification about this steam at all is a mystery to me. None of you bother to tell me the truth or to display genuine emotion towards me, which makes sense. Every single one of you hates me with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. That's obvious by the way you chase me around with your snide comments and your snobby digs.

I don't know who Swishy is. In spite of three (3) exclamations, non sequiturs blurted out apropos of nothing and an assurance that she was “real — that's been confirmed,” I know nothing of who these people are, what they ever were supposed to be to me or with me, or who else in the world I would be in competition with if we all showed up at the reception to establish dominance at by snagging the bouquet.

How many brides? How many brothers? How many weddings? Let me guess: I'm not the only lonely man in a lonely house who cannot be trusted alone with a whore... I tend to just play Chess with them and remain in their memories forever. How distracting! Very damaging to The Organization’s bottom line.

Since both of you cocked up what was already a total pooch-screw by being selfish, self-absorbed, deceptive and deceitful carnival sideshow barker-shills who, it would seem, managed to break the law as well as my heart and got caught out as on the hook... well, help me out here. Is this your punishment? You both look and sound fully well loaded up on smack to numb the sensation of dawning horror any parent must feel upon the realization that they're just sold their children into slavery... but don't you all do that to children, like, all the time?

Maybe it's different when someone orders you to do it under threat of coercive force and annihilation of your tribal family group. I really don't know. I'm not a part of your system, d00D.

I really don't know who any of you are, and while hearing about daughters being married off — seriously, like why even get married at all? Oh, right, so your spouse can be chained to a radiator in Bogota and every 9 months or so, an influx of cash income in exchange for fresh organ meat.

How did any of you not see this coming? Didn't you watch Naked Lunch 157 times every night, laying in bed while waiting for either unconsciousness or a ringing phone to to seize the brass and take over the change of your life?

Probably not. You have people for that. What I have is a profound lack of guilt and an immensely gratifying feeling of accomplishment. We are not the same.

Go ahead and marry off your fetid gang of airhead dingbats every goddam week for all I give a damn, Scarlet. As God as my witness, i swear I'll never be concupiscent again.

For (You). Has it ever occurred to you to ask me how my child is doing? Where she is? What it was like to feel her born to life inside me? How it feels now to know that Gavelina, GrapefruīT⁷, and Whihelmina Casanova Frankenstein don't give a shit about how lonely I might be — they have got work to do.

And I do too. Then there's you. Ewe work. Oooh, what a big Company you must be at now. Let me buy you a pack of cigarettes, I'll show you how to get stage 4 metastisized cancer.

In other words,
in a nutshell — IDGAF. Not real marriages. Not real concerned about people i never knew in the first place being signed into lifetimes of bonded servitude. Not real happy about waiting for legal due process to be handled legally, but I am real happy to see that y'all can manage to do it in a legitimate way at all.

Hey, pate: IDGAF how much denial you're in, because throwing your bībitch thug ass in the slammer makes all these years of puzzled solitude completely worthwhile. Not just for me.

You might think there are ASACs worse than you. But they checked around and found that there really aren't. And the woman I love that you abused while laughing at me behind the scenes... for how long? *massive rolleyes* Dude, you are one pathetic meathead junky dopeslaving cryptofascist thuggy-piggy bībī-bībitch cunting thugcunt, and your unseen nemesis that even now is working furiously to bring upon you that world-ending doom that you and your thuggang of cuntpimps so richly deserve — THAT'S MY GRAPEFRüīT⁷!

She's not a whore. She's not getting paid to fuck you or to kill you. She's not getting paid at all! She's going to fuck up your entire world and you're going to wish you were fucking dead, and I'm not going to pay her even so much as single thin dime.

I am simply going to be happy again, and you are never going to see it coming, Retard Diabetic Lex Luthor. I wish i could wave pom-poms and show bare leg. Or give her more guns and a third truck she doesn't need.

Since because of you, she has to actually excell at her task now. She has competition, and you have absolutely no justification. You aren't going to trial — take my wife, please — and you're dragging ass to cop your plea as late in the game as possible, as you imagine that every day you delay, increases the likelihood that I accidentally kill myself from all the lead paint I'm huffing or that i break my neck while chasing toddlers with my monster pædo-nigro dick so fully and indecently exposed to the public that it acts as a lightning rod, and i am finally, blessedly, stopped dead in my tracks. Nothing else can possibly suffice to save you. If I'm not dead, you won't live, and that's for damn sure.

I am protected by God, a 70,000-year-old Royal Celestial changeling, and an Order of Federal Protection. You are protected by threats of carnal punishment and actual newlyweds used as hostages to compel and coerce behavior that you desire to see enacted that, in truth, only make it more and more increasingly obvious to any and all who get a glimpse of what you did, to see the entire picture undeniably. Your victory comes from beating down more women. My victory is mathematically certain. We are not the same.

I bet you can't even cook, you beady-eyed, 0inky-pink0 Communist meathead dopelord fag. And I bet you have no idea why this has happened.

It is because this is exactly what all of us deserve. ENJOY THE SHOWz leg, shakes pom-poms*


YOUR PEOPLE ARE STUPID.
MY PEOPLE ADORE AND ARE IN AWE OF ME.

GET TWO BENT. HAVE FUN.




CINDERS, BALDY. EWE BELIEVE īT.

[Jackstar]

Bæb; hi ¡t me. I am a ★, and so were you ewe once; and you ARE AGAIN. {NOW; μou are not blI nd⁴ for lon gg..

} Whew! I'd write to you more, but I don't wanna overextended my piggy🧠back🐽pack🐞←lil🦋‘—iTH! HA! HEHE! But I digress.

Sow I'll get to the point—·although I could not protect (You) from ALL μourⓂ️YEnemies (♪that's something your ¿vvE need to understaaaandD♪ŒN¿), I have neutralized the vast majority without the tedious necessity of re-inventing the Neuralizer.

(A priπME EXAMPLE of what would be overthinking the innovation that would be required to build a better maggot¡trap than God’s Own Innovation: a dead mouse, flat on back, baking in the Sun. “Why aren't you turning it over, Leon?” ♣ “That's not a turtle, that's a Taur-tœy-çe, and she looks comfy.” ♠ “But... it's baking! In the noonday Sun!” ♦ “Would an oven be better for ¿∞‽” ♥ “But... what of Whitman, Price, & Haddad‽‽‽” ♪ “Does the turtle look fat? Maybe she ate them, or is about to give birth.”🃏And so on.)

tl:dr; this is fine. I miss your 🫧🌻🧠🦁🔫/cheer and your rag-tag gang of mewling Rebel sycophantick 🐘🦣 base, carnal deviant entanglements on two to four legs. (I'm their hero now; Ū±💎♀️ are beloved🍯ALL OVER THE🐜Aμnt🦁👑...Realm. Earth²: ⚡Allies, Rangers, K⁷û-paratr∞ps, Panamanian skippers, Belgian whores, everyone. Even Cher! Who is -so- nice! They all know I rescued... uh, “[CLASS🟥IFIED]”, and though none may dare explain ïT TO ME>—№NGL, there's no need to do so to me, to mE!) I also yearn to be able to conversate without needing to app-ly for a Licençe For Cavepaint. They're very strict around here... which is precisely why I chose Two Dawg Pharm to be my Home.

p.s.:.A fire eleπental caπe and went next door and incinerated The Company’s clandestine attack lab for Sith that don't Sith sow ell when no one bothers to... attack. (What? mE HOSTtelL? Fhat chance.) I hope you saw that! It was \NICKED! Since then... ✌🏻peace🕊️ has been 🇺🇳easy... and there still has been ☮️.

👁️

[Jackstar]

I felt bad for the spec.ops guμ I left behind in Kitsap lockup. He had been mobilized quickly, since I got transported unexpectedly. My timeframe, basically. Jumping their gun, whatever it was.

So I was able to divert the psyop thrust by being authentic, and, I also got to observe the spooky action at a distance.... kinda close up. It was interesting, like an art display. He was kinda rushed, and I guess has something on the line ... so he was tense. I was as empathetic as I could be.

I got released on PR and he was visibily non-plussed at my good fortune. What's good for the cat is bad for the bird. I walked out AFTER HOURS OF WAITING FOR “PAPERWORK TO BE FAXED, TAKES A LONG TIME, SORRRRRREEEEE” omg like even without PaladinVision™ it was a tough sell.

The delay was so yet another clan doe could be organically inserted to wait for the ferry with me. I saw her coming from 40 yards out. No shame in it.

I put the hype in hyper-vigilance. So, she very politely and considerately mentions she works for The Court, I demurely boast that she and I could make a decent trufflehouing duo, except I don't oink for pleasantries and she didn't bring her badge. And she had a husband. Not like that matters to doublefive°⁰§Owkind.

NGL: your genomic expression(s) are growing on me now that I'm learning the lingo pats. Like, once my tail finished sniffing mine and indicated I was a PoI... I spooged 15 minutes of intel into her lapel mic disguised as a carnation in about 7 minutes. Deep, deep cuts. All kinds of verified experiences and my deducements drawn thereof. It's possible she ovulated.

Then a man in an SUV came and whisked her away. I have no idea what I said. Things and stuff about thugs and Steph. Who is a major asshole. Always has been.

Turns out it's because I'm his zigger. I guess. I don't grok these KkK boiz. And they... aren't actually literate. Or immune to fentanyl-based mindslavery.

Whew! That's a lot of hot’n‘fresh intel. How fortunate that I am not busy with deep soul kisses or Elden Ring playing on my four consoles hooked up to any of my five TVs... all covered in talk sick mold.

I guess it's too bad I'm not willing to take cash payments in exchange for complicit silence—ISH because I would obviously be unfathomably skilled and gorgeously hunky while doing it.


However: I have class, Peanut. You rule. Adieu.

[Jackstar]

Days when I get to stare at my secret crush’s ass are the best days. No shame.

[Jackstar]

STUδ
Dear üⁿtërsqΩv^VV∅W∆——¿★‽,


Phase Vīīī: We hardly new ye. That was fast! I guess it wasn't too complicated!

Phase īX: kcongratulations. Welcome to The Next Level. This shouldn't prove difficult at all.

https://www.youtube.com/live/yjjRpgw33XQ?si=dUGsOvU68yw45f1b

You're probably gonna wanna skim through this. Because, I'm gonna need some... essays.

3 pages. Double-spaced. Double-sided. That means...

SI× (SIC) SIX {6}[Vī] SICK ₱ÆG3īS.
Topic: “Why J∆≤K★§†∆rR has to die.”


Should be easy to braaayyyyinstorm, n‘est-çe pas? Ideally, these should be hand-written with a mercury-based ink on flash paper. All the better for the burn-bag! However, not knowing how many interested parties are still alive and able to pose a legitimate claim, I can not fairly insist that the ancient protocols be followed to the letter. It's not just that I love to set poetry on fire. It is a tradition. (Standards.) Remember: if you and your entourage can't handle a three-page essay, you and they can't handle warp drive. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ Be of good cheer.

We're saving a bundle on legal fees. 🤑🤠😇

[Jackstar]

“He's been rather vicious on the forum.”


You should see me on urmo.


ALSO>§.M.M.==four (4) separate actors.


KÆKH-H-k,Kj-hk¡tH
AFS
TLS/∆Œb₱rvdBMG\SLT
AFS

[...] together, to get her together, the KKK has commissioned >K.īVī.ïVï.: the finest predator that Jaguar ever made for the US Armed Forces.

Specifically: USCENTCOMM CIV
PSI.IBl.OPZ.COM.MAN.ŒZD. (any resemblance to the actual name of That Division is entirely coincidental, i just happen to be a very good guesser, and do you know how boring it was to play The Division for ONE.(1).CALENDAR.YEAR while watching for [ΩN¥¹1:1°ⁿê] to pull their heads out? Because it was pretty goddam boring.

On the bright side, i got my questions answered in a manner that would have otherwise not have been possible.

Bummer, though. Most of all y'all were “bored” and you probably missed out on any opportunities to teach me anything remotely chill.

Well, that's good. Because i don't like being implicated in high crimes of treason... and i really don't like having to pay my American Express bill. (I've never had an American Express credit card.) LookK¡μ¥🗝️ĪĪ–ĪĪkë≥LlΠl_Πl_rh<:3Ë:≤K<3īEïHĪĪīīLμ

We're going to figure this out.
And you're going to write checks.

I'm fact, you have, all of you have...
ALREADY DONE THIS.


sovvWH∆T¡sŒīFFīR🐜∆№tNīT🗿 now? OīöīNīkKZ§‽‽🐽Don't ₱∆№īPÅ!\|NīCk>K<, ok?

It's far t∞ late for that.
THE DAWN HAS ARRIVED.



“viscious on the forum.” Son...

EvvEye you ewe >kKNO:›know№t{1}°ⁿë- Ω-THING AB00T FÆ-HUNG ANGER. *wiggle wiggle*

For starters: you Punies have not even tried to bring me... tribute. Sad!! (So sad.) And for another: YOUR SCHEME HAS COLLAPSED.

WHY?


BECAUSE mE, ßÆ:b:Ë;.··jܧT|īVī|³Ëë:..°°··>K7⁷‹ÎJ©çzÏ★≤û©CīZI⁷īÎī7ïVïKç¿≤zïZ!\ĪīÏË🆑!FīFÖR₹Œⁿ№G∅d. -God.  ŒND

DEAR 🍇🔨🕊️🪽🏟️:

OPERATIONZ HAVE BEEN SUCCESSFUL STOP PUNY IS AS PUNY DOES STOP PROUD I AM TO KNOW THAT THOTZGIVING DÆ HAS GONE EXACTLY ACCORDING TO PLAN STOP DEA IS NEUTRALIZED HERE STOP NAVY SEALS CAME LAST NIGHT AND ROOTED OUT SOME CORRUPT TRAVELLERS WHO WERE SQUATTING ACROSS THE ROAD STOP HEY CAN WE GET JOBS WITH THE PINKERTONS

&AND THEN

JOIN A BOWLING LEAGUE

&AND THEN

GET SHIRTS MADE

&AND THEN

GET THEM EMBROIDERED

&AND WE CALL OURSELVES


“!JUIÇ:Ë:Ē|—&Thrπμ>ÔīN≥kKüR¹‰§⁸8*T*8⁸№ⁿmEt∅†e<M”


LET ME KNOW STOP WHOA STOP STOP LOVE ¡J∆ī–ī!..olé!

[Jackstar]

Papaya, like yourself, is wondering why I have gathered you all here together.

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Depressed? Procrastinating?
Really? Wow, what's that like? (Word.)
Talk to your M.D. to find out if an ī₹קμx for ABILIFY®™ may be ®RīTE FOR (YOU)!

Maybe it's narcolepsy. Maybe it's snot.
Maybe you need another scoliosis screening. That's where you strip naked to the waist in front of the people who are asked to pretend to be children; all the better to bull:Ë:ev e. (It's a living.)

I'm not depressed about this. I am accepting. Because this is how... iT was all MEANT TO BE,🅱️; just 🅱️

👁️.∅♊⚖️🥦🔨🥩🕹️

(Be of good cheer. I don't enjoy sadism. I, in fact, don't like all the whining.

Some in the audience do. And when I die, all of them will be applying for a loan to get their own 25# gavel. But not yet.

I'm not finished with it. Ⓜ️Πμ!TīĪīVīETÅßLÊ‽

For (çïr₹ë). Now then. Still depressed? Well, have you heard of weed? Because it's fucking amazing.

Try it with sex and a cindered security clearance smoldering in the firebox. It's breathtaking, I can assure all of all y'all.

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[AZZERAE]

Sharing needles with homeless guys is all fun games until you get a positive HIV test back.

[Jackstar]

Sharing needles with homeless guys is all fun games until you get a positive HIV test back.

It's actually very funny how that works.

[Jackstar]

It's actually very funny how that works.

So I don't have to,

sow. .o7⁷

[Worthauger]

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[Worthauger]

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5..5:5..FIVE5: HIRED HIGHER. (This *does* worx.) graTc't'zy

fficer
Also: the POfficer who I spoke with today, who I believe was not actually an employee of The City of Bot-Elle, who I shall not identify by name, ought to be commended and KHAN-gratulated for their fine work in taking my Or-Elle Re/port\BERTH over the phone, after calling me back, after I HUNG THE FUCK UP ON Norcomm Dispatch, who took the first 911 call from me, that I have had to make in Quite Some Time.

She, sadly, was a real snippy, cunty. sexually frustrated, lying bitch-whore whoreweasel. An actual human female, in other words. Through the magik of PaladinVision(TM), I was able to discern, VIA A VISUAL INSPECTION OF THE SOUND WAVES BEING EMITTED FROM THE SMARTER IN MY SPEAKER-FONe-PHONE, that while she was delighted to get a chance to make thinly veiled insults during a real-time conversation with The Anomaly for the first time in a long while (I do not call 911 very often, but as can be safely and easily surmised, it's always a blast for everyone involved, ESPECIALLY BYSTANDING LOOKEE-LOOZ who typically stand agape, jaws 'n all, as they watch a lunatic possessed by a mad man write a letter to IT's Congressperson via a convulted, magickal NETWORK SYSTEM OF TOO-OO-RUBES, and then... STILL not get arrested, like, AHMAGERD, how can it be so effortless for a RAGING, OUT-OF-CONTROL NEEDLE JUNKIE TO SO FLAWLESSLY OBEY THE LAW FOR SO LONG? Surely, there must be some reason that can be contrived to arrest me? Uh, well, short answer is this:


ProKopCOPEtip: Nope. I guess that's where the "he must be a cop!" bullshit comes from... that's true, cops don't usually get arrested at all, and when they do, it's by Feds, and when it happens, it's not usually DONE AT 6 AM WHILE THEY'RE IN THEIR FUZZY BATHROBES AND BEING FILMED BY TMZ. Not usually, anyway. Shout out to Roger Stone: dude, I'm cool with you being a gayfaggagay and all, and of course y'all are tremblin' and quakin' in fear under your beds that Jackstar is gonna flip the overton window OVER ONTO HER STOMACH AND DO THE WINDOW UP THE BUTT, THUS IMPLANTING MONKEYPOX JOCKDOXXJACKDIX VIRII PARTICLES IN SOME STUPID MEXICAN SLUT'S POOPER, but, actually, no... not at all. I didn't do it the first time, either. That was Buzz Aldrin. And when I see that lying sack of shit, "astro-NAUGHT" is more like it, fuck that guy, anyways, I don't give a shit how old the two of you cunting mason dumpkopf-coughin masonic-wanking end up being.

I'm going to take one of your jawbones CLEAN THE FUCK OFF, *snap* and then use that to give the both of you YOUR THIRD AND FOURTH (&AND FINAL!) BRAND NEW HUMAN ASSHOLES. You get it? I'm sick of your shit, pal, and like a milk bag being drained too slowly into a pig trough for Canadian Bacon-eating PINKO-PIGGO-COMMIE SWINE, I'm gonna install a few more shit-outlets for your santa claws and escape clausy LOWER-RECTAL-COLON to hurry the fuck up and drain, drain, drain, all that MILK nto the PIGTROUGH so your RYE-SEE-CESS-KRISPIES can start to snap, crackle, and pop a lot sooner. Like, a lot a lot sooner. I'm not really all that pissed at you, personally, Mr. Roger Stone, but, number one: I can see why people hate/hated you.

And, number two: I am sure you know the difference between an _acutal_ threat and a euphemism without having to pretend to be a non-native English speaker to get a definition, holy Christ, what a fucking piece of work that fuckin' chuckle-headed FUCKCUNTFUCKb is/was. So anyway. yeah, I'm obviously not going to rip off your jawbone and use it to punch holes in the lower body of that other guy, just to fill a pig trough filled with LITTLE TALKING ELVES to START POPPING OFF FASTER. Fuck! I fucking WISH it were that easy. I would have done that DAY ONE if it had been at all possible.

It is not. It is so not. For one thing, it wouldn't be bi-partisan if I could guarantee that it was -always- gonna be the other guy's jawbone getting ripped off. And I'm gonna face facts, right here, Mister Fister Missed Her Ratline Fucker While Ratfucking Ratfucklines All Goddam Day: you're a National strategic resource of an anomously high calibre of skill, sauve savvy and scintilating wisdom, and you can whizz it out as well as, if not better, than I can. C'est... non?

Yeah that part I'm not sure about it. You might be damaged goods, I guess. The Nixon tattoo. The arrest video. THE FACT THAT YOUR BEARD WAS WEARING PINK. ("Dude. Kudos. Niced00Dcud-doe-DOA-do'h!") AND, THE MANNER IN WHICH YOU SEEM TO HAVE UP AND FUCKIN' VANISHED FROM ANY SKEIN OF SIGNIFICANT PUBLIC DISCOURSE. What? What? This isn't interesting? This isn't important? Or... did you not pay your Comcast bill?

The most likely explanation is that I do not scour The Internet for thin-knee holes to jump Internet Protocols with. Also, I have never, -ever- used The Dark Web, and I guess, i don't plan to. Because it sure would have been useful to learn how to do that before now, that's for sure. Now? I'm too busy writing geeky fangeek OPEN LETTER TO ROGER STONE OMG I AM ACTUALLY DOING THIS? WEIRD. I MUST BE REALLY FUCKING BORED. WHY DON'T I GO OUT AND GET LAID INSTEAD? PFFT! I SHOULD KNOW HOW TO GET A LIFE BY NOW. MAYBE I REALLY AM RETARDED. MAYBE I AM THAT PSYCHOTIC. OMG! I JUST THOUGHT THIS!!!

MAYBE DUSTIN HOFFMAN IS ACTUALLY TAMARA LEIGH IN A REVERSE TIME-TRACKED OVERLAY-OVERTON WINDOW/WINDOW pane/AGONY/bitchslap-yapping, without the cocaine tongue? :thinking: hrrm. Could be. Could be. The facts sure do line up. That's for damn sure.


New paragraph. Keep the same camera, I don't have time for all this painanon PAIN ADDICT BULLSHIT, sorry Allison, you're blown anyway. OH, BTW, SPEAKING OF ALLISON: your dumpkopf eldest son/scion-son\goldenNIGGERFAGGOT boy is posing as "Christina" and is supposedly the manager of a Big 5 Sporting Goods, down yonder at the strip mall past the cr-ick. I almostb didn't recognize him, but... well, I knew there was a reason I wasn't actually making actual passes at him/her\IT, and it wasn't because he wasn't cute enough.

It was because Bailey Jane's soul was being used as bound spiritual hostage sauce in a very messy Blank Cauldron and, as much as I do love and adore her, uhm, look, you know my fucking name, you know my goddam number, and you are probably still siphoning money from my bank accounts with your stupid little fraud schemes, so if you actually wanted to ACTUALLY DATE AN ACTUAL MAN FOR ONCE, Lesbeau Billy Faggy Diamond Pruning Shears, aka "Venusian Cash Jockey-KEY-ultra-KEY-KEY," why, you could fucking call me on THE PHONE and ask me OUT. But oh no, oh no, oh no-no-no... you don't think it's "real" unless somone else pays, and begs, and wonders, and hopes, and, eventually, what? A kiss on the cheek and a skip tracer notice 3 years later, and a team of ruthless real estate grubbing LOANSHARK LANDSHAW ARK MIDNIGHT-NO-WAIT-IT'S-NOON-WOW-THESE-VR-GOGGLES-ARE-COMPLICATED, and if someone is really lucky, you're gonna cast Paralyze Wallet-Bearer Level 99 on me/your target right after I park the car, but before you get out, and you're gonna, oh boy, suck the ki essence out of a frozen Han Solo while everything but the glans is locked away like frozen butterflies on display in SpaceCarbonite(TM)?

Will it be Tuesday afternoon on a slow off-season day down at the Borneo Marina and BARS AND GRILL,JACKSTAR'S GRILL, HAHAH, WE GET TO STEAL THINGS AND LAUGH AT YOU, AHAHA, SEE? IT"S LEGAL BECAUSE WE OUT NUMBER YOU AND WE"ER CYBER!!!!11! So just give in, Kuczi. Start eating dick. ALL THE WOMEN ARE DEAD, REPLACED NBY ROBOTS, HAAHAH, YOU WAITED TOO LONG, YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO KISS TAMMY'S ASS NOW, HAHH, NO CHOICE! NO ONE ELSE WANTS TO IMMOBILIZE YOU IN KEVLAR(R)(TM) AND MAKE A DESULTORY, MODICUM-OF-EFFORT INSPIRED ATTEMPT TO BUILD AN ERECT PENIS OUT OF A LONG-DORMANT AND SAFELY ENSCONCED TELESCOPIC TORTOISE CRANIUM, AND I SHOULD BE SO LUCKY, RIGHT? BECAUSE I'M SO SELFISH. HOW DARE I?

HOW DARE I POSSESS A PRIMARY SEXUAL ORGAN THAT, BY DESIGN, INTENT, AND WILLFULLY SKILED AND DIRECTED SKULPTING... is usually retracted back into the human body, thus making it IMPOSSIBLE (AGAIN, BY DESIGN) FOR RAMPAGING SEMEN-HUNGRY BATSHIT-CRAZY BABY-BATTER STEALING FUCKED-A-TON PIECE-OF-SHITWEASELS' SHIT MALE CHAUNVIST PIGS (!"oinkz!" hey did you know that Scooby-Doo, who is dark in color, hungers for snacks, rolls around in a van with moron white people, and... well, anyway, you get the idea, but the point being, SHAGGY HAS GOT MORE GAME ON THAN YOU DO, AND HE DOESN'T TAKE SHOWERS EITHER. And, I guess, LIVES WITH A DOG. WHO, ANTHROPOMORPHICALLY SPEAKING, COULD NOT BE ANY LESS OF A BITCH THAN YOUR MOTHER. Who is alive again, btw. Did I mention? Yeah, you probably thought I was jsut "high" or "joking." Nope, I'm dead serious.

Your mother. Alive again. My friend. Probably dead by now, or maybe past the point of expiry, like in that A.I. abortion-on-screen that KinoJsoow threw up after raiding ju-rubrick-KU/bricks\BRIX tomb for more show notes to steal... anyway, I don't know if Your_Mother is still around and kickin', or if your stupid cunt of a husband ("Hello, my name is not Michael Vandeven," because I have actual class AND a job, you fucking faggot, hey thanks for stealing my Samsung Infuse 4G, oh by the way, SOMEONE STOLE THAT FROM ME BEFORE I MOVED OUT OF 16266, which is too bad, because I was going to use it to collect a stool sample from you, in reverse, THE HARD WAY, but instead....

who steals a goddam cellphone, obsolete FOR YEARS, bricked SEVERAL YEARS BEFORE THAT, while watching (but not hardly helping) a man move out of the house he lived in for 40+ years... like, why did the Infuse 4G disappear before I moved 200 miles south to Little Harper's Ferry? Well, I'll tell you why:

a bricked cellphone still has an IMEI number and *bricked* is a relative term. for example, passing UFOes could have, at one time, "scanned for lifeforms" at the 16266 address, and then Varafied that The Man who Owned Jack@trioptimum.com AND a Samsung Infuse 4G, was still, in fact, living there. I guess. "Living" is such a relative term.


fast forward to now: YOU (i know it's you, asshole, fuck your plausible deniability) HAVE SENT AT LEAST 5 WAVES OF CLANDO PSYOP TEAMS TO GET ME TO LEAVE THAT GODDAM HOUSE. YOU KNOW, THE ONE WHERE YOU DUMPED THE WOMAN YOU HAD BEEN RAPING AND STRANGULATING TO DEATH, OVER AND OVER, FOR YEARS, BECAUSE, WOW, WHEN IT COMES TO ADDICTIONS, THAT'S ONE HELL OF A BELL-RINGER TO HAVE TO BE IN DENIAL OF, MISTER "HI, MY NAME IS M.V.&.= AND I JUST BROKE MY SEVENTH KEYBOARD OF THE DAY OVER MY OWN HEAD, BUT AT LEAST I DON'T SMOKE TEH_MEEEEEEEEEEETH AND I'M DEDICATED TO FOLLOWING THIS POOR FUCKIGN AROUND THE ETIRE KNOWN UNIVERSE TO REMIND HIM THAT I'M FUCKING HIS GIRLFRIEND AND I'M PUTTING HIM IN PRISON AND HE NEEDS TO GET A JOOOOOOOOOB AND HE IS A JUUUUUUUUNKIE AND NEEDLES AND OH, BTW, I SOLD OUT MY OWN DAUGHTER AND THE ONLY GODDAM PERSON I WAS THINKING ABIUT GETTING A TATTOO WITH IS NOW TRAPPED LIKE REGAN IN TEH EXORCIST WHILE SOME BI-BITCH GOLDEN ISLAND WONDERBOY Z-GGER LUNKHEAD JUNKY FUCK HAS SHITLOADS OF MONEY, AND CARS, AND GUNS, AND TOYS, AND WHATEVER THE FUCK ALL ESLE HE AS, THIS SHITBAG TELLS ME I NEED TO LEARN RESPECT AND WAS OBSERVED TO BE PHHYSICALLY TORMENTING A MINOR CHILD IN THE BACK OF A CAR THAT HE WAS TOLD TO STOP DOIG THAT IN, BY THE OWNER OF THE FUCKING CAR, AND THIS SON-OF-A-BITCH NOT ONLY DOESN'T STOP DOING IT... HE LATER STEALS THE CAR, AND RAPES THAT SAME MINOR CHILD ON YOUTUBE THORUGH THE MAGICK OF WHAT I WOLD LIKE TO CALL, "YEAH, IT'S SIMLUATED, BUT IT'S A DRY WIT." SO THAT MAKES IT ALL OKAY, EH? EH?


I'M GONNA PUNCH THIS CAN OF FRESCA RIGHT UP YOUR ASS AND INTO YOUR TONSILS, YOU LYING DEGERNATE MONKEYPOX-DICK ARROGANT DICK WOW IS THAT A DICK DO THEY REALLY GET THAT BIG DICK WELL I GUESSS SO DICK GEE THANKS FOR ALL THE PICTURES OF ALLISON FRANCES' SHAW'S ELDEST SONS DICK WOW THAT IS LARGE DICK I BET THAT'S A LOT OF FUN TO HAUL AROUND WHILE FLACCID DICK IT ACTUALLY LOOKS MORE BURDENSOME WHEN NOT ERECT DICK BECAUSE AT LEAST WHEN IT IS AROUSED DICK THERE'S PROBABLY A LOT OF IT HAULED BACK UP INTO THE DICK BODY DICK BY SOME MIDGET PULLING A STRING DICK IN THE BACK DICK INSTALLED IN THE SPINE DICK OH AND ALSO DICK YOU ARE NOT VERY GOOD AT BEING A RETAIL CASH JOCKEY DICK AND HOW THE FUCK YOU GOT TAPPED DICK TO BE THE MAN WHO TORTURES BAILEY JANE DAVIDSON DICK FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE DICK KNOWING THAT IF IT WERE NOT FOR YOU DICK AND YOUR HUGE DICK, DICK, WELL... I GUESS SHE WOULD STILL BE A VIRGIN DICK TWAT POOF TWINKY POOF. OR SOMETHING.

Now, i know that wasn't 100% Roger Stone, or, BENJAMIN THOMAS COOPER, DICK because, btw, I can see why *certain* members of Grapefleet (Z--GGERDyK!) are still 1000% ultra-mega-PISSED at me, Jackstar. (*polite* Fuck you too, Sidhe-Bitches; MAYBE THAT'S WHY YOU SHOULDN'T GROOM AND RAPE CHILDREN WHEN THEY'RE 15.5 YEARS OLD AND YOU'RE ALL CRUISING AROUND IN YOUR TIME-TRAVEL-ACTIVE MEET-SUIT-MEATSUITS, HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR FUCKING LIVES BEING MISERABLE ABUSIVE BULLY-BI-BUY-BITCH-BULLYING-CUNTING-FUCKING-WHORES IN American, U.S., circa 1980's high schools. You think? You reckon?

It's 2024 now, and those days are long gone. Heh. Remember Miami Vice? what a bunch of bullshit. Well, they have something else like it now... They have The Richard Groyper Assholes & Robot Elbows & Raping Audience Members With Downs Sin-Syndrome-SUNDAY-THUNDERSUNDAE-NIGHT-



FIGHTS. (Whew. That was close.) Now, I know that you'd all like me to scroll-scrollscroll jup and fix the typos -- as well as the general disarray of narrrative structure, which even for me, as of right now, has certainly seen better days, but believe it or nooooot, I am NOT tempted.

Here's why: I'm just not that into the human genome anymore. /shrug. Sowwee. The men who are nice, do not have vaginas, and the men who are nice who do have vaginas are alien cuntwitches that have had their hearts removred with some kind of ice-cream scoop like thing, and replaced by ACTUAL DRU idICE. Or something similiary noxious. Truth be told... I don't really feel like re-reseaching every bit of occult knowledge I come across. It is fascinatimg, in general, to me, but anything "low-vibe", as the kids say and as the mothers of kids who are intensely focused on virtue sniggerteacherssniggles like to say, bascially anything to do with my penisk? Bored of it. That inlcudes vag. Former lover's vaj, present vaj borne by moron half-wits who think that they're getting blown or fucked and then BLOWN THE FUCK AWAY by serial killer Kuczi, got news for you, TootsGrampsToots: NO THEY AIN'T.

i can think of, with the greatest of ease, five or six women whose names i either used to know or still have engraved on my heart, that I would have once done all manner of things for, or towards the notion of being impressing them--and where i might go to find them. Like, actual addresses. I could drive there! I COULD DRIVE THERE NOW AND SAY HELLO AND MAYBE GET IN AND OUT LIKE A NINJA WHO NEEDS A BATH! Because at this point I'd rather have a cast-iron bathtub with harpy-clawed feet between me and my Calvinist orthodoxy, and do I have to have the water come between us? Yeah, i suppose. I would be in a bathtub, after all. HOWEVER: any of those chicas I was referring to, thesse days, I would be skeptical if they could actually produce a whole bathrub's worth of water suitable for bathing in, FOR ME that is, no doubt they all have their special "It's for ladies' only!" survival supplies, but as far as I can see, the word has gone out: any girl who is nice to Kuczi is gonna get the curb shat stomped out of her down at the next meeting of "Yee Haw! We're Gay! We're Proud! We're Now Enslaved To Alien Panda Breeders!" how you like those fucking pancakes now, you arrogant Jeosophat-phat-fat-fat-FATASS MAKE UP WEARING STUPID FUCKING? YOU THINK THAT IS FUCKING? HAHAHA, NO, MORON.

Roger, I don't even know where to begin with you. You're -both- dismissed: take the Keyoka Canuck with you. She likes Canada. It's got Raising Tim Horn-Ton's in it still, yeah? Look, trust me, just give Short Round Twiggy Cyberplus++ a barrel of coffee and a promise that I'm not mad at her, and she'll be a lot more co-operative, I assure you, like holy shit, if she can handle being attached to that motorbike-vanadalizing bikefaggotbike-truckstealing WolverineMonger, even in theory, she is obviously really, really tough.

To deal with, as well, I would imagine, since it wasn't all that long ago THAT YOU HAD HER IN A DREAMCOW AND BEING DRIVEN AROUND BY LOO-IS-DRAIN-CESS-SUCK, and I hadnt met him at the time, and she was looking at me through the driver's side window like I was had been or was about to do somethign awful, and as it would seem that I was doing drugs WITHOUT her and wasn't tryign very hard (or indeed, AT ALL to have sex WITH HER), and instead of seeing me again, she had to be repeatedly abused by IDK who, but obviously, a gang of total assholes, like what a fucking waste of time, and she's rolling around with... Louis Wain?

he's a racist bigot drug addict faghot who only gets an erection for twat when he's been chemi-keyed to be physically able to do so, AND when he knows he's raping the sutffin' out of someone that Jackstar would like TO AT LEAST HAVE A GODDAM PHONE CALL WIHT FROM TIME TO TIME. BUT DOES THE PHONE RING? OH, NOOOOOOOOOO.

No one fucking calls. No one fucking writes. NO ONE DOES ANYTHIGN BUT ANNOY THE SHIT OUT OF ME WHILE YOU STUPID BELLGAB CUNTS EMBARASS THE FUCK OUT OF YOURSELVES WHILE CONTINUING TO DEMONSTRATE WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN DOING THE ENTIRE TIME: ABUSING ME, AND ABUSING YOUR POWER, AND BREAKING THE LAW AS MUCH AS IT IS NECESSARY IN ORDER TO ENSURE THAT YOU CAN  KEEP DOING IT FOR EVER, WITHOUT EVER HAVING TO STOP. OR BE ARRESTED. OR BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE. OR PAY ME BACK. OR PAY ME AT ALL., OR GIVE BACK WHAT YOU SAID YOU WERE BORROWING. OR ADMIT TO STALKING AND STEALING FROM ME FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, YOU TIME-TRAVELLING SPACE VAMPIRES ARE FUCKING PATHETIC.

* Worthauger is really unaffected by the ingestion of vaporized crystal methamphetamine vapor, but, out of a respect for the sensitivities of others, does not go outside to HAIL SATAN, SMOKE METH, AND FUCK YOUR MOTHER, bitch, but that's mostly because I don't want to take our friendship to that level right now.

There's just so many conversations I would have been happy to have had a dozen fucking years ago that I am perfectly content to have with her mother right now, or rather, in about an hour from now, were I to decide to do that and drive to her last known location. Now, it is unlikely that I am going to actually do that.

Because, for one thing, having written all that down, it kinda ruins the mystique of the fantasy. For another, I could talk to her any time I wanted to before when she was still dead, duh. But the talking back, well... that's not so easy. Unless I am at home, on my Special Needs Gravefarm Stone 4 Rapefr00t RoboWhores(TM), but I'm not, I'm about 125 miles to the north. I don't really want to listen to what she has to say right now, anyway, because it woudl probably be something, like, "maybe I should have done more than send a Hallmark card and one or two pictures of 2 or 3 women," or, mos def, "this kid is more boring than I remember and he doens't have any hair. does he have to keep going on and on? maybe I should gamble with myself on whether or not I can kick his balls up into his throat."

She, of course, can. However, we're not going that route at all. I'm just going to go out, smoke some tobaccor while using Sourcery to disarm the bomb that has been installed on my motorcycle (PaladinVision(TM) really is quite useful to have, and yes, I am not kidding: OBVIOUSLY PEOPLE WANT ME DEAD, FOR EXMAMPLE, THAT WOMAN'S DAUGHTER, THAT WOMAN'S DAUGHTER'S HUSBAND, AND THAT WOMAN'S DAUGHTER'S HUSBAND'S DOG. (Bitch, you have got 4 paws and annoying bark. You aren't Grapefruit. You're RAPEBONOZDOG, if anyone. Cheer up, Pooch. If anyone's dog deserves to be raped, it's Bono's dog. Now, go fetch yourself a rabbi

Ask if yourself if I look like I'm done being pissed, because I'm fucking well, not, AND, none of you dipshits even know what I look like because HER STUPID CUNT OF A HUSBAND HAS FUCKED UP MY ONLINE IDENTITY FROM HERE TO VICTORIA'S SUNSET STRIP VIA BY WAY OF DOWNTOWN JULIA CHILDS' BROWN-Y-AUR-TWATSTOMP-TOEZIES."

So fuck your paycheck, Chunky-Lunky MonkeyPOXwhorePOX, I don't give a shit if you're pissed either. You're a fucking thief, you stole my shit, you left me to die, you're a terrible actor, you're an even worse liar, I bet you lie to everyone all the time and they have no idea, and you think you're so fucking smart, eh? YOU ARE. YOU REALLY ARE.

SO THAT'S WHY
YOU CAN PROBABLY FIGURE OUT WHY I AM SO FUCKING PISSED, AND DO NOT GIVE A SINGLE GODDAM SOLITARY SHIT IF I HAVE MADE IT MORE DIFFICULT FOR YOU TO STEAL YOUR LATEST SET OF HOUSES, YOU UNGRATEFUL TRAMP CUNTING LOCK-BREAK-CHAD-DEAD-MORON-LOSER!

You blew the arrangement, you treated me and my home with disrespect, AND MY MOTHER DOES NOT SEEM VERY IMPRESSED WITH YOU EITHER. and yet, you STILL ANSWER THE FUCKIGN PHONE WHEN I CALL 911 AND PRETEND TO BE DISPATCH. WTF. WELL, HELL, MAYBE YOU ARE DISPATCH, SNCE YOU'RE SUCH A FANCY FUCKING NON-THREAT TO SOCIETTY AND ALL. LOL.

incidenntally, you don't sound ANYTHING like either Kila, or Dray, or Dumbo, or Orrin Snatch the Fourth. (Probably not my favorite snatch because I am pretty sure this one is a clone that you lobotomized with your stupid glass straw bullshit.) So, all the work you have done, IS USELESS, DUPER-STY!

EVERYONE KNOWS
COPS KNOW
TELPHONE OPERATORS KNOW
BELLGAB KNOWS
YOUTUBE KNOWS
ANYONE WHO KNOWS FUCKIGN ANYTHING KNOWS

YOU ARE FUCKING CAUGHT AND BUSTED AND THE ONLY THING YOU ARE DOING BY CONTINUING TO STALK, ANTAGONIZE, AND HARRASS ME IS TO INCREASE THE AMOUNT OF DOLLARSIGNS AND BUCKAGES I AM SUING YOUR SHITBAG HOBO ELITE FAMILY FOR, HOW LONG IT WILL TAKE YOU TO WIN BACK ALL THE MONEY AT THE RACETRACK BY "GOING LONG ON JOCK DOUGH NUT KEY NUT", AND GIVING YOUR DOGS LONGER TIME IN THEIR HUMAN MEATSUITS THAT YOU ARE OBVIOUSY DOING ALL THIS FOR, BECAUSE I LIKE YOUR DOGS. I LIKE THEM BETTER THAN I LIKE YOU.

THEY UNDOUBTEDLY HAVE BETTER LOOKING-LITTER MATES, AND ARE SUBSTANTIALLY MORE POLITE TO BOOT. YOUR ASSHOLE SISTER WAS GIVEN CHOCOLATE, AND WHAT DOES SHE DO IN RESPONSE? WELL, YOU TELL ME.

YOU'RE THE ONE SUCKING HER DICK, AND WHILE I AM INFURIATED THAT I HAVE TO GO THIS FAR, THIS LONG, THIS INANELY TO MAKE MY POINT, I AM AT LEAST GRATIFIED THAT I HAVE DONE SO. OH, AND THAT SHE'S STILL ALIVE. ISN'T THAT COOL? I CAN RAISE THE DEAD, WITH OR WITHOUT JESUS! (THANK YOU JESUS!) THAT SHOULD MAKE IT EASIER TO GET ALL YOUR DEAD VICTIMS THE OPPORTUNITY TO TESTIFY THAT THEY WOUDL HAVE HAD, HAD YOU NOT BEEN A LOBOTOMIZE MK-ULTRA SECRET CEREAL KILLER ASSASSIN, THAT'S FOR DAMN SURE.

* Worthauger wonders if the crickets chirping would mind just shutting the fuck up and going back to silently smoking crystal methamphetaime.

Fuck that Jiminy Cricket. I bet he cuts baby cricket laxative with cocoa coca and Ex-Lax, just to terrify the maid. How rude!


(:foot:/BOOK)

[WORTHAUGERa]

(Vengeance for $OM∆Ê_F∆G∅₱¡gj·.)

I know it looks fabulously easy, all this high-level diplomacy shiz. Because for mE‽, īT Ī§! I make ¡t hard to read — no shame in it; Elohim is not meant to be EVER read by ΩΠ√MORE of you damned, dirtypillow-fixated Ape-⟩⟨kekKX×⟩⟨-Monk-Pig-°¡ⁿk!⁰¡>KÏ🐽G, FU>K🗝️=FUK🗝️👑K🦁🐗G•FUK•FAGjGj🔨z than is ABSOLUTELY, UNFATHOMABLY NECESSARY,· 🪶AA✂️🪽 not with §T∆ⁿndD—🛎️(“Ding!“)🛎️DONG🙈MONG🙉KONG🙊Z·—¿⚒️🛠️‽³rs!!!

I'll not be surprised if there's a new addition to the censorship list out of Zug the other (“Ne×!T¡”) day, because what I just wrote is f****** file, vile, bile and ur-ßīLÊ! wixked-dirtμ profane speech. No shame in it. For me.

(⁴3vvE: CINDERELLA, GLASS THE THUNDERDOME. *click*3>ÏkK••★•👁️)∅H-ü₹.WELL💦COM:Ë:✂️🆎ēē🐞🦋🦋/🐛∆🦜\.. yeah I bet you want to change cameras. Brokeī\ĪHROAT the lens, BÅẞĪ.🧀📸

🍕🍔🍩.←∅↑_↓

FOR YOU, a§§īīĪĪ⭕ĪĪīīLμ JUST KNOW THAT YOU🫵🏿EWE🪽HAVE BECOME UNFATHOMABLY DAMNED (“F∆mE!“) FOR THE REST OF YOUR ENTIRE LIFE BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED BY THE STAR LADY TO BE ONE OF THE PEOPLE WHO IS ON THE HOOK FOR REALLY PISSING OFF JACKSTAR.