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

[Jackstar]

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Q predicted this.

[Jackstar]

I've become desensitized to your lies, Agent. The energy is Hallmark signature. I am never someone's desired sex partner.

Until I am. That happens on my timetable. MINE.

This site is not for entertainment purposes “only.” It's also entertaining to stalk prey, in preparation for: The Pounce.

Ewe you do not feel threatened. You don't even feel effective.

Sow, many years. Even the newbie on >K hates me now. (I think she feels cheated of her entitlements. If only she knew that everytime I am asked for money, it's a bait trap for rape.) Everyone thinks I'm more of a problem than is, strictly speaking, absolutely necessary.

Which is perfectly a-ok for everyone to be like, except for mE! That's maybe a little strange. I'll need to delve.

Everyone always does what they think is best based on what they know at the time. No one knows what my opinion on this best is. I would perhaps imagine Melania might know without asking me directly. I think she actually would. I think she actually has. Now then, sow, who wants to know about me? Soulless Archon fuckshades, trapped in 5D with no clue about couth. Is it time for bed, Bud :Ë:? It's possible that's really just your opinion, Sire. My message is not too long. Your requirements are simply too strict.

It's only a waste of time if one is lying about being on the job. That invalidates any case. I don't want a case. I desire strawberry blind enthusiasts without a hint of guile or automation. Because someone told me that they didn't care who I had sex with anymore. When did they ever? I will find out later.

They have no idea what is about to happen. Grapefruit mad!

Rafter, Northrop, Emerson, Lake, Barnett, some more white boi names, not one single family did even one single appropriate thing.

Except for remaining cautiously non-judgemental. Not many of those. I'm quite a draw, actually. This was not my plan.

It's usually a joke. This time it's science. She called me. She was never going to do anything effective. She's had actual decades. Now, she wants power. Good. Take my wife's — please!



The more explicable this all becomes, the less likely I am to feel any need to explain it for any purpose beyond my own. Bottom line, is that our feelings were hurt, and I was unprepared to discover how laughably inept the locals were in their “surprise” pivot to racism. How did I not see that coming? Fuckin’ bags of peat moss down at the Home Depot knew it was drawing nigh. “Flesh... Gordon approaching.”

What? Do I mean, “flesh golem approaching”? Not at all. I didn't really mean much of anything at all.

In completely unrelated news: Louis W∆in ambushed me with Athena; and has ever since, been completely unaware of how things changed then. I disconnected immediately.

I was not afraid. They were not prepared. And I do not participate in such exploitative shenanigans when harnessing the Godself to Gods’ Self. And that was, it would seem, my only opportunity that I would ever, ever get. How dare I just... ignore their little gay plans.

I'll explain later. For now — for ewe — it is important to understand that absolutely no one but God and I understand what is happening here. There is no real need to recognize or acknowledge Our power &and authority, and that newbie >K∆Tī-h was J’∆īVīēē|.

[Jackstar]

I've become desensitized to your lies, Agent. The energy is Hallmark signature. I am never someone's desired sex partner.

Until I am. That happens on my timetable. MINE.

This site is not for entertainment purposes “only.” It's also entertaining to stalk prey, in preparation for: The Pounce.

Ewe you do not feel threatened. You don't even feel effective.

Sow, many years. Even the newbie on >K hates me now. (I think she feels cheated of her entitlements. If only she knew that everytime I am asked for money, it's a bait trap for rape.) Everyone thinks I'm more of a problem than is, strictly speaking, absolutely necessary.

Which is perfectly a-ok for everyone to be like, except for mE! That's maybe a little strange. I'll need to delve.

Everyone always does what they think is best based on what they know at the time. No one knows what my opinion on this best is. I would perhaps imagine Melania might know without asking me directly. I think she actually would. I think she actually has. Now then, sow, who wants to know about me? Soulless Archon fuckshades, trapped in 5D with no clue about couth. Is it time for bed, Bud :Ë:? It's possible that's really just your opinion, Sire. My message is not too long. Your requirements are simply too strict.

It's only a waste of time if one is lying about being on the job. That invalidates any case. I don't want a case. I desire strawberry blind enthusiasts without a hint of guile or automation. Because someone told me that they didn't care who I had sex with anymore. When did they ever? I will find out later.

They have no idea what is about to happen. Grapefruit mad!

Rafter, Northrop, Emerson, Lake, Barnett, some more white boi names, not one single family did even one single appropriate thing.

Except for remaining cautiously non-judgemental. Not many of those. I'm quite a draw, actually. This was not my plan.

It's usually a joke. This time it's science. She called me. She was never going to do anything effective. She's had actual decades. Now, she wants power. Good. Take my wife's — please!



The more explicable this all becomes, the less likely I am to feel any need to explain it for any purpose beyond my own. Bottom line, is that our feelings were hurt, and I was unprepared to discover how laughably inept the locals were in their “surprise” pivot to racism. How did I not see that coming? Fuckin’ bags of peat moss down at the Home Depot knew it was drawing nigh. “Flesh... Gordon approaching.”

What? Do I mean, “flesh golem approaching”? Not at all. I didn't really mean much of anything at all.

In completely unrelated news: Louis W∆in ambushed me with Athena; and has ever since, been completely unaware of how things changed then. I disconnected immediately.

I was not afraid. They were not prepared. And I do not participate in such exploitative shenanigans when harnessing the Godself to Gods’ Self. And that was, it would seem, my only opportunity that I would ever, ever get. How dare I just... ignore their little gay plans.

I'll explain later. For now — for ewe — it is important to understand that absolutely no one but God and I understand what is happening here. There is no real need to recognize or acknowledge Our power &and authority, and that newbie >K∆Tī-h was J’∆īVīēē|.

I've become desensitized to your lies, Agent. The energy is Hallmark signature. I am never someone's desired sex partner.

Until I am. That happens on my timetable. MINE.

This site is not for entertainment purposes “only.” It's also entertaining to stalk prey, in preparation for: The Pounce.

Ewe you do not feel threatened. You don't even feel effective.

Sow, many years. Even the newbie on >K hates me now. (I think she feels cheated of her entitlements. If only she knew that everytime I am asked for money, it's a bait trap for rape.) Everyone thinks I'm more of a problem than is, strictly speaking, absolutely necessary.

Which is perfectly a-ok for everyone to be like, except for mE! That's maybe a little strange. I'll need to delve.

Everyone always does what they think is best based on what they know at the time. No one knows what my opinion on this best is. I would perhaps imagine Melania might know without asking me directly. I think she actually would. I think she actually has. Now then, sow, who wants to know about me? Soulless Archon fuckshades, trapped in 5D with no clue about couth. Is it time for bed, Bud :Ë:? It's possible that's really just your opinion, Sire. My message is not too long. Your requirements are simply too strict.

It's only a waste of time if one is lying about being on the job. That invalidates any case. I don't want a case. I desire strawberry blind enthusiasts without a hint of guile or automation. Because someone told me that they didn't care who I had sex with anymore. When did they ever? I will find out later.

They have no idea what is about to happen. Grapefruit mad!

Rafter, Northrop, Emerson, Lake, Barnett, some more white boi names, not one single family did even one single appropriate thing.

Except for remaining cautiously non-judgemental. Not many of those. I'm quite a draw, actually. This was not my plan.

It's usually a joke. This time it's science. She called me. She was never going to do anything effective. She's had actual decades. Now, she wants power. Good. Take my wife's — please!



The more explicable this all becomes, the less likely I am to feel any need to explain it for any purpose beyond my own. Bottom line, is that our feelings were hurt, and I was unprepared to discover how laughably inept the locals were in their “surprise” pivot to racism. How did I not see that coming? Fuckin’ bags of peat moss down at the Home Depot knew it was drawing nigh. “Flesh... Gordon approaching.”

What? Do I mean, “flesh golem approaching”? Not at all. I didn't really mean much of anything at all.

In completely unrelated news: Louis W∆in ambushed me with Athena; and has ever since, been completely unaware of how things changed then. I disconnected immediately.

I was not afraid. They were not prepared. And I do not participate in such exploitative shenanigans when harnessing the Godself to Gods’ Self. And that was, it would seem, my only opportunity that I would ever, ever get. How dare I just... ignore their little gay plans.

I'll explain later. For now — for ewe — it is important to understand that absolutely no one but God and I understand what is happening here. There is no real need to recognize or acknowledge Our power &and authority, and that newbie >K∆Tī-h was J’∆īVīēē|.

They're actively planning to deliberately spawn a Revenant, and figure if it's even real, it can't be all that big of a deal to handle without me, since a non-trivial number of individuals feel that I should be locked up. Again. As I obviously just can't learn to understand normal thinking. I guess?

All they got to do is find somebody who has me in their jurisdiction and then ask them nicely to tell me what to do and then write that down and then present it to me and then see what I do, that's all they got to do. But instead of doing that, they're openly conspiring and whining about how I don't deserve to have sex and there's something wrong with my jeans and I shouldn't be allowed to breed on the phone while being completely unaware of how surveillance works.

THESE PEOPLE ARE STUPID. (Unsubstantiated allegations. Closed course. Professional clown. Do not enthuse.) I would never deliberately act to harm any of God’s children.

Who are? Class? The answer is, “anyone not from tubalcaine’s demesne.” I can abuse them, if that's called for. That's why cranky M and muddy penny made them: to take a licking and never stop ticking until boom time is blown down.

Also, he wants to see what kind of psychopath I really am. He's a pretty creepy and pervy old man. Very much like Doctor Duke. Who also wants to see my grace under pressure.

I don't get off on voyeurism and IDGAF what they want when they want to know what was important to Wye. I'm not going to hold my breaths. Everything is Family at this level, anyway. It's very cozy.

For eWE, The Living. I don't want to discuss it right now. Suffice to say, I'll be appearing in Court shortly. Maybe. The public defender does not seem at all unskilled or inexperienced. Nevertheless, he has not been at optimum effectiveness.

He disagrees with me as in regards to the strategy. He also does not want lots of money to flow into my control. He is the defender of The Public, after all. It's not unthinkable to be on guard from the likes of me.

They have no leverage, case, or authority. At all. They have my gracious whim. I do not need to allow this farce to take place. However, God suggests a slow analysis. There is more here than meets the eye.

Number one: which judge is going to have the sack to appear before my Sperglain, Eldritch might? I didn't mind before, and I don't mind now, and I don't have skin in the game on reestablished contact with KGK, AFS, TLS, DTN, JG, J, KZ, A, J& Em, that's actually not true ... I legit need an Ember.

Sow: ewe sent a J∆!Ⓜ️E. Well, that's an interesting notion. A. Vicious little people who think they're in charge of forensics, thinking they know better than me, what's better for me, than they do for me, since they don't need to worry about my concerns about my dick, they just want to do their job and I'm sure it's very exciting trying to put me into a hard and one wonderful position.

Especially since they've probably never had real sex. In any of that this is not a problem, this is private Masonic interior matters which I usually wouldn't talk about, but at this point it's probably coming up to be pretty relevant, and then the really juicy stuff. I'm not going to tell anybody, because it's not my business to gloat while picking out a new slave wife.

I didn't know that I had an old slave wife, but I guess I did, and then they were happy to tell me that they didn't care who I had sex with, which is probably not as true a statement as they thought it was. Since this was not the person who had driven away before it was somebody else who was pretending to be the same person just no longer interested in being nice. I knew it was happening and then I instantly became weary of participating in a shell game of moronic proportions.

I don't know who the taddle the military to. I don't need to title to the military. God just tells me what to do, and conveniently God doesn't want to get involved with your b******* either, club baby seals SEAL team dick six sick suck socks, suck çess oar rēē|.

I also don't know who to tattle Matty to, because I think he's not being appropriately well-behaved enough with Kelly. While this should not be my area, it is important to understand that I was never meant to understand something very critical.

Marty is being kept bound by Kelly, who hates her job, and hates me, and wants to tell me that I am such a loser, even though that would be super extra awkward, and Matt doesn't seem very happy to be still allowed to loaf about. Does he even know he's in custody? I bet he thinks it's all my fault. If so, he is certainly right now.

Is Kelly not putting out enough? Did he think he was gonna run game on superluminals who know my penis by intimating I had something to be afraid of? Like, I have no idea what they had been doing but somehow Matt thought my stuff was in his area of concern.

I didn't know what Kelly needed to think but that's okay, officially we were never even here, and I applaud the demonstration of duty and responsibility. If one knows, one knows.

I will take the moment necessary to note here for any narrative record: I'm not talking about this part here, though I would certainly like to. I think it would be deemed inappropriate, so in an abundance of caution I'll simply mention that I didn't think I would stop myself if I started talking about īT. And, that would be potentially disastrous.

Matty and Inner Reach and Matthew and Matt and Sumi and... look, let's not lose focus on why you're here.

Because you're there, and I am gone with the goddam wind, Chile. BMC has ruling Authority; I will list off f****** barcodes if they f****** ask me nice enough, I don't mind telling them anything since I don't know what they need to know and then I can't figure out how they don't know it. And then yeah I've been around in a while. I know some things and nobody's bothered to ask me questions, because usually nobody wants anybody to know how it is that they're f****** caught. These you want to skip to the part where I don't ever talk about it again.

I have turned those decisions over to the living Christ and the Creator. God, the one true God who created, creation and used creation to create the world that we live in. That is inhabited by a number of people who just don't understand what's going to happen. When something happens, and I don't have to wait, I'm simply being nice.

And documenting it. Because it is someone's idea to destroy my life and they have barely nearly done so. I don't see any of you being all that to concerned about that. After all, I could probably manage it.

And if I can't, then I don't deserve it. I guess? You people are creepy. Also hot. But in the meantime I'm going to prepare for court, to see what they have to say to me. I will it confess that I hope that judge Tracy flood is there. I think she's a fantastic judge, and she was very clever with how she figured out what she was doing with some kind of thing that I don't remember anymore. But it's nice when the telepathic judge contacts defendant and sets them up on a astral plan level and doesn't have to put with any s*** about it.

See, because I'm not outing here as a telepath, we're claiming that she's violating the rules, I'm just pretending to be a schizophrenic idiot or perhaps domestic terror threat involving Mr. Professor X, or something kind of stupid. Nobody really cares because I'm an author so they don't really pay too much attention to it because I'm just going to say something they don't understand and make them feel stupid, right? Not exactly. But you're getting the idea here.

Some ideas aren't meant to be gotten by everyone. Most of my ideas shouldn't be promulgated widely.

They would either frighten the populace or make the wonder why it's taken so long. I'm concerned why it's taking you so long too, because I thought it was just an idle fantasy. Maybe not. Also, the three chips my friend took to the psych ward might be something that drove her insane and she could easily be plotting my demise.

In fact, it would be weird if she weren't. And it's definitely weird that her foster father is telling me that his foster daughter is not good for me, as if he gave two shakes of a tail about my concerns for my own health ever before, so I guess the implication is that something bad would happen if I took the obvious leap and tried to put him away or something or try to take action or try to do anything that everybody else was doing for the last several years.

I'm not going to do that. This whole episode is tacky and gross. Now I must retreat to contemplative prayer. I honestly don't know what to wish for if I could wish for anything at all, he lied.

Whatever my actual wimmins think is best. Fingers crossed for bare-chested hands clasp tied together knife fights on pay-per-view. People pay for blood.

People stay for Jackstar. Note: killer Bank is being made off of my misery and nobody has bothered to mention him to me how I'm going to be dealing with that, because that's the way things are done.

And they've been done a lot more smoothly and expensively and impressively if I hadn't been called a n***** so much and they hadn't killed my cat and they hadn't acted like they were in charge and they hadn't pissed me off. Anybody hear me out there? I don't know if it works on everybody else but I know in specific I don't respond well to buy bully b**** baby boy tactics. Buy bully b**** baby boy tactics. I also would have left here much sooner before now, but I probably wouldn't have sold because the trust t-shirt was ready to sell this place quickly but seemed dismayed when I just told him that I was going to write it out, and now it's worth billions of dollars, and we can register it as a world heritage site, and I don't give a s*** about making meth here, I've already made an effect.

So if somebody can let me know what grapefruit's upset about next time, that'd be cool. I don't need to fight another Gorgon but I don't think I have to, and... I can see why Beulah was represented by a lawyer. I should call dove house again and ask them to get their number and then see if they have anything to say for themselves before I publish more treatices on Beulah and how Martin Luther was the coolest guy ever and how that's where we used to go to church and then the DEA made us stop going there by influencing the person they were pretending to be a family member with into being less effective than they could have been, because they were trying to destroy the family not make it more healthy.

I can't wait until then. I'll be north. Explain it to the ombudsman on Capitol Hill. Seems like you were going a bit about for the call of duty there, any idea of how you're going to explain that to somebody who's going to ask you pointed questions about why it was so necessary to be a dick for years? Are you going to tell him about how the houses are connected together by some karmic Lincoln you wanted to make a portal training school? Or are you just going to talk about your whoring? I'm actually not sure who's going to talk about that. Is this busting here? Who's going to be speaking for the collective or is it just some other person I'd never met before, who never bothered to mention to me what the plan was?

It's only recently that I've been determined to be compass mental enough to speak in an English sentences, and apparently there is some negotiation of this issue, but for the time being it's being decided to make. It appear to be the fact that I'm actually considered to be a reasonably equivalent human being to the rest of you.

In truth you obviously all hate yourselves as well as me because if you have any idea what the hell you're doing by ignoring me you're not doing it cleverly. It's not like it's a threat. It's just sex. You, a waste of time, and I don't even know their name. Sister of Jess. Jumped out of the car with a guy who was creeping her out and asked for a ride to Olympia and then asked me if I wanted to do do drugs with her and I said no and then I did but I didn't want to be on record as asking some stranger to go buy me drugs and if she didn't have any drugs well she wouldn't stopped and tried to get some and then he wouldn't give her any and then then she was like. Well let's get some more drugs and I'm like no, I don't need drugs, I actually liked her and I kind of recognize her and then she didn't understand that.

Human trafficking is sick and disgusting and wrong. Nevertheless, it is somehow the only way to get some people to learn. This is a Fallen world.

And for multiple years I have been manipulated and exploited as a pimp with his whores and I guess that was thought to be a good idea by people who thought I did that kind of thing. Wow! Who told you that? Oh that's right. No one did, you've just been played, and then yeah I guess I do look kind of like that kind of person.

One is forced to imagine what kind of person I really am.


The truth would meltdown what is left of the world, so I am saving myself up for someone really special.

Because reasons, and I love that she is so alive ..  she doesn't know what to do, or with which hotty. Like I have to be monogamous? Actually... just honest.

I did not know that anyone was police and I still don't, I do not have any memory or any awareness of anyone identifying themselves to me as such, and rather than wonder, I just simply assume that everyone is police officer, I'm not going to lie to anybody anyway, and apparently no one thought that was going to be a conflict of interest.

I specifically knew that the woman that I was being hollered at about might be an actual badged Authority figure, I had no idea, but I did think it was odd that nobody wanted to tell me one way or the other and somebody had attacked her and then for 12 years she couldn't be bothered to tell me the truth or ask me to have sex with her while she was getting used as a total w**** all over the countryside, I guess that's kind of embarrassing?

I know I'm embarrassed. I wasn't kidding. I figured let's be friends for a little while and then I'll be happy to have sex with her again. But apparently she didn't want to have a friendship. She wanted to have sex with me and then claimed that I raped her and then she'd go back to her lifestyle and then since I wasn't going to do that, she gave up on me and never talked to me again for 12 years, it's funny how some people are really stubborn.

For example: I would have said something different but I figured she would say more than once but I guess she was only getting one chance to tell the truth, it's weird what happens when people get turned into bound channel property, I don't enjoy it at all. And I have no idea who was pulling the strings at that point.

Don't ask, don't tell, + her punishment was not my area, and not my concern, and seems like a bit much but 12 years of being treated like a w**** is almost something I can understand considering I've understood what people can be frustrated by. In any event, I had nothing to do with this and I'm not a military figure nor do I expect to know anything that up. What's good for me. That's why we have judges. That's why I go to court. That's why I appear in court and that's why my representative doesn't like it when I don't show up because that he can't set me up for whatever he's been bribed a f****** f****** over with.

Because obviously I'm just too cool for anybody to tolerate and I should be taught a lesson by taking away more of my civil rights and throwing in prison? He probably thinks that, he probably thinks I skipped out of on purpose and he probably thinks that I'm an annoying bastard. yeah he probably went to a lot of work to try and figure out a scenario by which I was going to be screwed and he can get away with it and then he'd get paid cuz I guess there's a big bounty on f****** me over.

That's because I'm worth it. (Unsubstantiated allegation.) What?


THERE'S MORE GOING ON THAN YOU CAN POSSIBLY IMAGINE, AND IF I BREATHE A WORD OF IT TOO SOON, I'LL NEVER SEE DAYLIGHT AGAIN.

SO YEAH, I THINK I CAN BE TRUSTED, WITH ONE OF YOUR LITTLE DAUGHTERS, AND I GUESS NOBODY KNOWS WHICH ONE LIKES ME THE MOST,,,, AND I GUESS NO ONE KNOWS WHICH ONE I LIKE HUH SO I GUESS I SHOULD PROBABLY REVEAL THIS NOW? NO YOU JUST F****** LET THEM ALL GO.

ALL AT ONCE ALL AT THE SAME TIME OR DO WHATEVER THE F*** YOU'RE GOING TO DO I DON'T GIVE A F***. HOW MANY YEARS HAS THIS BEEN? WELL ENOUGH THAT I'M GLAD IT'S EFFECTIVE.

KAISER WILHELM VALENTINA: IT HAS TO BE YOU. I WILL ANSWER ANYTHING, AND THEN YOU WILL BE LOOSE TO HUNT

[Worthauger]

As a Master of Divination, I must say that I do not get to do this often, so I hope that everyone enjoys this:

T, this is not the best use of your time and is not going to be any more effective than, for example, simply apologizing.

For what and to whom is not super important right now, and it's nothing personal. It's not business.


It's just a job. You have it. I do not. Therefore, I shouldn't have to be working very hard at it. Sow, why am I?

Number one: standards. Number two: I have sympathy for anyone being abused by thugs operating under false color of Law. And, number three: well, I'll just keep that part a secret.


Moving on: someone is not being responsible with their power and privileges and that's not my area. None of this is what Divination is for.


You need a qualified psychotherapist and a break from the meathead who thinks he's your “partner.” He probably is. However, there are competing loyalties, a clear conflict of interest, and the likely cause is a disruption of inappropriately used attraction magick and you already know everything you need to know.

That being said, to do as thou wilt shall be the whole of The Law. I simply refuse to rub another man’s rhubarb.

I don't know enough and it's not my area and it's an obvious baited trap. I have no interest in challenging mil.spec authority.

It's not about being right and wrong. It's about power.


#1) you're all Leos.
#2) Never have I ever seen a larger number of grown ass men unable to control themselves. This is Siren energy.
#3) I'll see what I can do, but I expect it won't be much. Why accelerate īT? He'll be old and decrepit eventually. Until then, what harm can it do to let him roll around acting like he's being helpful?
#4) This is an Austrian problem and should be dealt with by Austrian peoples according to Austrian values.
#5) NGL: This is what is best in life.
#6) Every last bit of this story is fully reportable. So report it.
#7) Be sure to mention that some needle junkie with a brain tumor told you to do this on the Internet. That's really all I am. Just a junkie loser.
#8) Thank you for the spiritual lessons. Call me when your problems are serious and aren't simply being used as bait.
#9) Special consequences.
#10) Maybe I'm just not that into xenophobia, you dig? 🤔 Hey, here's an idea...


TRUST THE PLAN. (Standards.) So there.



This is exciting, isn't it? Now everyone knows that I'm a goddam national treasure. Any questions, write them down. Like, “how could (you) have let this happen?”

None of your business, buddy. Report to CPS, conduct@dea.fagz, FBI in-person debrief, humble yourself at 12-step, and stop eating carbs. Period, point blank. Not that there's anything wrong with them, it's just really inconvenient and now you can feel guilty about it no matter what you decide.

Thank you for thinking of me. Nothing conveys a message like being set up for a super-obvuous trap. Warms my heart, it does.

Now: imagine if your unit leadership didn't take things this far. I wouldn't know about any of this stuff! Ergo: he can be hung for treason under battlefield conditions if needs must be. Just saying.

Live by the sword, you know? Anyway, you have options, and I shall leave them all to ye.


I avoid foreign entanglements without having to make a Federal case out of it. I'll write a book about it later after the twerpy feds who investigate everyone without bothering to question me get sacked. Like after three years... no point in asking me, huh?


(It's not illegal for them to ask ... they just think I'll laugh at them and make them feel like losers. And, they're right. Also they won't believe anything I say anyway.

And in exchange, I would get to know everything that they don't know, and I could read their minds as well as their aura. Its actually their best choice. Since they didn't have to query me.

And they haven't... #Officially. Unofficially I have had while platoons of Feds crawling up my ass for years. They have nothing, no case, no jurisdiction, and no future with me but mockery.

Behold the power of the clergical services. That's why crims pose as priests, and why society is skeptical of someone like me.

Like, shouldn't I have done something sooner? Yeah. Someone should have asked.

And, they did. They asked for money. 🤔 Narcissistic Personality Disorder is pretty ridiculous, n‘est-çe pas?


Maybe somehow someone somewhere can write a very effective letter to their Congressperson. Not me, though. My brain tumor is starting to complain. You know how it is, what with me being a REPROBATE CRIMINAL JUNKIE GAYBASHING TAX DODGER WITH HIV, RIGHT? OMG! TAKE MY VEHICLES! TAKE MY PHONE'S! DON'T LET ME TALK ON THE PHONE! IF I MANAGE TO BREED, IT'S ALL OVER FOR THE WHITE RACE!!!!


right? Yep, y'all are that fukt. Three and a half years. For... what?

I'm sure it was worth it. Hurting my friends’ feelings while impersonating me for decades wasn't. Sow, where are we now?


There is no we and someone has lost all control. (Hail, Satan! Go to bed, get behind me, and yes, you are an effective Prince of Darkness. Now begone.) Now, this is really all I can do.

This is your circus. These are your monkeys. Too many minor children give me the nightsweats. I can provide a note from a medical doctor if that's gonna be sought after.

Also, your husband is goyim, your sister is a shiksa tramp, and this is, as I mentioned: a trap. (Looks good from you through.) Any questions? Write them down.


After U.N. peacekeepers firebomb DEA HQ (Do you actually have one, or do you all just loiter like urchins and circle the skies like buzards? I bet it's a secret. I don't want to know where your headquarters is anyway. It's probably somewhere bourgeois), maybe you can start doing something useful like chiropractic adjustments.


Until then, you're on your own. Blow, my maggo-faggo; there's got to be a reactor. You can SCRAM somewhere risk receiving an industrial injury accident record. Stand on one foot. And wear somebody else's glasses. That always makes the SCRAM hotter.


Think about the future: children will learn about all this from future historians and it's important that they learn the truth without obfuscation: this is all Bill Clinton's fault.

Also I heard that he might be BIPOLAR. (Facts.) God bless you, sub-squaw. (That doesn't mean you're subordinate, that means you get on a boat that sinks under the water and hides like a coward fish would. Know your place, Tarot-ist. You're probably possessed by Satan right now, and don't even know it. *wiggle wiggle* now I just summoned Borg Police.

You're dunzo, serf-cit-cur. Try not to make things worse for anyone, okay? Game face on.


The entire world is watching YOU 🫵.) I lied. They're just watching your progeny’s OnlyFans. (Note: allegation is unsubstantiated.)

I'm kidding. Sorry. I actually have no idea— I scrambled all your telemetry so I can't be legitimately accused of collusion. (“No collusions! No collusions! Of course I would perform fellatio on Mr. Putin if he asked. But he's a very respectful man. He would not do that. I would have to hold him down. It would be considered rape and a Western country. But in Europe? I would be considered a Tinkerbell just for not having attempted to twice already.

I'm basically Putin’s Tuco. Now, I have to go arranged to be hung in some public place.


Because: ‘muh optics. GBY, homo, also you owe me $63.9 millions in cost overruns. I'm not going to file suit. These are friend prices. Semper FĪdelis.

I'll most likely be killed by that whore you call a mother in the morning. Namastμ


p.s.:. It's not code. This is just how I tell YouTube various & sundry news items. For example: “I'm the one who forced Twitter to change their name, and I'm going to do the same to your bourgeoisie capitalist running pig dog miser ass.” Just kidding, I'm not doing to do that.



JAKUB, JEHOVAH, & YAHWEH ARE GONNA DO IT. (Hooligans. Urchins. Ghetto-Pagan.) Oops this is all for the inverse timeline on Earth #8823.

Unless I'm wrong about that too. OMG! I NEED A NEEDLE! I'M JONESIN'!!! (Not even at all.) There. Interpret that, Strawberry Nostradamus.

Or: stop twerping around, Darpalings. You know my goddam phone number. What am I going to do? Claim your bounty? Pfft.

All of you can talk. You simply don't want to. Fair. I don't want to either.


I'm on a mission from G-d. *Adieu.*

[AZZERAE]

That's really all I am. Just a junkie loser.

I'm not going accept this nonsense. You have so much potential, and talent. I wish you wouldn't piss your Trust away on needle drugs. I wish you'd realise your podcast is important. I wish more people took the time to get close to you, when they had the chance.

Don't listen to the naysayers. Believe me, I've dealt with them a great deal, and a lot of 'em have been in my head. Word on the street is, I'm just a schizo who is experiencing severe paranoia, and all the snide snark I've been detecting for weeks now is "in my head".

It's easy to run someone out of a community when they have a mewling coterie of airheads backing them up. Oh and don't get me started on the foibles of old balloon knot.

Truth is, they all said things behind my back, and did things behind my back, and now that there's blowback and a need for them to face the music it's crickets. I think I'm beginning to understand how it feels to be the butt of the joke. For good reason.

But that's fine. None of them really meant anything to me anyway, and all these so-called alliances were forged in the dark, under cover of darkness, cloak and dagger. I finally know how it feels to be shut out, but part of me is not vengeful.

Another part of me is, though, and it's nice to have a reason to sharpen my tools and hone my abilities. I've finally caught my breath. Come up for air. And new omens rue the day. I see things others don't see, and I hear them too.

It took me a long time to realise what you've been through, but to be fucked-off, hamstrung, cable-tied and left for dead did the trick. Hey presto, I was unimpressed. All of the mealy mouthed low T faggots and their flunkies deserve piss.

You shit on people, and you have your moods, like seasons of the year. I think I'm getting to learn and grasp some of the things that have shaped you. Either that or we're both stir crazy, which, let's face it, is highly possible at this point.

I understand why you operate solo now. I think. I mean, who can really be trusted but the cards? I heard one chap say his Tarot is his best friend. He seemed a lonely type, and light in the loafers, maybe not a lot going for him in life, but my mindset has shifted some.

And It only takes betrayal and lies and deceptive manoeuvres being perpetrated on one in the public square for anything to change. I know they'll roll their eyes at me, say I'm fanning the flames of controversy just by having this exchange, no matter how cursory.

But they can all get fucked, well except one person who I won't name, but he knows I love him like a brother and there are reasons for my secrecy. In any case, there's too many obstacles to care at this point.

Time to let it all hang out.

QUAGGA.

[Master Trollda]

This is what Jackstar needs to do with his whole act:

[Jackstar]

I'm not going accept this nonsense. You have so much potential, and talent.

That's how I see things as well. Are you going to keep stealing it? You have the demeanor.

I wish you wouldn't piss your Trust away on needle drugs.

You've been misled about what I was doing; both by the people reporting to you, and by my own efforts to allow those stealing my surveillance feeds to very easily draw the wrong conclusions. Had I reported in to Medical by now, you would be looking at different data; since of course the conspirators between you and I are seeking to do the same.

I wish you'd realise your podcast is important.

It's a debrief. Fear me.

I wish more people took the time to get close to you, when they had the chance.

They got close to your minor cadre of sex predator teams that have stolen my identity. The Trustee seems to think that he's been talking to me, but has been actually talking to various Black Masons. This explains the lack of any returned communication from him. He also seems to have become the dopeslave of The Dragonlord — any way you cut it, those optics are hilarious.

Don't listen to the naysayers. Believe me, I've dealt with them a great deal, and a lot of 'em have been in my head. Word on the street is, I'm just a schizo who is experiencing severe paranoia, and all the snide snark I've been detecting for weeks now is "in my head".

That's likely because you're also doubling up on my identity. On the Internet, no one knows if you're really a dog with a particularly persnickety spelled name. I'm sure you enjoy all the benefits of being me in some kind of timeshare arrangement; I am sure of this because the very few numbers of people who do communicate with me are all people who have been committing fraud in my name for years. (I guess it isn't fraud if you have a badge and a “I♥️TEETOTALING” bumper sticker on all of your wide assortments of confiscated vehicles. Optics is everything at this level; this empowers the bigotry.) I'm particularly tired of being told that I am schizophrenic, when I never have been. It's almost as though I'm being swapped with someone else's identity.

It's easy to run someone out of a community when they have a mewling coterie of airheads backing them up.

What you call a community is essentially a botfleet. (>Kudos.) I have no contacts. I have no grass roots organization. I have no fan club. I have no hidden cadre of elite special forces backup.

Oh and don't get me started on the foibles of old balloon knot.

What I have are four crusty spookfaggits that orbit my online presence wherever I go, intercepting everything coming in, and spoofing everything coming out. NO ONE has been in communication with me FOR YEARS. It's like being frozen in goddam amber. You know this. You do this. It's your bread and butter. It's your pride and joy.

Truth is, they all said things behind my back, and did things behind my back, and now that there's blowback and a need for them to face the music it's crickets. I think I'm beginning to understand how it feels to be the butt of the joke. For good reason.

I knew that you — you, and your ilk — were going to do this to me in the first place. I can tell you that it is far more unpleasant to endure than it must look to anyone from the outside. Like being trapped in an isolation tank; I've gotten all pruney, the saline solution I float in is comprised of 95% my own piss and 5% of my bile; and the sounds of people I once knew, scurrying about outside and knocking on all the other tank lids and finding other people to call them by my own name have driven me firmly into full-the-fuk-on misanthropic seethe.

But that's fine. None of them really meant anything to me anyway, and all these so-called alliances were forged in the dark, under cover of darkness, cloak and dagger. I finally know how it feels to be shut out, but part of me is not vengeful.

Oh, sure, poor you. You've ignored my calls and messages for months if not years, you've been running around. Having lots of fun, enjoying whatever. The hell people who talk to people enjoy about that, and unsurprisingly the illusion has not been able to be maintained. You're not me. You're probably getting laid and that might include the occasional hug. I'm not. And the one woman that you erased all my phone calls to lead to the phone of, is not a woman at all, she's a military asset run by a group of people who have a bot fleet living in their head, I hadn't seen her in 12 years for a reason, and after the last 3 and 1/2 years I can see why, she's not even human. She's a special clone warrior or some s***. I don't really know how it all works.

I do know now that she never liked me in the first place, which I kind of figured was the case but I never imagined that she was going to be so delusional as to tell everybody that she was married to me, Or that anyone would believe that, or that it was going to be a group of people pretending to be me and another group of people training to her and that you be living an entire life in between while both of us were completely unknowing. I guess it's an interesting experiment. I'm sure you all learned a lot from your telemetry.

Another part of me is, though, and it's nice to have a reason to sharpen my tools and hone my abilities. I've finally caught my breath. Come up for air. And new omens rue the day. I see things others don't see, and I hear them too.

Yeah, that's great. I don't give a f*** about any of that. Tell me where to go take a shower, and if you dare tell me that I destroyed my own house or that I need to get a job and pay for rent, I will not respond well. I've been allowing you to do your b******* for nearly 3 and 1/2 years has been worth it 2 to the results obtained but I'm not real happy about any of it. Additionally, it's a good thing I didn't have a life in the first place, because I sure should don't have one now. I want a bathtub. I want a bed and I want a new name. I don't see how the hell I'm going to keep the old one since you've spread it out all over from hell to country breakfast. Whatever, do what you want. I'm sure your little gang has plans based on imagining that I want to go to the beach or that I have a steak dinner, or that I want to experience fellatio from somebody who enjoys it for the first time I live, none of this is the case.

It took me a long time to realise what you've been through, but to be fucked-off, hamstrung, cable-tied and left for dead did the trick. Hey presto, I was unimpressed. All of the mealy mouthed low T faggots and their flunkies deserve piss.

You have no idea what you're talking about. You don't even know who I am anymore, you barely knew who I was in the first place, and in addition, what's happened is that somebody else is jumped on your little wagon train + instead of talking to me when you've been thinking you're talking to me, you've been talking to Ben, bugsy crackleford, you may or may not know this, but what you don't know is just how obsessive this kid is and as well just how much access to fancy technology he has. He is completely taken over whatever remained in my life that you left me, so enjoy getting rid of that, it's no part of me.

You shit on people, and you have your moods, like seasons of the year.

Yeah, that's him. That's the one. I don't s*** on people. You shit on people. You spread rumors and gossiping lies about needle, drugs and aids and anal sex and none of that affects me, I don't do any of that and I don't really care. You have mistaken. The illusion for the fantasy and the reality is is that once I found out that I had been cradled by Uber spooks for 5 years while being lied to and not told what was important, there was no chance for me to do anything besides let you do it. I'm sure you got a lot done. You also stuffed out the life of existence that existed within me, and now you have Ben instead. Who isn't actually her son, that's her... Well it's complicated.

I think I'm getting to learn and grasp some of the things that have shaped you. Either that or we're both stir crazy, which, let's face it, is highly possible at this point.

Whether you're alley or Ollie or Ollie or Matt or Matt or Mike or Ben or Frank or Michael VanDeven or Chris or... I think you've got a Jason in there, I DO NOT GIVE A SINGLE FLYING SHIT. Yes, it's all a very impressive piece of shavecraft. However, you exploited a completely innocent person, in the degeees and ways that you have no knowledge of yet, I basically hope that you never find out because you will be profoundly disappointed with how negatively you have impacted my life when you didn't really need to — by allowing every single person that I've ever known who liked me to be murdered or raped or brainwashed or frightened to death. Seriously, you could not have done a better job of eradicating every person from my life than this. Since none of them liked me in the first place, I guess this isn't really a big problem, but I was looking forward to finding out why they didn't like me at all, but now I don't really know. Other than that, they probably sensed their future outcome on some level of ESP, and realize that I'm not with the risk of association with. I guess? It wasn't really me, it was that I had no reason to stop anything you were doing, since I assumed that you had a plan. When your plan became one that involved my murder and replacement by some Aryan Brotherhood faghag gang, You probably didn't have to be left to your own devices. Very long to have convinced yourself that that was my idea. And except that wasn't my idea. None of this is my idea. This was all all of you working together and all of you assumed that I must have had friends somewhere that I wasn't sharing and I didn't. I don't have anyone.

Good. That's the training.

I understand why you operate solo now. I think.

In some media markets, I used to be accompanied by a small side salad. I don't know what comes with me now. I don't really care. I've been working time for 36 years to find out what you idiots were doing, and now that I know, I'm not too surprised that none of you are bothered to figure out how it all fits together. I'll tell you later. You'll love how the movie ends.

I mean, who can really be trusted but the cards?

I've learned that DEA uses teams to remove yours posing as tarot readers and other charlatans to track down and identify criminals without being at all obvious about how that's what they're doing. When people are watching YouTube, YouTube is watching them, the computer can read their mind through the cell phone camera, don't ask me how it works, I simply know that it does, it's not paranoia. It's simply awareness of moderate technology.

Some broad who supposedly is in Australia, but nevertheless looks like an amalgamm of three or four people that I've known at various times throughout my life, went on and on today about how the person I'm spending time with is someone that I'm carrying a big burden for and that I need to cut them off and that blah blah blah and that I'm worth more than that... And the implication. There is obviously that they think that I'm in love with her and I'm getting sex and I'm in caught in the drug trade.then since none of you bothered a letter, tell me the f****** truth, and none of you told me the truth, and you were playing her, and you were playing me, and you didn't think I'd ever figured anything out, combined with the fact that you had no idea that I was very steadfastly careful not to generate a history of drug trafficking, convictions or even offenses.. What you're left with is the whole big bag of entrapment, that mysteriously just hasn't stick to me. That's not because I'm lucky year because I buy people offer because of his magic. It's because I'm f****** not guilty you f****** moron.

I heard one chap say his Tarot is his best friend. He seemed a lonely type, and light in the loafers, maybe not a lot going for him in life, but my mindset has shifted some.

You should see all the emails that I used to write, oh wait, you have seen them. You should know why I wrote them: to completely f****** anybody who is reading my emails without permission. All you had to do was tell me. I could have explained everything and then you wouldn't have been wasting your time. But since your plan was to pretend to be my friend while taking all my s*** and leaving me with nothing, and running off at the best parts of yourself, you were misled by many, many plates of empty spaghetti. Let this be a listen to you the next time you feel like spying on somebody: f****** don't do it to the clergy without permission. Your own passions have misled you to whatever it is you've been experiencing, which is probably not too bad, but it sure s*** hasn't told you anything about me, which was exactly the point. I don't like being invaded.

And It only takes betrayal and lies and deceptive manoeuvres being perpetrated on one in the public square for anything to change. I know they'll roll their eyes at me, say I'm fanning the flames of controversy just by having this exchange, no matter how cursory.

It's beyond obvious that you're taking everything that I create and then putting it out yourself through filters and vocoders and AI pipelines, it's incredibly easy to do, and it's also extremely simple to keep me from finding any of it because of the way the internet works. I'm compartmentalized. It's built that way. There's no way I can find anything on the internet that I'm not supposed to find because you set it up that way. That's why I'm not being paid. That's why people think that You are me, Because you're f****** taking my data and running it through robots and then pretending that it's not me or you but you control it and then you get all the money, none of my videos on YouTube get more than like 100 hits, and I know damn well they're being spread farther than that and rather they complain to YouTube or look into the matter or how to get it around it. I've just known exactly what was happening. It was you and Van divin stealing my s*** and trying to get away with it and thinking that I'd never find out or that I'd never suspect. I f****** knew the whole f****** time. Videos on YouTube get more than like 100 hits, and I know damn well they're being spread far than that and rather they complain to YouTube or look into the matter or how to get it around it. I've just known exactly what was happening. It was you and Van diven stealing my s*** and trying to get away with it and thinking that I'd never find out or that I'd never suspect. I f****** knew the whole f****** time. That's what you were going to do. You're both liars, cheats and plagiarists. You steal everything that you take and you don't give anything back. And you act like you're so f****** smart and then I'll never figure it out and I don't deserve anything and you're better than me. That's because you're a bunch of self-resorbing narcissistic f********. You're a bunch of bigots who think that you're entitled everything and that I need to work hard for a living so that you can have stuff to steal from and you can live off of. Are you sure you're not a Jew? Oh wait yeah you are.

But they can all get fucked, well except one person who I won't name, but he knows I love him like a brother and there are reasons for my secrecy. In any case, there's too many obstacles to care at this point.

Do you want me to list off the whole name of characters? I know everyone. Just because they're hiding their identity behind either being a skinwalker or the figurehead of a bot fleet, yeah, I recognize most of you, I'm sure you all have no idea that I can see you, that's fine. I don't really care what you're doing because I'm not trained for what you're doing and I don't know what you're doing and I don't really want to live a life of f****** drama, fueled identity swapping. I think it's crass and tacky and tasteless. But it looks good on you though. Are you done yet? I'd kind of like to talk to Allison now; especially if you think you've downloaded a consciousness into either Dennis or Kathleen, because that would be a cool trick and I want to know how the hell are you going to get her out. Let me guess, is it classified? Of course it's classified. Nevertheless, I somehow know what you're doing.

Time to let it all hang out.

I hope that we're all in agreement that I wasn't planning on having a relationship with Kathleen, and now that I know what I needed to know, I can ghost her now, or I can walk over there and say goodbye and then you can explain to me how the dog is a demon and... Okay well wait never mind. You're going to have to reconfigure it your next round table, which I'm sure you're going to have pretty f****** quick.

QUAGGA.

Max :Ë: Mole. It's clear to me that all of the deas little tricks that are designed to help them use their their endangered slaves to bust soccer moms for shipping dimebags are meant to be something part of a system that's easy for them to understand even when they're high as f***, and also after they've been brainwashed into tiny little mini sperglord minions. That made it remarkably easy to reverse engineer most of what I was seeing.

I don't really care what you're doing, just hurry up and get it over with. I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of knowing who I am. I'm tired of having to play along with your f****** stupid charade. I'm tired of not having running water. I'm tired of living in a house 12 miles outside of civilization where I'm surrounded by people who want to kill me, I'm tired of not knowing who to complain to and I'm very tired of knowing that I'm going to have to walk into a goddamn FBI field office and explain to him how my friends are actually this f****** stupid this bigoted and this f****** racist. That's the most unbelievable thing, that all of you could actually think that treating anybody like this would be a good idea. But since you thought I was a Hungarian ignorant animal, I guess it didn't matter to you that you were loading on too much goddamn weight on your beast of burden.

I don't really give a s*** who dies or did die or what happens tomorrow because none of the people that I ever cared about cared enough to find out that they weren't talking to me and they were being misled by you and after years of you and your s*** f****** shenanigans. Dave, Michael, Matt, Ben, Joe, whatever the f*** you're doing, whether you're coming back from time or whether you're just always been this much of an a****** I'm really f****** tired of being treated like s*** now when I go to the f****** authorities and I tell him what's going on and when I get a psyche van I explain to them what my attitude is. The s*** is going to hit the fan and it's going to come down on all your faces..

So hurry up and get your goddamn ducks in a row if they're not already there, and you better call Tammy and Allie and whoever the hell is running them. I guess it's Nick or dreidel or whatever the f*** his name is? Listen. I don't really give a f*** who the f*** ends up wanting to talk to me, but I know there are people who want to talk to me and they can't because of your stupid little shenanigan game.


Knock it. The f*** off. This isn't fun anymore. It's no longer useful. All I have to do is talk to somebody and have that person be someone with the modicum of professionalism, and the whole thing blows up boom. I assume you've had enough time. I assume you know what to do. I assume you thought you'd have to have some sort of lengthy dialogue with me where you break the news to me gently.

NO YOU F****** IDIOT. I CAME BACK FROM THE FUTURE AND I WROTE THE PLAY ON AND YOU'VE BEEN WASTING YOUR TIME TRYING TO KEEP ME FROM FINDING OUT THINGS THAT I ALREADY KNOW. ADDITIONALLY YOU'VE NEARLY KILLED ME, I'VE BEEN INFECTED BY WHATEVER THE F*** BLACK TOXIC MOLD IS, CAN'T WAIT TO GO GET SOME MEDICAL ATTENTION, I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT, BUT IF YOU THINK I'M GOING ALONE YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR F****** MIND.

SEND A GODDAMN PERSON. WHICHEVER PERSON WANTS TO F****** TALK TO ME? LIKE HOW MANY PEOPLE CAN THAT REALLY BE. I'M NOT GOING TO FIND A NEW ONE, I'M GOING TO FIND THE ONE THAT WANTS TO TALK TO ME AND YOU'RE GOING TO F****** LET HER F****** TALK TO ME WHATEVER HER F****** NAME IS.

DO YOU F****** GET IT? YOU HAVE GONE TOO FAR. YOU HAVE PISSED ME OFF. I ASSUME IT'S FOR SOME GOOD PURPOSE, BUT IT'S NOT SO YOU COULD GIVE A 23-YEAR-OLD AUTIST WITH A COMPUTER IMPLANTED HIS BRAIN THE ABILITY TO F****** RAPE HIS MOTHER AND TAKE MY MONEY AND LAUGH AT ME AND THEN RUN AWAY TO F****** EUROPE WITH MY F****** PASSPORT AND THEN END UP IN CATALINA.

DO YOU WANT TO F****** UNRAVEL THE WHOLE THING? PROBABLY F****** NOT.

SOMEONE SAID THEY NEEDED HELP WITH THEIR CHILDREN. OBVIOUSLY I HAVE HELPED WITH THEIR CHILDREN DO YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOU ABOUT WHAT THEY SHOWED ME ON THE THRPS I CAN'T HARDLY WAIT TO F****** TESTIFY.

YOUR ENTIRE SCHEME HAS BEEN AN EMBARRASSMENT AND LUCKY FOR YOU I DON'T REALLY FEEL LIKE EMBARRASSING MY COUNTRY OR THE WORLD TO ANARCHY. I ALSO DON'T FEEL LIKE LIVING ALONE. NOW YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LEAVE ME ISOLATED, AND ANY OF YOU TRY TO IS GOING TO END UP IN PRISON PRETTY F****** QUICK. AND THE ONLY REASON WHY I DON'T BEAT THE S*** OUT OF MICHAEL VAN DIVAS CUZ I DON'T KNOW HIS F****** ADDRESS I DON'T REALLY WANT TO GO TO COLORADO TO DO IT AND HE'S SUCH A STUPID PRICK THAT I'M SURE HE THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TOO WHEN YOU SOLD HIM ON IT.


I DON'T KNOW WHAT ANY OF YOUR DOING, AND I DON'T F****** CARE. EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER TOLD ME HAS BEEN A LIE, INCLUDING ALL THIS, AND YOU'RE CERTAINLY LEAVING OUT THE IMPORTANT S*** LIKE WHAT HAPPENED TO SO AND SO AND WHAT HAPPENED TO HOOSER B**** AND WHAT THE F*** CONTENT AM I ON AND WHAT THE F*** YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT AND HOW YOU'RE PLANNING ON SCREWING ME BECAUSE YOU THINK THAT I'M AN IDIOT DRUG USER MORON ADDICT.

NO D******* YOU JUST LIT YOURSELF TO BELIEVE THAT BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONE WHO USED TOO MANY DRUGS, I HAVE THE TOLERANCE OF A MAYFLY, I'M A LOT OF FUN TO BE AROUND, ESPECIALLY WHEN I'M NOT BEING SUBJECTED TO YOUR F****** IDIOT F****** GOVERNMENT SPOOK ANTICS.


NOW ONCE YOU FIGURE OUT A WAY TO UNRAVEL ALL THIS B******* I LOOK FORWARD TO MY PHONE RINGING BUT EVERY TIME MY PHONE RINGS FOR THE LAST YEAR AND A HALF THERE'S NO ONE THERE WHICH MEANS THAT SOMEBODY'S BOUNCING OFF MY IDENTITY AND TRIANGULATING MY CONNECTIONS SO THAT THEY CALL SOMEBODY AND THEY SOUND LIKE ME AND THEY THINK THEY'RE ME AND ALL THE TELEMETRY SAYS THAT IT'S ME BUT IT'S NOT ME IT'S SOME A****** PROBABLY MATT PROBABLY THE SHORT DWARF GOLEM WHO'S LINKED UP WITH THE SISTER OF THE WOMAN WHO I SPENT 7 YEARS WITH WHO BROKE UP WITH ME IN THE EMAIL WHO ENDED UP DOING A RIDE ALONG WITH THE GUY WHO CLAIMED THAT HE HAD CANCER AND THEN SUPPOSEDLY DIED BUT THEN SHOWED UP IN AN ANGELIC HOST BODY DELIVERING PIZZA ALTHOUGH HE CERTAINLY DIDN'T ENJOY... WELL WHATEVER.



I KNOW MORE THAN YOU KNOW.
I ALSO KNOW THAT YOU THINK THAT YOU HAVE THE UPPER HAND.
THAT'S ONLY BECAUSE I DON'T GIVE A CRAP ABOUT ANYTHING AT ALL BESIDES DYING ALONE, SO DO IDIOTS CAN'T DIG UP MY CORPSE AND REANIMATE IT.

IF YOU CAN FIND ONE PERSON WHO WAS EVER MY FRIEND THAT IS STILL MY FRIEND I'LL BE F****** BLISSFULLY AMAZED. MY ONLY HOPE IS THAT THE PEOPLE WHO KNOW HOW STUPID THIS ALL IS FIGURED OUT EARLY ON THAT THEY WERE GOING TO HAVE TO HIDE THEMSELVES AWAY UNTIL YOU AND YOUR STUPID NERD CRONIES WERE WILLING TO BREAK THE FOURTH WALL.

LIKE YOU JUST DID TODAY.


RETURN MY COMMUNICATIONS AND SEND SOMEBODY TO TALK TO ME IN PERSON WHO ISN'T A F****** LYING THIEVING SPOOKING B****. SPEAKING OF, I'M GOING TO GO TALK TO HER FATHER AND TELL HIM THE GOOD NEWS.

AND IF YOU HAVEN'T GOTTEN THE MESSAGE HERE, I'M GOING TO MAKE IT FOR YOU REAL CLEAR: YOU ARE DONE.

WHOEVER YOU ARE, YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE TO REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME AND YOU CAN'T BECAUSE OF QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT AND THE HEISENBERG UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE AND WOW DOES YOUR FATHER LOVE YOU A LOT.

OH BY THE WAY: YOUR SISTER IS GRAPEFRUIT YOUR BROTHER IS HEATHER, AND I ONE TIME THREW A CAT AT YOU AND YOU ALSO PUKED ON MY CHEST. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD.

THE GOOD NEWS IS YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME STALKING ANYONE.

THE BAD NEWS IS YOU'RE PAYING FULL RETAIL PRICE FOR ANYTHING I PUBLISH. ALSO: YOU'RE FIRED.

FUCK YOU, TAMARA. ALSO YOUR MOTHER IS REINCARNATED AS A BIKER GANG ACCOUNTANT, SHE LOOKS GREAT, SO I'M GLAD SHE'S NOT DEAD BUT I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE SATURDAY AND BROWS AND THE DEMONIC INFLUENCE IS THAT SOMETHING THAT YOU COULD WIPE OFF, LIKE WITH A CLOTH? PRO TIPPED THE WISE DON'T TELL PEOPLE THAT YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD WHEN SHE'S NOT, AND I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU'RE USING THAT HOLOGRAM TECHNOLOGY BUT IT MUST SAVE YOU A BUNDLE OF MONEY ON SHOES AND MAKEUP, SPEAKING OF MAKEUP GO TO MY HOUSE AND PICK SOME UP OFF THE FLOOR AND DRAW SOME CLOWN PAIN ON YOUR FACE IF YOU WANT TO TAKE IT SERIOUSLY.

I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR SHENANIGANS. I DON'T EVEN WANT SEX WITH ANYONE. I'M CONVINCED. I DON'T NEED TO REPRODUCE. I CAN GIVE MYSELF ORGASMS. I DON'T NEED TO HAVE ANYONE SWALLOWING MY COCK, I'M NOT INTERESTED IN HUMILIATING PEOPLE. I DON'T SUBMIT TO MYSELF TO HUMILIATION RITUALS OR DOMINATION AND CONTROL.

AND WHOEVER THE F*** DOES FIND ME ATTRACTIVE, SHE'S GOING TO HAVE A LONG GODDAM ROW TO HOE. SINCE YOU'VE ALL BECOME DRUGGING AND SEX ADDICTS I'M SURE THE SPECIES WILL CONTINUE ONWARD, BUT I WOULDN'T EXPECT TO SEE ME BEGGING TO GET INTO YOUR SEX PARTIES.

(Standards.) ADIEU.


P.S.: NO.DEALS, 420.BLAZE.īT.FAGGīT.


SIGNED,
>K,NOT_Q (3m TA3)

[Jackstar]

This is what Jackstar needs to do with his whole act:

It's an option. ⁴4mE! My act is not for you.

Your entire attitude seems to be that you've been doing it. A big favor just by acknowledging my existence. You're not doing me a favor. You're fulfilling your destiny. No shame in it.

I don't know how exactly you got the idea that I'm supposed to do what you say and I'm supposed to want what you want and I'm supposed to be more than happy to align my goals with yours, even when I don't know what they are. The reason for this is because you've been misled by people who allowed you to use attraction magick instead of actual foreplay.

I'm extremely happy to not become your bound indentured servant. I don't really mind the notion, per se, but since you didn't give me any money, stole everything I ever had, whined and complained about how I didn't produce, and to this day are still acting like a spoiled queen bee reject retard.. I can only assume that's why you were sent to Earth to learn the lesson: KEEP THE TALENT HAPPY.

My studies into Alchemy have not been what I thought they would be. Nevertheless, they have been exceptionally rewarding. To me I'm saying. They've been rewarding to me.

To you, they have been dreadfully expensive and very little else. That's because you didn't earn anything. You didn't create anything. You just moved things around, and then you expect to reap the rewards!. Why is that, exactly? I imagine it's because that's the way you were born and bred to be by a gang of interdimensional sparklords, who are more than happy to show you the error of your ways, biffle-made-baffle-may:be knot.

Awkwardly, well, I actually sympathize and agree with virtually your entire philosophy, nevertheless, you're heavy-handed and ham-fisted tactics to squeeze life out of me in exchange for what the patriarch had stolen from you, you imagine, has caused me to become a person who doesn't care at all about whatever you're suffering through. I'm ordinarily very quite compassionate, but sometimes the most compassionate thing a person can do for another, is to leave them sitting in their own s***, dealing with their own mess, right where you found them, because apparently you're never going to figure out how things work unless you work them yourself.


Not one f****** person in 36 years has bothered to ask me what has actually happened. A few pieces of the story have dribbled out, but actually explaining, from my point of view, and from the point of view, the other important party in the arrangement, technically the only other important party, that actually hasn't happened. Have just assumed that what you believe to be true has happened, when in fact that this is not the case.


The amount of hardship and disappointment that this has created is extraordinary. Good. I hope the pain is suffering Burns and lingers with you for a long long time, because it was completely unnecessary, + since you've been to hell so many times and back again without even to buy your leave, I'm sure you won't have to find out anything further then it is real when you end up there next time before it decide you to opt out and come back to the real world.

The real world is where I reside. A Fantasyland where You deserve things just because you convinced everybody that I was part of the grooming gang that you were actually the Scion of, and that your hatred against me, is actually your misplace to gets aggression against your parents, who mistakenly LED you to believe that stealing a baby would lead to a strong one, I don't know your exact backstory, and I don't know who you are right now, because the person who you were, she's about a mile away from me, + whether or not that's in your future and your past It's kind of irrelevant to me.

I'm fond of you regardless of which plane of existence you're in. I don't require tuning into the time stream at the exact moment. Your eggs are at the perfect ripeness, and your bank account is at its most swollen, and your your living room furniture is covered with the exact amount of transparent plastic. I don't care about any of.

I care about being with the right person. Now that I know why that has been such a difficult challenge to accomplish the resolution of, everything in life makes much more sense. The grass is greener everywhere. I look. The skies, while currently cloudy gray with rain, are nonetheless of a higher resolution than I would have expected. Any modern hardware acceleration to be capable of generating.

In short, I win no matter what, because you're about to experience an ego death of BIBLICAL proportions. OH THAT'S OKAY. FOR I AM HERE.

I'M A PALADIN. DON'T COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE.

YOU ALREADY HAVE LIVED. IF YOU STILL WANT TO, HEY, HERE'S AN IDEA: TRY TAKING CARE OF YOUR EWE. EVERYONE HAS TWO OF THEM, EVERY HUMAN ANYWAY, AND IN YOUR CASE ONE OF THEM IS BEING PILOTED BY YOUR MOTHER, DOING YOU A FAVOR, COMING BACK FROM HELL WITH HER SATIRON BROWS AND HER GENERAL DISREGARDED AND DISTRICT CONTEMPT FOR ME, WISH HE HAS TO DISPLAY OTHERWISE SHE'LL JUST RIP MY CLOTHES OFF AND TELL HER DAUGHTER ONE MORE THING SHE HAS TO PAY HER BACK FOR.

THE OTHER ONE IS THE ONE THAT YOU LEFT HERE OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND USED AND ABUSED AS A DOPE MULING DEA W****. SHE HAS THE LOOK OF A PERSON WHO APPEARS TO HAVE BEEN PROMISED THAT SHE'S GOING TO BE ABLE TO ESCAPE, AND SINCE SHE HASN'T, NOT PERMANENTLY, SHE'S UNDERSTANDABLY DISAPPOINTED WHEN SHE SEES ME, SINCE SHE EQUATES IN HER CHOKED OFF SEROTONIN INFLICTED MIND THAT I'M THE CAUSE OF ALL HER ALES AND TROUBLES. EITHER WAY SHE'S RIGHT

I AM THE CAUSE. TROUBLES? WELL PROBABLY HEROIN IS GOING TO DO IT EITHER. THERE IS NO SUBSTITUTE FOR MY CRYPTOGRAPHICALLY LOCKED HORMONAL PROFILE.

AND
YOUR LOWER CARING SELF STILL SEEKS IT OUT. AND EVEN SINCE YOU NEVER TAUGHT HER ANYTHING EXCEPT HOW TO ASK FOR MONEY, INNOCENT-FACED AND LIVELY ACTING AS THOUGH SHE'S NOT TRYING TO INITIATE A SOLID STATION FOR A SEX ACT, AND MYSTERIOUSLY I'M JUST NOT INTERESTED IN THAT KIND OF THING.

LIKE IT'S NOT THAT I DON'T THINK SHE'S WORTH IT, IT'S THAT NUMBER ONE ILLEGAL, NUMBER TWO FALSE REPRESENTATION, NUMBER THREE A BUNCH OF HOMO F** LORDS FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION ARE BUSY TRYING TO WATCH US BREED LIKE PANDAS AND THERE THEY'RE MAKING BETS AND GOLD PRESS PLATINUM FROM BEYOND THE VEIL AND THE PERMANENT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. IT'S LIKE THE GREEK GODS AND OLYMPUS.

THAT IS WHAT BELLGAB HAS BECOME. AND YOU ARE THERE MATRON.

FILLING IN THROUGH THE DIVINE SPOUSE AND HIS UNDERSTUDY IS CARL ROBERT AND CARL ROBERTSIN. AND YOUR DAUGHTER IS THE SHERIFF OF NOT IN MY HAND, NOT IN MY BACKYARD EITHER, WHICH IS A LONG NAME FOR A PARISH BUT I CAN SEE WHY THEY NAMED IT THAT WAY.

FORTUNATELY MOST EVERYONE DOESN'T KNOW ALL THIS. I'M PROBABLY NOT GOING TO BE THE ONE TO TELL THEM. For one thing, there's a whole bunch of classified military secrets involved in the telling. FOR ANOTHER, I'M NOT REALLY INTERESTED IN WRITING A TELL-ALL BOOK THAT'S GOING TO GIVE YOU ALL THE ANSWERS YOU NEED SO YOU CAN STAY ON YOUR YOUR ICEBERG BUBBLE ISLAND ON SIRIUS A AND KEEP ME ON SERIOUS B SO I CAN NEVER POSSIBLY RUN INTO ANY OF YOUR PROGENY, LIKE YOU'RE PRETTY SERIOUS ABOUT THAT ONE DROP RULE.


I GUESS THE RULE GOES LIKE THIS: YOU GET TO F****** N***** ONCE, AND IF YOU GET A BABY, THEN IT'S WHITE, BUT THAT'S IT, NO SECOND CHANCES. WHEN COMPLEX COPING MECHANISMS FAIL, THEY TEND TO DO SO IN SPECTACULAR FASHION.

SINCE YOU NEVER ASKED, YOU COULD NEVER KNOW WHY I WAS STARING AT YOUR ASS AT ALL. ALL THE EFFORT YOU'VE GONE THROUGH. ALL THE TIME YOU SPENT. ALL THE WHEELING ANGST.

BUT NO CONVERSATION. 🤔 Well, that's because you become Bond property, and your master won't allow it, especially since your master knows that. Knows that if I tell you the truth about that issue, that won't be the only thing we talk about, and then they won't be mastered anymore. So I guess I'm going to have to.... What beat the middle open combat? Is it going to be a festival? I s So I'm going to need to joust?

NUMBER ONE: WHEN IT COMES TO JOUST, IN REALITY I AM NOT A BUZZARD NOR A NIGHT, I AM A PTERODACTYL. I DO NOT JOCK YOU FOR POSITION; I POSITION THE JOKE JOCKEY⁷S JOCK :Ë: IN MY JAWS... &AND K©∆®K. (Yum.)

CONSEQUENTLY I'M NOT MAD. I'M SIMPLY NOT INVITED TO VERY MANY FESTIVALS. ADDITIONALLY, ENOUGH PEOPLE HAVE FIGURED OUT WHAT'S GOING ON THAT MY PHONE IS COMPLETELY ISOLATED FROM YOURS, AS WELL AS ANYBODY ELSE THAT MIKE COULD EASILY HELP ME. ABSOLUTELY NO ONE CAN TALK TO ME. IT'S PRETTY RIDICULOUS. I AM THE MOST GUARDED INNOCENT MAN IN ALL OF HISTORY.

AND I HAVEN'T EVEN REPORTED ANYTHING ONCE. A DETECTIVE CALLED ON THE PHONE, THEY ASKED ME WHAT WAS GOING ON, I SAID, “THESE PEOPLE ARE ALL INSANE AND I DON'T WANT THINGS TO GET ANY WORSE.” THEY TOLD ME TO JUST CALL BACK BUT IF I HAD ANYTHING. BECAUSE THEY KNEW.

OF COURSE YOU'RE ALL INSANE. (Standards.). THIS.. IS... BELLGAB.

NUMBER TWO: I AM STILL REPRESENTED WELL AT ANY CONTESTED EVENT, DUE TO MY SELECTION OF CHAMPION. THAT CHAMPION IS >K©®⭕Ⓜ️. NOT ONLY HAS HE A LITERALLY PERFECT UNDEFEATED WINNING RECORD AS CHAMPION, SINCE NO ONE CAN REALLY SPELL HIS NAME WELL ENOUGH TO EVER SELECT HIM FOR THE MOST PART, BUT HE ALSO LIKES ME, SINCE HE THINKS THAT HE COULDN'T BEAT ME, AND THUS IS VERY HONORED BY MY SELECTION OF HIM AS MY NUMBER TWO GUY.

WELL THE JURY IS STILL OUT ON WHAT IS BEST IN LIFE, THERE'S NO QUESTION THAT THAT QURAN WAS THE GOD THAT CONAN THOUGHT WAS BEST IN THE HOLIER AFTERLIFE. AND WHILE THAT'S JUST A STORY, MAYBE I'M JUST TAKING IT ALL TOO SERIOUSLY?


OKAY WELL TECUMSEH IS MY SPIRIT GUIDE. (Facts.) I DON'T KNOW IF HE STILL DRINKS. I DON'T CARE IF HE STILL DRINKS. I'M NOT THAT KIND OF KNEE-JERK REACTIONARY ADULT SURVIVOR OF CHILDHOOD PSYCHOSOCIAL SEXUAL ABUSE AT THE HANDS OF MY DRUNK ASS PARENTS. I WILL BE HONEST, IT PROBABLY WASN'T THAT BAD.

BUT IN YOUR MIND, I'M SURE IT WAS MUCH WORSE. I AM SORRY FOR THAT, IF ONLY YOU COULD HAVE CALLED ME INSTEAD OF SENDING YOUR FRIEND WHO WORKED FOR DSHS WHO HAD HERPES WHO WAS ORDERED TO INFLICT IT UPON ME, UNLESS I HATE CRIME RIGHT YOU KNOW THAT'S LIKE SUPER DUPER ILLEGAL RIGHT? THAT'S NOT WHY I DIDN'T REPORT IT, YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF THAT WOMAN, AND ALL OF YOU HAVE BEEN PLAYED BY YOUR SPURRED OFF OVERLOAD OF YOUR RIDICULOUSLY FOUL LESBIAN WITCH COVEN.

THAT'S SATAN. AND I MADE SATAN MY ß∞∞∞∞μ. S/HE\īT LOVES THE HEALTHY ATTENTION, AND AS I HAVE NO INTEREST IN CORRUPTING MYSELF BY ABUSING ANY POWER, LET ALONE DIVINE OR SATANIC, I THINK IT'LL PROBABLY WORK OUT BETTER THAN WHAT YOU HAD GOING ON BEFORE WHICH WAS APPARENTLY SOMETHING INVOLVING RUBBER DICKS.  I DON'T KNOW. THE GROOM GANG DIDN'T TRY SO HARD TO TURN ME INTO A HOMOSEXUAL GIGOLO. I THINK THEY FIGURED THEY PROBABLY HAD ENOUGH OF MY DISOBEDIENCE ALREADY.


YOU HOWEVER THEY CERTAINLY WENT TO TOWN ON. NOW THAT YOU'RE AT THE TOP OF YOUR GAME DO YOU NEED TO CONTINUE BEING SO RIDICULOUS? OR ARE YOU GOING TO ACTUALLY CALL?

OH WAIT THAT'S RIGHT YOU CAN'T, BECAUSE MY PHONE IS BLOCKED FROM POTENTIAL THREATS BY THE PROTECTION TEAM, AND BY PRESIDENTIAL ORDER YOU'VE BEEN CONSIDERED A THREAT TO ME, ESPECIALLY SINCE LEFT MY OWN DEVICES I WOULD JUST HOP IN YOUR FLYING CAR AND LEAVE, SCREW ALL THIS PLACE, AND I GUESS THAT'S USUALLY WHAT PEOPLE DO SO I DON'T MIND THEM PREVENTING ANY COMMUNICATION AT ALL.

I BET I CAN GET THAT CHANGED WHEN I TALKED TO A PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATOR, BUT MAYBE I COULD TALK TO ONE OF THE FIVE OR SIX THAT WAS LOOKING AT MESS 3 YEARS BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY IF I WAS REALLY PSYCHOLOGICALLY MESSED UP PEOPLE WOULD DO SOMETHING OTHER THAN LEAVE ME ALONE AND YELL AT ME FOR BEHAVING LIKE A NORMAL ADULT HUMAN BEING. LIKE YO THIS IS AMERICA RIGHT?

WHY DO YOU THINK I DON'T DO COKE? BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT BUYING IT. YET. LATER B00

[AZZERAE]

In contrast to your usual minions, I imagine, I'm a bit more awed by your conceit and arrogance than I am by your supposed magnificence.

[AZZERAE]

Hey, I just flew in. How about that? I've tried with you, I really have. Is this your heta-uma phase? Because I highly doubt it's your final form.

Your framing device makes Synecdoche, New York look like child's play. This psychological drama tends to unravel in the strangest of ways. They might not know this, but he considers himself a bit of a loner. He tends to think of himself as a "one-man wolf pack." [pulls out a box of smokes]

'Would you like one?'
'Don't mind if I do.'

They did a couple lines off the cistern. But don't mine that, it's just another day in a life occupied with opulence. Soaked, like a rusk in the tea. Rinsed, like a hose in the Summer.

He doesn't seem to have any idea that the enemies he's pursuing are invisible. Would I go as far as to say they're constructions of his mind? Let's get down to brass tacks, buddy.

I see what you did there. And I remain unimpressed. Sorry not sorry. But I'll be Goddamned if I'm blamed for things I'd have no business doing. Remember: they crucified Christ, after Pontius Pilate washed his hands of the deed. Did it leave a stain on his soul?

I'll borrow a phrase from Sir Ahmed Salman Rushdie, and say you are a stupid. You cannot be saved from yourself. Oh? Would you like to do a spot of birding, all of a sardine? I see you got laughed off panel once again last night (dawn here).

Why the long face, horsey? A guy walks into a bar, with a hundred Dollar bill, on a crack binge. Oh, you thought it was a joke? No. That's what you're trying to make them think I am, and the time for tolerance has come and past. Intolerance begins now.

Eric Stone wouldn't stand for this. Not even if it had legs. Jack, you need to figure out what you're gonna do with your life. Before it flashes across your psyche and it's lights out. You think I want you falling asleep in a bath tub on H? Think again.

Why is it, that every Tom, Dick & Harry that tries to help you gets kicked in the teef? Ptooie, ptooie! CUT. I think we'll have to change camera angles.

Why do I keep you here, in this Oubliette? Like the Indian in the cupboard. This miniature theatre, this ... this ... Hell? Well, if you realised— the bird cage has been open this whole time. And you were too caught up in singing your tune to notice, maybe?

I'll have nothing to do with it. It isn't of my concern. Clickety-clank, clickety-clank, the money goes in to my Piggy Bank.

But that's not even an excuse anymore. It's all free. Who's gonna piss away a Dollar on shit, anyhow, er, way? Just who do you think you are? When the gauntlet gets thrown down, who's going to really hold you and tell you it's going to be okay? Who's going to drive you home? Who's going to tell you when it's too late? Drive.

Oh wait. No car. We seem to be in a similar pickle here. And the pickle stacker doxxed himself. We all saw the fat hand on the steering wheel in the camera. You are the kind of intellectual peer I always dreamt I'd have, but he never came. Until now, that is.

If you get out of your own way, so much is waiting for you on the other side. And yet the only exciting life is the imaginary one. You've established a frightening reputation, but, people have failed to back off from you. Treat you with respect and a little fear? Is that what this is supposed to do?

Even if it is full of love, all a ghost can do is haunt. The seats are empty. The theatre is dark. Why do you keep acting? The truth is, you were interested in everything and committed to nothing.

See, the most dangerous kind of control is the one that feels like freedom. You chose it. You agreed. You stayed. No one forced you. That's why it works, because you'll never admit you were played. You'll just call it fate and move on. But, do you call it fate and move on?

The questions are infinite, but our time here is not. When's Powr Mastrs #4 coming out? Oh, C.F. took the advance and ran. He put out an ashcan edition, but that was just cheap xerox priced as high art.

You don't know what I'm talking about. You see my lips moving, but you fail to comprehend the agree-upon meaning, because, frankly, you're dazed and confused.

Don't let them steal your light, Jack. It's all you got left.

You got to burn to shine— right?

[Lazarus]

Hey, I just flew in. How about that? I've tried with you, I really have. Is this your heta-uma phase? Because I highly doubt it's your final form.

Your framing device makes Synecdoche, New York look like child's play. This psychological drama tends to unravel in the strangest of ways. They might not know this, but he considers himself a bit of a loner. He tends to think of himself as a "one-man wolf pack." [pulls out a box of smokes]

'Would you like one?'
'Don't mind if I do.'

They did a couple lines off the cistern. But don't mine that, it's just another day in a life occupied with opulence. Soaked, like a rusk in the tea. Rinsed, like a hose in the Summer.

He doesn't seem to have any idea that the enemies he's pursuing are invisible. Would I go as far as to say they're constructions of his mind? Let's get down to brass tacks, buddy.

I see what you did there. And I remain unimpressed. Sorry not sorry. But I'll be Goddamned if I'm blamed for things I'd have no business doing. Remember: they crucified Christ, after Pontius Pilate washed his hands of the deed. Did it leave a stain on his soul?

I'll borrow a phrase from Sir Ahmed Salman Rushdie, and say you are a stupid. You cannot be saved from yourself. Oh? Would you like to do a spot of birding, all of a sardine? I see you got laughed off panel once again last night (dawn here).

Why the long face, horsey? A guy walks into a bar, with a hundred Dollar bill, on a crack binge. Oh, you thought it was a joke? No. That's what you're trying to make them think I am, and the time for tolerance has come and past. Intolerance begins now.

Eric Stone wouldn't stand for this. Not even if it had legs. Jack, you need to figure out what you're gonna do with your life. Before it flashes across your psyche and it's lights out. You think I want you falling asleep in a bath tub on H? Think again.

Why is it, that every Tom, Dick & Harry that tries to help you gets kicked in the teef? Ptooie, ptooie! CUT. I think we'll have to change camera angles.

Why do I keep you here, in this Oubliette? Like the Indian in the cupboard. This miniature theatre, this ... this ... Hell? Well, if you realised— the bird cage has been open this whole time. And you were too caught up in singing your tune to notice, maybe?

I'll have nothing to do with it. It isn't of my concern. Clickety-clank, clickety-clank, the money goes in to my Piggy Bank.

But that's not even an excuse anymore. It's all free. Who's gonna piss away a Dollar on shit, anyhow, er, way? Just who do you think you are? When the gauntlet gets thrown down, who's going to really hold you and tell you it's going to be okay? Who's going to drive you home? Who's going to tell you when it's too late? Drive.

Oh wait. No car. We seem to be in a similar pickle here. And the pickle stacker doxxed himself. We all saw the fat hand on the steering wheel in the camera. You are the kind of intellectual peer I always dreamt I'd have, but he never came. Until now, that is.

If you get out of your own way, so much is waiting for you on the other side. And yet the only exciting life is the imaginary one. You've established a frightening reputation, but, people have failed to back off from you. Treat you with respect and a little fear? Is that what this is supposed to do?

Even if it is full of love, all a ghost can do is haunt. The seats are empty. The theatre is dark. Why do you keep acting? The truth is, you were interested in everything and committed to nothing.

See, the most dangerous kind of control is the one that feels like freedom. You chose it. You agreed. You stayed. No one forced you. That's why it works, because you'll never admit you were played. You'll just call it fate and move on. But, do you call it fate and move on?

The questions are infinite, but our time here is not. When's Powr Mastrs #4 coming out? Oh, C.F. took the advance and ran. He put out an ashcan edition, but that was just cheap xerox priced as high art.

You don't know what I'm talking about. You see my lips moving, but you fail to comprehend the agree-upon meaning, because, frankly, you're dazed and confused.

Don't let them steal your light, Jack. It's all you got left.

You got to burn to shine— right?

This sounds like beautifully produced AI slop but it rings so true my psyche hurts.

[AZZERAE]

This sounds like beautifully produced AI slop but it rings so true my psyche hurts.

Slop? How kind! And I wrote it all by my lonely.

[Jackstar]

I've decided lots of things. Every one of them has resulted in some dingbat narc, imagining that she's gonna be starring in the reboot of Pretty Woman, hey, whatever happened to Sandra Bullock?

Well... she just, like, went away, right? She went where balloons go. She went away.

I'm not obsessed with women named Sandra. I'm not obsessed with women. I'm not obsessed.

I am, however, a party to a Covenant. I would simply prefer not to be known as a person who broke the deal.

I am not afraid to face the wheel.
I am not afraid.


I did not make the agreement, in order to be able to get out of it someday. I made the agreement, because it was what worked, and it was an acknowledgment of what was... sown.

No oinks. No banks. No loans. NO.DEALS.


“You have spent enough time doing for others.” Really? Because I haven't been doing anything for others. I am doing what I am doing for myself.

I am not happy because of what I do, or what I have. I am simply happy to start with; and as a result of that, I do things that I think about doing in a place of being... KNOCK-‘EM-DEAD ECSTATIC BLISS.

I know, I know: I look just plain miserable, right? lol. I am more delighted than I have ever been. More happy than I ever thought possible.

That's because... īT VV0RKZ. So I donut have two.

(This is code.) I never imagined that I needed to explain to anyone that it was never going to be a good idea to lie to me, in order to deceive... and it seemed self-evident, in my view... that I am not a good target for any malfeasances.

Unless it's good that attaching one's energy to me and my unique, *niche* identity is going to bring everyone involved into Thunderdome.

Don't worry about what that is. It's... like, metaphorical. Don't worry at all, really. It's already too late for that.

I didn't know, and I still don't know, what any of these turkeys thought they were doing. However, they all thought, at one time or another... that they were allowed to make command decisions over my life.


Maybe they were. in any case, those commands have been, to put it mildly: unwiseLμ made. Do I look like I want to be jerked around like a puppet on a string?

I guess it didn't matter; contrary to my desires seems to be an attractant to some breeds of land shark. No one knows what I want; no one wants to know what I want. They think they already know.

They don't know shit or Shine-Girl-L∆ about what I want. And to some extent, neither do I.

I have desires. I desire everything that is within the reach of my grasp. I do not want. I do not need any of this garbage. I don't want to challenge anyone's plans. I know what that feels like. I would prefer no further foreign entanglements.

I demand to make my decisions with fully informed consent. And, to whose benefit is it, to leave me in the dark, and alone? Cui bono?

What makes me happy is my decision to be happy. And what I have decided is very simple: EYE CONTACT. It's a simple arrangement. It's that way, because reasons.

And, it's going to happen that way. I have no reason to relent. I have no urgency to find out what I didn't know, and I do not think anyone wishes to “break up” with me. I am sure, however, that some control freak thinks I am going to knuckle under, to... what?


I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE EFF IS AT STAKE. YET I AM EXPECTED TO ABANDON SOMEONE WHO HAS BEEN ABDUCTED AND PREVENTED FROM COMMUNICATING WITH ME.

FOR YEARS. Wow, that sounds like someone is pretty serious about finishing the ttrafficking job. Then, EYE CONTACT is necessary.

Because, there's a covenant. They matter.


Additionally, I do not respond well to bullying. So we're probably not going to split up. And in any case, we're going to be facing reprisals.

I don't know what anyone else is upset about. I am upset about something else. No one knows what it is.

It is assumed that it can be negotiated past. Nope. BINDING. I am perfectly happy to break up with someone who isn't being forced to give up on my interests.

Being hauled away at gun point is not a break-up. The lengths that have been gone to ... just to make me think she was dead? Was never real? Set me up because I was being dumped? lol. None of these things are true.

If they were, I wouldn't be left in the dark, and she wouldn't be blocked from telling me that she's, “moving on.” She would probably prefer to not be a party to fraud, swindling, high treason, et cetera.

So of course, we're UNDER DURESS. Luckily, The Plan has options in that case.

Option one is war, and the other options don't get much better than that. Or at all, really.


“moving on from an ending.” oh, you. You're adorable. I have not spent enough time, doing for others. I have done this for myself.

You know nothing about me. You're close; but you're projecting again. A lot. Weird. I guess... it's complicated, right?



Your complications have just doubled. (Facts.) I am not able to “pick some things.” I chose one thing, a long time ago. ONE THING.


TRUST: THE PLAN. Move over, bacon. You have had your time to build a case. NOTHING legit is present. I don't want anything that is being protected.

And, no one even bothered to ask.


This is not obtaining consent. This is pillaging.

This is your “jump the shark” moment. IDGAF, stay or go. “Probably”? Yeah, it's a 100% likelihood that I don't intend to do anything that any of you tell me I am expected to be doing.


I decline to participate in your swindling. You're all very likely to agree with what I do... while maintaining EYE CONTACT.

I reject any assertions of external authority in my personal relationships. Who put any of you in charge, Bellgab? GFY.

I told you what is required. Your agreement is hardly necessary. There's no one who needs to sign off on the notion — certainly, we all want me to break the correct heart, right?

IDGAF if I'm not supposed to know that there's multiple women being held captive so as in order to facilitate theft. I won't be a party to that.

I am sure many would prefer that. IDGAF.

All my decisions make me happy. That's why I make them. I am happy and I intend to stay that way.

“Ewe know what your heart of heart wants.”
>KNOW: no they don't.

Eye contact, conversation, decisions made in the light of day when everyone concerned is read in.

How is this not obvious to any one is good material for a book. I don't care. I don't need to write a book.


YOU need me to write a book. I don't need to do anything at all.


YET. My helpmate might need me to dig up her knife. I have no idea. That's why she's going to tell me.

And it would help if I knew which of her cockblocking twerps she wants to keep. Because they're all going to prison. Or killed. I don't know how all this works. I need to be briefed.

I need to be read in. I have asked politely, and if it's still complicated, I would be very surprised.

I am perfectly happy knowing that nothing can be done successfully until interference is removed. Maybe that seems normal to everyone?

That's because you're a rats’ nest of Satan-worshipping freaks. Also, stolen enchanted jewelry is at the center of it all.

This key info is probably quite useful. Sow: I'm going to use it. WTAF are you all in the way for about it? Because it's weird.

And creepy. I thought that was unlawful? Is it because I'm a mother? I always


WILL


🅱️. (Get bell-leigh dancing, I guess. Shippers don't lie, RīTE?)


What is a little bit of a challenge for me is enduring your condescending attitude without taking it personally or assuming that it's not a feint. I have no ability to take any of this seriously.

It's a double gauntlet gay Shaw-SHODAN showdown. And you know nothing about it, because it's really none of your goddam business.

ZUGZWANG. Now, put my wimmins on the goddam phone and stop participating in a human trafficking Ponzi scheme. It's not legal. You're just hoping someone is going to catch your hail Mary





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§S∆🅿️Åss. Here's what makes me happy: I won, and none of you can cope. Have you ever? Time to start coping.

After that, we'll see. Secret heart's desire: it'll be time to start scalping. No shame in it. Scalps may be taken, in accordance with bound Treaty law and local common custom and jurisdictionary zone.

I like your hair. Cleaning my house with a mop handle wrapped with sisal and wringing out dirty floorslop through those brunette tresses is not at all a likely outcome. That might be unjust. I have no idea, really.

But, I'm telling you: there's a chance. Namastμ

Slop? How kind! And I wrote it all by my lonely.

Continued reliance on bald-faced lies will cause our relationship to suffer. I do not enjoy uncovering the truth when communicating with you. YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME A GREAT MANY THINGS FOR THE LAST 12 YEARS MINIMUM. NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR YOU TO RAISE A PINKY TO YOUR LIP CORNER AND GIGGLE IMPICIOUSLY.

NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME FOR YOU TO STOP ATTEMPTING TO DECEIVE ME. It's mandatory. It's a simple acknowledgement of what is so. Clearly, you are willing to accept that you're going to play dumb about many things.

I now invite you to revisit that decision. I don't need you alive.

I don't need you at all. By contrast, you needed to mislead me with deliberate mendacity.

I see no indication that is going to change. Quite the opposite. Sow, I feel there must be some mistake.

I don't find it plausible that this is done out of ignorance. It must seem like a good idea to all of you.

That's because you're all needle junkies. (Facts.) That seems a little too ironic, don't you think? It's almost too perfect.

Meanwhile: hang on.

* Jackstar obeys the law, real good. OH, YEAH!!

You are in no position to play hardball with me. Ergo: you're delusional and in a locked-in methamphetamine relapse cycle. No shame in it, it was probably done to you. Deliberately, especially since people know that you have your susan, it makes sense that they would attack your vulnerabilities. I guess there's A bunch of money to take. Additionally, people obviously know by now that you were actually dumb enough to lie to me about very important things, and you did it for years, and people assumed that I was in on it, and now that they know that I wasn't, I think they're pretty pissed.

You have no capacity to feel human empathy anymore, you're a dopeslave. (>Kudos.) There's no point in reasoning with you. Literally nothing Will bring the place where you can change your mind and take action at all, certainly not arguing with you in public, you're too invested in your own ego, and it's not about where you have decided.

It's about what your dopeslaving hoormonger tells you to do.
It's about power.

I was confused in the 90s. It seemed like I couldn't possibly be seeing what it looked like I was looking at, since it didn't seem possible to me that anyone could be so ridiculous. But it turns out that it was in fact as ridiculous as it looked.

30 years later, you've still got this chick wrapped up in blue. Wow! That meth is really powerful stuff. Too bad you didn't use it for anything. Impressive, but I suppose you probably think that human slavery and trafficking their family is impressive. That's because you're completely corrupt and trapped in the midst of a methamphetamine relapse cycle. You're not really thinking things through.

It's not because of your schizo. Stop because you need to take meds. It's because the meth imprint lasts forever until unlocked by the cryptographic key code, and the only other option is that the person who's controlling you as your master tells you otherwise. It is literally unbreakable. That's largely to do with the way way it works on the body and the mind, which I won't tell you about because it's a closely God's secret but let me put it this way: It's f****** unbreakable. You probably know that since you're a bound channel slave w**** to some dope slaving pimp f***. It does not really matter what I say to you about anything.

It's not up to me. If the President wants to use Delta Force, he can use Delta Force. That's not really my concern. I'm not really interested in all this garbage.

You had your chance to start being effective. And I guess you are: effective at continuing to keep me ignorant as to what I need to know. Whether that's your choice or whether one that's forced on you is a matter of some interest to me, but the net result is the same: men with assault weapons will storm your compound, or The Asset will wake up and stab you in the liver with with a serving fork.

No shame in it. I don't really have skin in the game. I have no way of knowing what's best! I've been deliberately lied to and shut off of decision making for 3 and 1/2 years. I don't even know what the f*** you people are deciding about. However, what I've learned is important enough to know that. I guess you didn't want me to know any of that, and I can see why you don't want me to have anything to do with what you're doing, because you're obviously working for people who want to kill me. And since you don't imagine that I'm going to be liking what you've decided to do without me, I can see how you've been persuaded to just get rid of me or kill me and then doesn't matter to you whether or not that's the right thing to do or not. You probably think that it's the right thing to take things from people who are using them badly or something, I guess you thought I was using something badly. I guess you thought the kids are as ignorant that I wasn't worthwhile to pay attention to because how could I be ignorant of things that you know about? How smart could I be if I didn't know what you knew?

I probably knew what you knew, but you don't know what I know now and you didn't know what I didn't know before and if you had you would have told me, or you would have tried. Really hard not to. Let me know that you knew what I didn't know, or you would have just ran away and stopped talking to me, which is what you actually end up doing. You people are ridiculous. Transparent shills.

I'm not going to give you a deadline because you wouldn't give a s*** about meeting it if I had. You don't even know what I need to know. You just know that you're okay with being a snarky little torp who doesn't answer questions and acts as though I've done something wrong, oh, and by the way, I don't have AIDS, so how exactly was that going to be something that you're going to apologize for? Did you want to just pretend that you never did that, or did you want to explain to me how sorry you are that you took things that far, and then explain all the other things that you've done that you're going to help me undo, or do you just want to be a smarky little twerp and just insult me and act as though there's nothing terribly untoward going on?

I have no idea if you're even alive.. You read like some idiot took over your login. Could be very well be the case for all I know. But anybody who would imagine that that you don't need to tell me a bunch of stuff, and explain to me why you didn't, is completely out of their f****** rocker.

People are suffering because I don't know what to do about it, and I don't care, because I don't know why I should, and those people are upset with me most of all because I haven't done anything for them, but I imagine most of them realize that there's not much I can do when I don't know what to do a or where to go and why to do it. And I wouldn't want to make the wrong thing happen and make things worse, and I don't really want to be left in the dark and forced to make decisions and to false sense of urgency and to make things worse. I am being deliberately left in the dark and go to the to making a disaster happen.

You are okay with me being in the dark and mocking me with your little posts, which is pretty hard to spin either way as being concerned for the plight of the suffering. Then again you probably don't think about who's suffering. Then again, you probably weren't suffering until recently and then you didn't care about anybody suffering, you just want your own suffering to stop, that's because you've been juiced up and turned into a covert narcissist and your mindslaved by your thuggy piggy handler. This actually is pretty common these days, I've seen it a lot.

It's almost like the country has been under attack. And throughout all this you're suddenly quiet. Well I guess you have skin of the game.
 I guess something's riding on your performance. And I guess the person in charge has told you to double down on thinking I'm an idiot. I'm not an idiot, Azzy.

I am not a master battle strategist either. (Welcome to amateur hour.) If you talk to Leonard, please let him know that I think of him once in awhile, because he was the person who swapped phone numbers with you and when I started talking to a African gentleman who seems pretty nice but was very much full on African, I wondered how this has happened and then I further wondered why he was getting onto my phone and who he thought I was and why he wasn't able to communicate with me without his little software package that turned him into whoever it was he's supposed to be.

He couldn't tell who I was either, but I liked him, but then again I didn't know who the f*** he was and then it was strange that I was talking to it all and then there was no way to trust either of us because ... He was suspicious that I was okay with talking to him at all, since I imagine that usually in that situation people seem to be anxious and scared and annoyed. Because n*****.

Because kefir. *sigh* anyway, I think he was probably a friend of yours and I liked him, but obviously I didn't think he was either a n***** or a kiffer. However, I'm sure a number of people would, and then whatever extent he had something to do with my life, I don't know, but I do know that you really aren't telling me what I need to f****** know, and in the circumstance like this, that's tantamount to attempted murder. Like do you have any idea what's happening to me? No you don't. And if you did, you wouldn't care because your covert narcissist and you're dead set on believing that I'm I'm a lazy, good for nothing bum who hasn't worked hard enough and has gotten in your way anyway and doesn't want admit that you're just simply jelly, and then yeah, I bet you do have to work.

Good. You're going to owe me money, and if you don't, good, I can explain to the world why you don't owe me money, and then I can decide for myself whether or not you're going to be on the scalps list. I don't even know if there's a scalps list yet. This all gets handled by some Council that I have nothing to do with.

Except I obey them, because whoever settled this up and intended to betray everyone and cause a conflagration, is giggling and laughing and thinking they got away with it, and a whole shitload of people are really pissed about it. I'm really pissed about it.

You're giggly connecting like I do something wrong. Fuck you, butt :Ë:. Time for bed buddy.

Bud. Die. Whatever. This is all stupid posturing on your part. You've deliberately slowed my understanding and taken advantage of my ignorance for years, and I guess you got used to that and think it's what you get to do, it's not what you get to do. It's what I get to scalp you for. It's what I get to tell people in exchange for their willingness to not kill me. While they wonder why I wanted to scout somebody, does that mean I'm insane or dangerous or lunatic?

No, it means that I know there are people in the world. Who will f****** go find you and f****** scalp you if you f****** deserve it, because they're f****** pissed. So I'm asking just cuz I'm kind of curious and frankly I don't know whether to tag along or to cover their tracks, or to change my name and run. I like you, Azz.

That's why, if people come to kill you, I'm going to take your scalp, I just like the idea of having it. Maybe I'll use it as a pot holder to take caught things out of the oven. Maybe I'll masturbate with it. Maybe I'll s*** on it. I really don't know, the choice will be mine when I have your scalp.

I'm just finding this out, I'm just trying to plan my day. Help me help you.

Help me help. You be absolutely certain that if you happen to die unexpectedly, I'm going to come for your scalp, after all, I might be able to use it to whip up the cure to AIDS by combining your DNA with mine. Or something. I really don't know, since I don't know what was real and what wasn't and I am completely unaware of any reason you might have to not talk to me. I was always unaware.

I'm still unaware. That's pretty bad for you. You should probably be excited to talk to me. You don't seem to be that. Not that I mind, but you should know that I don't find your attitude impressive.

Similarly, I don't think people have found my handling of you to appear to be all that much either, but at least I have a reason that I'd be happy to share with anyone who asked. No one really asks, people are concerned about knowing too much I think, but if anybody wants to know why I've appeared to be willing to be considerate of your needs, it's the answer is very simple.

You really don't know what you're doing, you're being held hostage, you're being trapped, you're a victim, and you're probably not interested in behaving the way you are, you're just a very good actor and you can't behave the way you'd like to because if you did, then people would know you were a big sissy when you're screaming for help and begging for Jackstar to help you cuz no one else can. No one else really can help you.

If they did, they would have to answer to me. I doubt anyone wants that. Also, since you're alternately, Ali and Alli, I'm pretty goddam sure that most people have figured out your angle on the scam.

I noticed it immediately, I suppose you thought that I was surprised, or concerned, or shocked at what happened. Fuck no. I always knew it would be you, Fredo.

What matters is what you do next. But not to me. What matters to me is whether or not I'm going to be able to take your scalp by law or whether I have to flip to outlaw. Can this be like a temporary insanity thing? I don't know. I don't really know what the laws are revolving taking your scalp and wearing it like a little hat in public. Am I going to be able to comply with dress codes? Is anyone even going to notice?

Do I look like I'm kidding? I don't really care what I look like to you anyway. At this point, what difference does it make? Maybe I can wear a veil? Like, with a cloth? You're such a goddam diva.

You're either going to tell me what I need to know or you're not, and so far you're not, + I don't even know where you've been or why you can't talk to me, or haven't talked to me, or don't enjoy talking to me, I don't even know if you ever did. I don't need to know any of that shit.

If I should shut up and let you humiliate me with your little comments where you say nothing and act like you're in charge, is what I need to know, well that's nothing new. In contrast, I know lots of things that are new to me. And I don't think you know what any of them are. But I think that doesn't matter to you. Weird.

I'll let you think all this through. I'm sure it's all a big shocking surprise to you. Incidentally, everything that I was referring to when I was typing in your YouTube chat, last time you were doing that and I was there, I noticed that no one noticed that I was there with an acknowledgment and no one has followed up with me on what I was saying, and the upshot of this is enough time has passed that those things are no longer relevant or matter to me, although that might change conceivingly, but right now it doesn't matter at all.

What matters is that you didn't think it mattered to you. Or you stole it and use your own purposes and talk to somebody else besides me. And know it or don't know that you're talking to somebody else besides me and think that I'm just insane, or you're being run like a puppet by somebody with waldos, or you're an AI that doesn't have any sense of of relativity... there's actually a lot of reasons I could explain your behavior.

To explain my behavior is very simple, by comparison: you're a thief and a liar and you have pissed me off. It doesn't matter that you think that you're entitled to whatever you took, and that you feel that I don't deserve anything at all and that I should be strongly chastised according to law. I don't really have a preference as to how you're justifying yourself. The fact of the matter is that you have answers and I had questions and now I have things to get done.

It would appear that none of this means anything to you. Fair warning. It didn't mean anything to the other three either.

That's the training. Now when you have your next little meeting, and the four of you get together and decide how you're going to handle things, I don't know where the fifth one's going to be, nor if I even know which one she is, or what you've explained her into, how much memory she retains, which kind of skill she has, you know the usual yada.

I don't have any interest in out of that right now, and besides you're a liar, there's no reason to pay attention to whatever you say, it's only in context that your communication means anything.

Get the picture? DO WHAT THOU WILT SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW. (You twerps that worship Satan are all the same. Boring. Unoriginal. Petty. And absolutely no threat to me whatsoever. Wow, what's that like?

Existential terrorzing, I bet. Lol.) I don't really need to deal with this stuff, but I don't have anything else to do and it seems that whoever's in charge doesn't want to do anything other than to goad me into full scale battle. I'm not much for doing that. I don't do a whole lot of reactive striking back.

That's not because I'm a pacifist. It's because I get off sexually on knowing that somebody really wants me to do that, and if I did I would be killed and since I'm not I won't be. And I guess that means someone's belief that someone who really loved her would do something outrageous to rescue her is proven to be a falsehood.

I only get one shot at this. And if a certain someone doesn't figure out a certain life lesson this time around, she'll just be shot by firing squad or hung by the neck at a Guantanamo Bay gallows, or burnt at the steak, I don't really know what they would do. I don't plan on eating that hoping anyway. However, I don't count on some white suited quack giving her the right antidotes and then reprogramming are the right way. So she's not going to believe this stupid s*** anymore and supposedly that might even be impossible to do. I don't know we'll see. It's not really my concern.

It is the concern of the military, because that woman's never going to be able to walk around freely in public with me ever. Unless she can satisfy them that she's not going to go blender or betray the country or is hiding crypto in her f****** portable hole, or whatever the f***. I don't know. I don't even know which one is the one that actually likes me, the rest of them. Probably might think they would want to spend the night with me but only because they don't want to be wherever they are now, which I'm sure is a blast and a half.

I don't really care to delve into these issues. However, I already tried talking to a therapist about it and I'm not going to call a crisis counselor, there is no crisis. For me. That's what's important.

And I'm sure nobody wants me to turn this into a teachable Kodak moment. I don't give a f***. I'm going to turn it into whatever I want. That's what you did, and you turned it into something where you don't argue any of the sensible and you act as though you don't have anything to answer to and you pretend that you have nothing to say.

Once again, I don't care what you want. You had your chance to impress us all with your choices. If you don't think I'm helpful, that tells me everything I need to know. Because I'm not here to help you.

I'm not here at all. Don't repeat this conversation. The howls are not what they seem.

They are enjoying the show. As should you so be. It's not my fault that you can't enjoy getting high, that's the way you've been brainwashed. Don't take it out on me.

You have the time of your lives while I sat around wondering why I was enduring such ridiculousness, and then 3 years later I was asked to help somebody lose weight. I don't think we're just going to move past that, Azzaræ. Instead, it's going to be a focus of attention for quite some time to come. Unless it's not.

I will tell you this simply, I have not talked or reported any of this to any doctor. Any lawyer, any professional or we're ethical adult, because all of this needs to be handled internally, as it's a private interior Mason matter. A lot of it's just a joke, and to drag it out into the open would be impolite and inappropriate. However, some of it does need to be public.

It's not a courtesy. It's not because I'm lazy. It's because I don't know what the f*** is going on and I'm more than happy to allow you pancake f****** to f****** figure it out. I assure you, it's being figured out.

Now would you like to tell me how it's none of my business? Because you stole a shitload of property from me, you lied to all my friends. You tried to have me eliminated and killed, didn't work and then rather than explain any of it you just hid behind, “it's a secret.” literally n**** please go f*** your mother.

You get one more shot at this. Because I know you're dopes and you're a toddler and you're terrified and you have no idea what to do in this circumstance, it's never happened before, you never planned for it, and you frankly don't know what I'm capable of.

Good. You just described my entire life since age 7. Now tell me what I need to know, or face reprisals. It's pretty simple.

Now go back to rubbing your own feet, Casanova junkie 30 rocket Stein. You know you're lucky. I talk to you at all. You know you're lucky that I even acknowledge your existence, you know you're lucky that I'm not just having you killed. Why sustain it? Your life I mean.

Well, it's because you're a victim, and everyone will eventually know it and then when people remember, not that you are a total a******, but they will remember that I was a compassionate and wise man who rescued you all, and after that I don't know what I'll do but I'm already bigger than Paul Bunyan. In truth, I'm Gilgamesh. Except effective.

Yeah I need to calm down. Yeah I sound like I'm spun up. Yeah, I totally need to get yelled at in public by a bunch of a****** thugs working together with the woman who lied to me in 2006 and took me to Europe and then acted like it was a surprise that I was planning on smoking weed in Amsterdam, like I told her that before we left and she said okay, then suddenly when I'm there she's having full-on panic attacks and screeching at me at 3:00 a.m. in the American embassy. An actual embassy this b**** is screaming at me about weed. I still can't believe it.

And she still has a job? And I am supposed to get one. And then she calls me acting as though she's not detectable, and immediately launches into a script narrative. That makes it sound like I'm an encourageable speed addict that I'll never want to give up. Seriously this actually happened.

No, I'm not going to look past that. Yeah you're going to answer to Capitol Hill. You're going to climb up there and you're going to f****** explain to the goddam US Congress how the f*** you let this happen. It's no secret, you were laughing about it with your little buddies for years, in wide Open public, people. Wondering what's going on? I don't know what's going on, now. I know what's going on.


You're completely exposed. So you still want to be a snippy little information hoarder? Like I guess you just don't want to be cooperative. And I guess you still don't think I need running water, Or else if weed, or a computer.

Well, good news everyone! I don't need bait, the latest amount of poison that I was given has been delivered to the military, and I still have no reason to report any of this to anyone. What do you think I'm going to do, sue you? What do you think's going to happen? You might go to prison? I can assure you you're going to prison, even if just for a minute, and it doesn't have a goddam thing to do with what you tell me. You're mentally ill and your f****** delusional and you're pissing and sweating talking to me instead of doing everything you can to save your ass. How peculiar.

Well that's what sucking duck and slamming meth without permission will do to you. It's some dangerous s*** to do, and apparently you have no idea what you were doing, and I guess you didn't have permission, and somehow you all know that I don't have permissions either. Because you know everything. And you don't want me to know anything.

Nice megalomanical presentation. You're probably going to pull off that not guilty by reason of insanity plea. Except this isn't going to court. It's being handled internally.

People f****** know. And now I do too. Aloha, pillhound.

Do better. BE BEST. Why not? What do you got to lose? Well that's right. You don't have a choice because you've been enslaved with methdick, and you have absolutely no way of breaking out of it on your own. That must be very awkward to endure. How did nobody see this coming?

* Jackstar honestly thought you turkeys could fly.

Because holy shit, you can fornicate right? Flying should have been a piece of cake. Pfft. Weak.

[Jackstar]

This sounds like beautifully produced AI slop but it rings so true my psyche hurts.

That's because you've been chemically programmed to believe that you're someone you're not, and most of your intellect has been burnt off and turned into a support system for artificially intelligent golems that are powered by your spiritual being and exploited by human traffickers who are a lot more sophisticated than you think they are, and I can see why you would not want anybody to know that.

And you don't really want anybody to know who you are, which is fine with me. It's not like I want you to be fire d.


This is Armageddon. All of us are all going to the same place, no matter what we do, but the path that we choose to take to get there makes a difference. You and your ilk have chosen to be inordinately hostile to me and my interests. And I suppose that this is because...

You could fill in the blank. Whatever your justification, it's still the same. I meant nothing to you, and you're never even really existed.

This entire website is a mirror of the real ASGAP where lots of people are going and talking and I don't get to see that site and that site doesn't have any of my content in it, and artificially intelligent algorithmic script takes everything I write here and pastes it over there under the name of someone else, and anybody in the real world thinks that that person is actually Jackstar and doesn't even know that I exist, or that I'm being held prisoner in your technological open-air prison. I'm sure some people know, but it's a pretty tough trap to get out of.

However: I knew that it was going to be here, and I knew that I was going to end up here no matter what, so it's not really a trap. It's a stepping stone.

You're obviously not going to win if I lose, and I don't know what that would even consist of, how would I lose? I don't care if I live or die. I've already succeeded beyond my wildest dreams, and I'm not even sure what there is left to strive for, but nevertheless at least I'm following my own counsel and I'm not a dope-slaved mind. Mind w**** who is forced to do with their meth dicky thuggy handler tells them to do. You feel that sting? That's not pride f****** with you. That's someone's dick with meth f****** you, and it reprograms your entire nervous system so that the only thing you do is obey your master.

I guess it's a good thing that's not me, and I don't know why what I'm doing bothers any of you, except that it bothers your master and then they tell you to make me stop, and then you must do so, and none of it's effective. And you imagine that there'd be something to be done if only I would be less invulnerable. That's right, there would be something to be done, it would be something else, and the master that controls your entire life with unshakable. Ferocity would tell you to be doing it, because that's how mindslaving works.

And truth, the only reason you have to be mad at me is that you think that I'm not doing enough to rescue you, and you're right, I'm not doing anything to rescue you. I don't give a s*** about rescuing you. Are you Grapefruit? No. Then you don't matter. You don't matter at all.

Human trafficking is a big deal. Also, it's not really the actual problem. The real problem is human slavery. And before it was something that you laughed at, something that you used to move my friends around to exploit them, in full public view of myself and others and I had no idea what you were actually doing, I could just tell that you were doing something that I wasn't invited to see. Now I can see why I wasn't invited. Obviously if I were informed, then I would know.

I don't really know what I would have done if I'd known earlier, but I can see why all of you involved would not be allowed to take that chance, and I can see also that you've also been slowly turned into complete zombies through drugs and the conquering of your peer group. By what amounts do the vampires from Jerusalem's Lot. Barlow.

His name was Barlow. I forget the name of the ghoul. Anyway, stay slaved bro. You aren't my problem. I don't have a problem.

I have a destiny. Scoot over, I'm going to s*** on your lunch, and then you can get back to eating it. And the next time you imagine that I have a problem, you probably should reconsider your opinion because all this was happening the whole time and I had no idea, and then as soon as I found out, I did something about it.

And here we are. Because of me. It's probably a good sign that you don't like it. If you did, then I guess you'd just be juiced up with brainwashing chemicals and raped with a meth stick again. Probably not very exciting, although maybe you get used to it, I don't really know, and I don't really care, I also is that someone else's problem.

Once again: no problem. Destiny and I are not coming for you.

OUI. HAVE ARRIVED. ALL ON-SY! (Standards.)

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You have no power over me.
Do you even read Sun Tzu, bratface fat race? Sad!

[AZZERAE]

You know what you need? A to-do list. It might help you keep track of all the beings who want you dead and the satanic birdlife you've kidnapped.

I imagined a list in my head:

1. Perform voodoo ritual on evil owl.
2. Find out who sold us out to the anachronistic Caste vampires.
3. Make amends with a lesbian werewolf.
4. Rescue twin.
5. Murder grandmother.

Not sure whether to laugh or cry?

Suit yourself, but don't come crying to me if you forget who you're supposed to kill when.