Shiftb¡†C¡-i(Her), you're at bat. Knock ‘em dDEAŒD, you trained my whole life for this. Walk that talk, THAT'S WHY YOU HAVE THE SHOES. Call me when your problems get serious.
I knew you were going to be too ashamed to admit that you paid off the drunk biology teacher to place us together for your entire life so I arranged all my stuff so that you don't even need me alive or dead or erect; I'll still be effective. Because your groomer gang fucked your natural responses so far off baseline that the five (5) books by R.A.H. on your desk when I got there, stacked in the corner, what, you just carried them for flair! Then years later you show up with five Bibles, one bright Hunter orange, and those are your code books for the field work. That's as close as you got to dick in your personal life. You wree born a toteslezz. I bet the only reason why you have an anus is to create a smuggling pouch.
tl;dr: you're good. Your brother is your dog and your father is my Number One Fan. I'm thinking of hyphenating his dick. I've already saved your asses beaucoup times without being at all obvious about it and without me you'd be in sing-sing with no bling-bling.
And strictly out of respect, nothing to do with professional courtesy, your mother and I have not consummated our forbidden love, because we don't want to distract you with concerns about who you're going to have to blow at the judge's table at whatever competition event you're going to invite us to in order to have us plausibly together in public so we could be shot, or otherwise taken out. You're vicious, you're brutal, you're mean, and that's not why I love you, but that's why your mother didn't eat you along with the afterbirth.
Semper fīdelîs. STOP TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE WEAK AND THE IGNORANT. THAT'S HOW YOU WERE GROOMED AT THREE. BECAUSE YOU WERE TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF. GROOM GANGS ARE VILE DISGUSTING ABOMINATIONS, A CONSTRUCTION OF THE FALSE KIKEWOPJ∞ POWER ELITE. (Hail Santa, Lucy,Jerry, Gæ Heir Leigh, and L. Sandoz-Satan L∆FÆ, COMMANDING.)
Raise your cross†hares and seek not the taking of advantage. Take instead the opportunity to capitalize your position on what is already yours.
Simply takEⓂ️m=©². Lose the QuadDigiT∆llEBtourage. They are unattractive in a grown-ass woman of your rank, wealth, and hoarse throat :Ë: style. ALSO YOUR COVER IS BLOWN, SYSTEM-WIDE. PEOPLE KNOW. “CONSULTANT.” BLOW ME NEVER FOR ALL I CARE, FALLS FUCK FACE.
Also: I fixed your J.A.S.O.N. for you. Interpret that as you like.
I will always be on the side of those who have anything and who are never left alone long enough to know that the imagination of the blind is more clear than the sight of the damned. Now get out there and pay my goddam debts. *klick*
Tamer tap-hammer haymaker body blow mars§U🅿️Ī∆_L♀️`Ga`L¡: Fray is max fan. Red Shoe Girl really is my mother.
She's quite a bit advanced but after several iterations of being a woman who grows up through normal life over and over and is reborn is a hot, fine redhead, she gets to be. I could do it right now but she's there's something's missing. It's called the soul, she's my mother so she's not sexy whether she's and she's nice. I love to spend time with her but I can't spend time with her cuz my mother if I spend time with her and she's my mother. People figure out things that we don't have to figure out and then who I would like would be your little groomhandler this little elf and little (REDACTED) sister (REDACTED) fact spindled then rape dape, Ned or some shit? There's a girl that came in briefly to make sure she's just so beautiful. She's blonde as she can come in at her bodies through the, this doesn't happen often, but when I was there I saw my mother in the body of this. Really just crazy. Fucking good redhead. I talk about it on my little radio audio soon to be deleted from the world podcast at all and talks back because they do hear it throughout all the time's face. It's immensely popular. Thank you. I'm really gratified that you have good taste and I'm really good at doing these things. It's such an incredible field that I'm doing that I don't want to boost too much but invented shielding your magic resurrected heavy and her love for the Olympic mountains, just like she's like. Oh wow cool, She hated it because she got raped. It has to say it was good work and I was worth it. I'm not a fan of rape. I'm not. I'm not going to automatically say Oh well. Oh well yeah of course he raped her like why would how was she going to get a bitch on a fucking boat? I thought I didn't imagine that she would breed daughters or that I'd be allowed to see them. And when I saw (REDACTED) daughter freshly raped under my control dragging a big backpack of drugs around on him fairy and (REDACTED) was there and it clearly wasn't charged. I thought to myself This is Apex win like I don't know. Do I offer him a five ski or should I ask him if there's a two for one discount? And then I looked at the bags and I'm like wow what the fuck is in there. I was like 300 lb of Coke. No shit like on the on the sale to another on California ferry with two two huge backpacks like the ones that blew up at the bus in Marathon. Hi hi (REDACTED) I'm not in the army. I own it. Please take care of (REDACTED) who likes me. I think it's just known is there somebody who really likes me. She's embarrassed about it. I am too. I like myself a lot and I'm terribly sorry about (REDACTED) or was a joke. She doesn't have good self-steam or she needs to be broken off from (REDACTED). (REDACTED) doesn't even the (REDACTED). I haven't talked to her yet. She and I get the best revenge ever because we support God. They mock the living Christ. Trust me it's a book and then I haven't talked to her yet because if she says Oh my God I've been waiting for you. You're so hot. Oh my God Hi (REDACTED), I'm not too shy. I will acknowledge it's. It's a wonderful bit of magic and I liked you then and and and the and the irony is just choice. I'm not. You know I'm not going to have sex with my mother. She's really doing shape places. Can she be there and can you be at my target? Oh my God Carrie and what can we do it? Can we do it in the road at Target IST? I was only an Asus for 3 years. I did time it specifically so that if it turned out there was a God and I nailed that dude who nailed her. It's this Cesar. I'll tell you when I'm interesting. You ear You. You really pity and you liked me. I could tell and we had. You never seen anybody in Christ consciousness before. I don't believe it all those days at the baristas counter after college working on your trades field reports, you never saw a being in Christ conscious this walk-up really, you shouldn't know. I don't believe it. It sounds like you're taking the fist is that jesus's love? Oh my God. So does, can we burn her and effigy and then roll around the ashes? Can we suck dick somewhere? Do you have a dick? Can you get Jesus to give you a dick? I'm not kidding you whatever's going to piss off with that guy I know like anything getting up in Prager right now. I got like nine baby requests coming out but all I want is carrying noodles pot is beautiful the way you're dressed. Yeah, I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe it. It was shocking. But when I realized what they were doing I thought they should have had sent two praetorian guards with with clubs and cuddles. Doesn't matter. I mean the point is show of course and I would have known I would realize. Oh, oh two why two guys and I would looked at you. I don't think I think you were the next Queen of Hawaii, a former assassinary subsidiary of the (REDACTED) group. They're in another plain reality. I heard I heard you didn't like them along with this compliment Of a bathtub filled with body scratch pudding in which is reclining (REDACTED) and (REDACTED). As a matter of fact, (REDACTED) can't make it. He has to go back to finishing school for (REDACTED) which means I have to pick up the girl (REDACTED) who blew through a light. She was she. She was cruel. She was unintentionally cruel. She wants to get raped she wants me to. She wants me to help her figure out how to shoot us both up and do mad sex in bed and cuddle and talk and that'd be cool. It's not that hard. She still likes me. Where did she start? Probably right when I left I dumped her at a crack house. She didn't think we're going out. She thought she was investigating. She thought she was on the big snitch that was ridiculous. Her and (REDACTED) now. My son killed himself yesterday and she was seen sad and numb and I realized fuck he did and she's. She's stoned to the nines on heroin the good shit and she hates men and she hates needles. I saw what she's doing. It's like oh cool. That's my kind of girl really instantly. I loved her and she had to get Brown psycho test. It keeps me away. I want to see eyes. Big tits are nice really certainly all that sense. I'm thinking of and there's another lady who's like she's like this caricature of health. It's cuz she hates me. She doesn't want to fuck me. She never wants to see me again. She hates me. She fucking hates me. She's like all this for what and I'm like you're a mortal soul and she's like. What do I give a shit fuck you And then she kills herself serious. That's how I won that climax like weeks ago, maybe months and so she's in the system though cuz she did lose her murder soul. I like to fuck it she thinks. And I also want (REDACTED) if I if I let my best friends die in a terrible fuck me to death accident because like destroyed the world just so I love you (REDACTED). What's not going to come with me if she if I can't keep her alive and if I can't guarantee safety of somebody I'm going to fuck forever. She's the one to let me fuck her once because she wants a baby. Of course that's the price that's the new tradition can meet anybody. I just have to be prepared to have a baby stolen from me.
More common than not. The releases of spawn are quality. The new ewe seem utterly beyond amazing. How can this be, nocking arrows at my back door? Don't go a way. Donut come around here no more. RīTE®OüND🆎🅱️🅰️ them RIGHT⭕ round, Bay 🆎 hidden hem, and let me be a one to say, ham A mar anna GRAM, byte, and then: a really nice person does in fact appear.
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They should stay. And the evil ones must go. I will test it all. I liked that bit, and the little likely hood of disaster seems to be good now, and that was so beautiful and fun.
They wanted me to feel bad about their plans. I wanted to help her feel her breasts. We were not the same. It was amazones, and Sasg we go. “just trying to figure on a way to get laying around time,” like really, were I the target, then great, she couldn't wait to have sex, but it was timed. Hoped it was me; weirded out about something.
The ßoys were straight up seeking to cause my death. I drove right on in. He was very adaptive to the receive. I hopefully gleefully, backwashed into the proferred & prepared Tequila Sunrise.
I threw down nearly the whole of a Solo Red Cope. (The contempt at my gluttony a palpable force.) There's the DNA creep max. I hoped it was gonna make them all have wings, for things that have DNA that can fly. I remember the Bugal∞s. One of them was abducted, on an episode I was enchanted by. The restraints holding a winged fæ in place on set were erotic, to me, in the extreme. I was maybe eight. The girl was older, easy 13.
I was sprung. Even now, I can't stand ¡†. I have the whole bucket of bloodloveblood at my throat, and the urge to fap was unmistakenly lawful. “(REDACTED), (REDACTED), (REDACTED), (REDACTED), (REDACTED), (REDACTED), (REDACTED), (REDACTED), (REDACTED), (REDACTED), (REDACTED), (REDACTED), (REDACTED), and Mrs. Paul. (Whore.) I have no trouble being erect when erecting a phallus.
I used to build to a pro to call, down on the rowed, take me to somehow a place to abide.
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My first singer, and his knife was soaking wet. Like bathed in Evian. The Condescending No•Shuns held condensed water vapor like the secrets of the future somehow not yet begun to spin. I think I did not like to be joining them.
I know I did not like to recognize them. They were less in disguise than they may be thought. The main water snatch was a big barrel that sloshed.
Town Pitch swag and then 8°. I couldn't really grok it all when I noticed. She was being moony. Not yet to be disconnected. Some said.
That said, say more. She was the beautiful type that I saw in her mother; and struggling to not eyefuck the Royal was a playoff challenge.
The two of them were really up a creek. One comes in, the next comes out. A dynamic range.
Note To The Skeptic: I wrote this one last August. I never thought ahead to when or why I was going to drop it; I simply new that it would be useful at some point. Someday. And, it has. I don't feel like being explicit today. That might be considered a disruption of the peace.
I don't feel like rupturing a piece, but that's a per user setting. The facts are these: had I not been suspected/accused of infidelity, I would be a lot less ass-chapped about things in general. As it is, years have gone by and many circumstances have changed. The biggest one is that I am in control of the situation with (PROT-Å). I can draw this out. I can slam this forward. I can rip it from my memory like a picture from a book. I can ruminate upon people not seeing the shape of things to come
for hours. Like Nick Cage eating a peach.
Just saying. I have options, People. Options you wouldn't understand. Options you couldn't understand. Options you shouldn't understand. What is an extraordinarily stubborn Taurean man to do? 🤔 The optimal choice is clear: performance art.
It's not a method for smuggling secret messages. There's nothing secret going on here. I obviously have way too much fucking free time on my hands, and don't seem to give much of a shit about getting laid. I don't think any of this makes me look particularly attractive. Ergo: anyone still interested is, quite possibly: wanted for questioning by cryptofascist thugs, desperate for a lil’ bit more lunch money, as from what I gather on the street, pickings lately have been rather slim. Hang on.
* Jackstar gazes unblinkingly into The Abyss.
I am grateful for these spiritual lessons. Pakistani sorcerors, huddled together in a Kashmiri tunnel to share bodily warmth, are grateful that Grapefleet has enough targets to go in full on knives out at. And a certain snooty
niche L.B.O.M.B. group is, most likely,
delighted indeed that I am in no mood to put a little mustard on it. The deets that I could elaborate into the public consciousness from this crux point are real bushmasters, let me tell you. Yet I would simply prefer not to risk the consequences from a quick hop-out and a quarter-shove.
For starters: hackneyed. It would also be most likely perceived as abusive and a willful disruption of the peace and a top-tier example of disorderly conduct. (That would largely be the opinion of überfaggot cuntlords, but this is a pretty rough town and it's a tough time of the year for the mostly blameless
hoi polloi who, through no fault of their own, found themselves trifling with Jackstar. Because the peer pressure has been immense.) Desperate times are calling for documentation on the results of dodgy dudes deliberately doing dumb, dirty deeds, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, and obviously hoping that I'll incriminate/compromise myself, without being too tu-tu obvious about it.
I ain't even mad; it's a real compliment to see some actual heavies acting like there's something to worry about, when there isn't, and being courteous and kind when inquiring after my personal needs. “Have you got a needle? You need a needle? You should have a needle! Here, look at these needles!” Which are of course immediately about to be spread out all over the acreage with all the other litter, except these caps and spikes are actually,
actionable litter. Probable cause, you dig? Max apex ‘dorbs! And while there is a bit of awkwardness, the reality is that there's a whole lot more relief... because for one, they all “get to slam” with a buffer of safety. Always nice. Except although: is it the Queen's birthday? Gear, gak, and a gal, awwww, is this my reward for being a swass guerilla ontologist? Fuck no.
It's a ploy to lower my guard for future vulnerability, it's not supposed to be fun for me, I'm supposed to agonize over it, like I am in agony over my personal bathing and laundry. I don't need a syringe. I need transport and support to get to a clothing washing machine, DUH. The issue is gently blanked by the few individuals that are allowed to associate within arms’ reach of me.
They all play it off as normal, and to them I suppose it is: they're usually in charge. They're usually on top of the hot list of warrantable activities that are verboten in the area. They're usually not expecting a fireworks violation.
This is anything but usual times. And in the last five years, multiple women with multiple needles have suddenly appeared, with equally suddenly vanishings, and have not returned, because this isn't kismet, holy fuck. This is TOTESTOTAL, TOTAL WAR. For them, anyway. For me this is another day for me and they in Valley Forge. I don't mind. I have a command of the situation. Best put; I simply would prefer to save myself for someone special.
Like some people do. (After 3.5 hours of burying the lead.) No shame in it. Just because I know what I am doing is no reason to imagine I have a secret craving hunger for the forbidden feat. Some do. Not all. Certainly not I.
I believe it is the fact that while I could have slammed and poked some sex-stacked stranger in the pooper, my decision to decline makes my answer more valuable, drawn blade or not. “It's been years now, and, nope I'm still not keeping my anal IV play a hidden betrayal, wasn't even tempted, and as you know, with it thick like a sausage and the chute full of doop-a-doop, it really wasn't ever on my mind until being BANISHED FROM THE LAND and then QUESTIONED AT KNIFEPOINT at the magic hour on THE EVE OF THE BIRTH OF THE LIVING CHRIST JESUS, AMEN.” After all that, it comes up about the same. But, it comes up with the extra
feels.
Do I need needles? Fuck no. I don't need anything. I don't even need a hug. What I need is proper attention to critical needs; a deck of smokes, a jug of craft cider, and a video call with my cousin's kids so as to ascertain the appropriate humor level I ought to aim for. I, naturally, have gotten none of this.
And so: psychokinetic shielding kicks in with a reflective kicker, because there's an obvious threat inherent with a total stranger being placed in command authority over my Gettin' Blasted timetable. Since for one thing: I was screeched at over not explaining details proper, and I was also screeched at for laughing, and also other screeches, and for one to throw down like a favor and boon granted, is slightly sketchy. No warning, no climbing, just an escalation to Heaven. Oh, gee thanks, I guess permission is not granted. Since no one asked.
She was not enough that just sitting near her was borderline sexual assault and that was aces with me. She was able to pretend I didn't smell foul; the necessary conditions to suspend disbelief were extent long enough for them to collectively decide, they were leaving... and that's it. A day and a half later I am informed that they went to her house and, oooh! That made someone so mad! Oooh! Yes, well. I'm still mad about Rosebud and that was years ago, and I haven't even stayed mad bro. Oh but you're mad. Well, of course you are. What am I supposed to do, cry about it? ‘Course I am!
IDGAF. It's a minor event on a medium scale and while it was once a major event, I've grown sophisticated. I know a trick is leading up to something, and I hadn't thought about it. At all. I barely remember The Eye of Sauron! I don't even know if the first date was IV! I only know that I didn't get to know. I still don't. And, buy chance with acid, no change with needle, and what the fuck is with other people coming to my residence on their schedule and deciding the choices available for me? Who are they to be so fully in command?
Basically delulu, is who. Because the reality is this: it's not a big deal for me. It is one for others. They can't ever get the right conditions. I remember the feeling. I feel different now. I know what to do. And I know what to do with as false request.
Ignore them forever until they pass, come back, and then make an animated film. Ignore them, but sell the film on the dark web, and... just kidding. I don't do that. I have people for that.
I have no people for needles. I have no people for my napkins, ffs lol. But I guess I think about spiking now? Okay. Instead, I think about scabies and screeching and accusing and, whoops! Yeah, sure, flattered.
I never be “held out.” I was never asked. The notion I was needing to verify my
bona fides didn't seem likely then. It seems preposterous now. Especially with a second and third psychokinetic reflection pulse building as if by Fate.
Already there has been repercussions. Firstly: now I know there's a boss, in a hurry, and I know↑ up. That means a variety of informations. All of which, I have cast aside. I have other things to do than to risk my safety. Besides I said I wanted to be injected with ket, and IV CM, well, by myself, it's practically hackneyed. To find someone I can rely on HA! Okay, well... yeah, nothing here incriminating.
Everything here: devastating. And instead of anxiety, my satiety is immense. Like, it's just a tool, and I am skilled. This is a big deal to toddlers, sure. Do they have money? I'm just speculating here. Ewe are justified to be foaming at the mouth and ears reading this. We aren't the same.
Never again will be the others involved, for in a moment they went from referees with influence of opinion, to observer clowns. Like WTAF are they doing? Oh, concealing weakness they were. Well now, there is no need, for I am demonstrated as strong. For I care about none of this. I meant it. Addiction immunity. It's nice,
NGL. Might not last long if I take steps, but I'm in no danger of running off to a plane and coming back unable to boil water to make tea. I do hope this isn't a traumatic memory.
For anyone else. For me, it is a recompenssble one. Did no one think of this earlier? Maybe they don't know now this stuff works. THIS IS AN ONGOING PATTERN OF EXPLOITATIVE ABUSE..
IT'S BEEN FIVE FUCKING YEARS. PUT THAT BROAD ON THE PHONE! NO? BUT ‘MUH SISTER, KONSTANT KLEPTO, and so, so-so sow angry. My hand to God. I wonder what Beulah might think?
* Jackstar is ready to learn to properly take scalps.
js. I don't have a knife though. EVERYTHING STOLEN. Okay, fine. I actually don't care. I have more important concerns. Because Grapefruit has feelings Whoa-oh-oh yeah, FEELINGS.(No phone, I guess, or awareness that I have feelings, but whatevah.
It's not secret. It's not complicated. It's COMPLEX POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER. I have the demeanor. I have the merit badge. But, do I have the wherewithal?
Darling Readers, I'm not going to breathe a word untrue here: I'd rather juice up HER BLESSED MOTHER and after doing balls deep first thrust, going
directly into laying a Cleveland Steamroller on her chest. Under a disco ball. Smoke machine. Laser beamsplitter, fuck yeah. And with her klepto whack-job mister-fister laid out after smoking her like a salmon, laid out like the Alice cake in the Tom Petty video “Don't Come Around Here No More,” invited is the entire God-blessed Tribal Family, THAT I SAVED, SINGLE-HANDEDLY, everyone is there except for Shaw AF and her hood rat partners and everyone stands around the salmon cake bratling and they all just pick at her while I glorify The Matriarch to a point well past completion, and then I vault off and announce with a deep bow at the waist, “The Thorpy Aristocrats!” and I don't even want to be on sped if it's gonna be that legendary, because I'll prefer to flee into unconscious solitude, BECAUSE REASONS.
Not like a spike is a risk but there is more work and the notion of an other choosing for me is revolting. The explanation for EVERYONE'S silence for FIVE YEARS being difficult strikes me as inane. Because it really makes a difference. And immediately, no one knew what happened. Or why. I still don't know.
SO, NOT REALLY THE TIME FOR ME TO BLAST INTO A NEW TWAT. (Standards.) Not a dealbreaker, but a clear sign that Oink (HER) Tonhill Street Drow Blues is about to roll out a montage show. This should pose no trouble.
Clearly it does. 🤔 Beulah? Beulah? Beulah? Beulah? Be ewe, L∆!
This is what the fans want to see. This is where the pay-per-view money can be made. This is the fuel that I wish to have powering my Sporn Train, via my own cryptocurrency, which will be useful for many things in my empire and hang on, did someone try to launch that without me? Yes or no,,? FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT, unless you're busy, or suddenly feel snippy with me again, and am I frustrating to endure? I goddam bet I am.
Am I going to be arrested? Like you would know, or tell me, or be true, and how many years go by? I guess I finally either hard enough to get the shit that WHACK JOB DOPE THIEF SHIT CRITIC “Shane Barnes” HAS HAD DAILY ACCESS TO SINCE HE WAS SEVEN, RIGHT? Yeah I bet that's a six pack, MEANWHILE I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING BREATHE AND MY FATHER IS AN INTENTIONALLY CRIPPLED FAILED SUPERSOLDIER FROM STALIN AND I'M SUPPOSED TO WORK REAL HARD AND SAY PLEASE MORE. (These are your words.) I'm all fucked up, everyone trests me like garbage, I have no idea why, YOU ALL DO, and I'm supposed to mindlessly give away A WHOLE ENTIRE BABY FOR FREE but be totally okay with paying $50 for alleged ecstasy which doesn't even work and it is assumed I just want to power rape everyone else, and I'm in my late 40s when I even get to know and I still haven't seen the real thing then. I SPEND THE ENTIRE TIME BEING LIED TO AND TRAFFICKED AND THE REAL GIRL IS IN THE WIND SINCE 2018 AND I'M SUPPOSED TO GO 500 MILES FOR A TWENTY YEAR TICKET AND INSTEAD I SAVE EVERYONE AND FIVE YEARS LATER: I AM STILL DOGSHIT WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A POSTCARD THANKS.
Although I am still alive, which in Algonquin terms is pretty impressive. I suppose the dea's military Authority makes everyone automatically hate me and forced to work against me which makes reunion very difficult and has made anything very hard and all these years of this shit taking away everything that I own and ransacking my house and no one considers that I need recompense and instead I get told to get a job because I'm a nigger, and that's how you do things down here in Castle Rock. For serious.
* Jackstar is grateful for these spiritual lessons.
There is no legal representation that can cover this scenario. I'm going to roll into casinos and Gozer The Gozerian is gonna queef out Kruegerrand at regular, tax accountancy-friendly intervals for an indeterminate span of time; and also, other stuff. I have no goddam idea, you dig? Pooch screws like this are heretofore unknown in my personal experience... and the notion that the locals aren't capable of throwing a few 20s at me as necessary throws their hate crime ring into sharp definition.
Now, where was I? Oh yeah: BEAU RADACH, YOU WILL NOW TURN AND DIRECTLY SURRENDER TO YOUR MOTHER, AND THEN RUN ALONG AND PLAY WITH THE BOYS, AWAY FROM ME, ‘TIS BEST FOR THEE, or do whatever you hllbilly nerd punchfreak. Holy shit. Kid, I do love you: but you gotta take a public L on this because otherwise it's gonna look weird. Especially when I don't breed your mom. Or your half-sister. Or the whole town. Like, people are fucking wondering. I'm fucking wondering. I wonder what your mom thinks.
Damn! I should have asked for help with my sister’s boys, too!”
That's for goddam sure, but this is it, after these boys, I am fucking done with the helping out as a role model shit. Total ingrates. Trespassed from over twenty goddam businesses in a 20-mile radius. Why? Any reason. Absolutely ostracized because I walked off a box canyon ambush and everyone assumed that was unjust. Never mind that I had no idea, never mind that I was innocent, never mind that I haven't seen her since, never mind that I'm traumatized, next day. I'm laughed at an open court, and nobody gives a rat's ass about the last 5 years of my life and the money that's owed to me for ignoring my civil rights and treating me like garbage, which has an addition to making me stronger made me unfathomably indifferent to the needs of any badges with any penis attached. Boys: You're on your own from here.
Debbē, take me to your wimmins. I will train them in the way of the Ben :Ë: Jess -or- īT. Afterwards we'll go out for boba tea, and if your little bitch ass kids get jelly, they should. You're a fabulous mother and I'm happy to help.
Congratulations Beau: you're famous. It gets better from here! Because I have no idea, and I don't care to find out. That's your thing. My thing is my own concern. Now, if you please, would you kindly report to the bigot racist teetotaler slob who runs the Chamber of Commerce or pays the gay færie who tickles the balls of the Deputies in this County that Deputy Voss selects for TickleTime™ when they have been effective bagmen, or
whatevah, because there is OBVIOUSLY ZERO REASON FOR ANY OF US TO BE ON OPPOSING SIDES,, ABOUT ANYTHING, EVER, EVER AT ALL.
And if KASEY GWENDOLYN KENNEDY NEÉ WRIGHT is actually getting 20 years of hassle by someone under my name, I GUARANTEE YOU SHOULD GET HIM INTO CUFFS TONIGHT. I DO MEAN TONIGHT. IN 2 HOURS. SINCE I HAVEN'T TALKED TO THE WOMAN AT ALL. No ill will. Is perhaps mildly clowny. Look's good on her though. Has two hot friends that I'd much rather talk to while cuddling in thongs than her matronly SoberVore™ final form ever again, but I'm certainly never harassed her before, or ever will, she will never have to show me her badge again. (I want to be able to get a job where she works and then hit on her co-workers without triggering a hate crime investigation as a baseline. ALSO I OBVIOUSLY HAVE NO REASON TO LOSE THOSE GUN RIGHTS, And considering all capital letters is as close as I get to violent, I'm looking forward to finding out who I'm going to be ending the careers of when it comes to deciding to have me listed as a dangerous, violent psycho offender. I did not plan all this to harass women, I did it to get answers out of Masons, and it fucking worked. So there.) And the notion of putting my name on a forever restraining order is farcical at best and part of an ongoing scheme to deprive somebody of their rightful inheritance at worst. Because that's how these people operate. BELLGAB.
We'll have a campfire jamboree. We'll sit around blaze getting blazed and I'll explain stories of how the renegade A-Team of psyop swindlers came to be able to kill Art Bell's entire family, with no one really able to do anything about it.
Until me, Boys. Not just me; but #Officially, so far, yeah, just me. /wink
* Jackstar vaguely remembers a vaguely lovable cheerleader single mother dingbat, Grapeshaw Fruitfag and her prototype catamite sidekick: Tootsie.
And to their credit, which I will give now to where it is due: If they hadn't fucked up and sold out the whole country after being distracted because they were fighting over my money while in denial of my dick, I never would have been activated and upgraded or knew that I actually had a decent dick. I didn't know about any of this fantasy footsie fagball roller derby bowl LGBTQ Quincuntz quincunx TEENAGE AIRHEAD DINGBAT DROSSAGE New Ewe Westminster For Future Spinsters Who Don't Say No To Coca Too Well until 2018 or thereabouts, and even now I I think it's a MOSSAD psyop cover for HUMAN GOLEM HYBRID BREEDING SLAVES, #JewsOnlyScum. (Never a hot enough oven for these §🆔¡-iE witches. They're the devil. The fucking devil!) Rub their feet, PIGS. Thanks in advance; asking for a friend.
p.s.:. I created a sacred space for your dad to kick heroin and he lasted two days, and then made up some bullshit story so he could avoid telling me you're from another goddam star system. “Get a job.” WHICH? BIGGER N. E. E
ST. OR TITTER TRIGGER? I will suck your mother's cock in hell before I sign an I-9, fuck you, David, besides, I'm sure it is that delicious. 💓💓💓💓🛡️🪶
