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

[Jackstar]

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. 💓💓💓💓🛡️🪶

[Worthauger]

I wish I still had the legal document that the Cowlitz County Hall of Justice mailed to my residence, that explicitly informed me that the NO CONTACT EMERGENCY was over, but as I knew that it was merely a ploy, I didn't keep track of it... and besides, since then, the house has been ransacked from top to bottom over a dozen times. It's a total disaster area! Like a goddam bomb went off!!

I'm not sure who, but... yep, people were kinda expecting that ambush to pay off. I can see why. Sweety, you're a major thorn in the side of... well, I'm gonna say here: “people.” I don't need to know who. It don't matter now.

I am proud to say that they all hate me now, much, much more than you! This should help us in the future when it comes to border crossings and the like. And of course... as long as you stay in the wind, they really have no choice but to loathe me to pieces.

THIS IS WHAT ONE MAN CAN DO. /flex

I don't enjoy getting all boasty but it's this kind of thing that prevents me from earning money, living any semblance  of a normal life, and putting my dick in That_Woman’s ass. Just kidding. What prevents me from doing that is that there's poop in there. Eww, gross.

This is all taking a lot longer than I thought it would, so I'm glad you're staying busy toppling 60,000-year-old death cults (without being at all obvious about it) and the like... because I don't need to piss you off, or prove that I can, or conquer territory with my dick. I did, however, need to make it clear that I was serious. I had no reason to lie about the matter.

I still don't. EYE CONTACT. I don't even wanna break the Covenant! Who says I need to? Oh, wait: that's a secret.

This will all end up being just fine for everyone involved but for the time being, there seems to be some confusion about what I'm still doing here. Number one, I have nowhere else to go, and number two, I want my money back. ALL of it. I don't give a shit if the locals think that I'm not entitled to my inheritance. Who made it any business of theirs?

Oh, wait. I bet that's a secret too. In any case, I don't expect to be given $63.9 million dollars, which would be a date settlement... but I do expect that I won't be having to walk out of this valley and leave everything behind for hillbilly hooligans chortle over. Because they aren't hillbillies here.

More like Mountin’ Williams. No shame in it. I like this place. They grow them with real spines here.

You need not come back; the terms of the relevant Treaties are being amended. And while I like this place... the locals find me to be rather intimidating. Fair. That's fair. I haven't bothered to explain myself to any of them, except for the Sheriff. Who is cool. Really chill. I'm glad I voted for him.

I wish I could talk to you, but I can't — yet. (Standards.) Make more popcorn. Enjoy the show.

I don't know what more people want to see, but they're certainly looking to take it out of my hide. For after all... there is literally no one else left within targeting range. (I actually can't be triangulated or traced through, have broken no law, and with neither probable nor first cause, this whole carnival is a huge NothingBurger™. O∞psμ!) #Officially.

Unofficially we are all goddam heroes. In our own individual niches. I'll let you pay attention to all that. Assuming your chain of command let's you do that kind of thing. I don't really know how that stuff operates. I have no need to know that information.

I also didn't need to stay here for another victory lap; but as my precious metals broker has frozen my liquidation request (I would rather not sell out anyway) and the people laying siege to The Residence are secretly, very stubborn and in totes disbelief of my power of authority, I'm stuck here until someone blinks first. I'm not being difficult in grief or obsessed with getting high.

This traphouse runs on bait, and I have and I am, what thugs crave. I didn't feel any need to pull the whole town’s fagin underclass, but it looks like I might have. I can't truthfully say, as I am not trying to keep count.

It's a nice little place. It would be a shame to have to start counting coup. I am woefully ill-trained and people would think I was merely trying to show off, and they'd be correct.

Six years of separation doesn't end until February 2027 so it doesn't really matter what people think, as long as they don't think about the truth: it's a secret, and it's none of their goddam business.

The state of the Magyar-Algonquin Power Elite Alliance is strong. Without being at all obvious about it. Stay frosty, Hoe-Sir! Love to fam.

Signed,
SOURCEROŒR Z•—GG<3r₹ HUSBAND LUSCIOUS


p.s.·. This was the only way to save them all; I only had one shot at this. I apologize for the inconvenience.

p.p.s.·. Be of good cheer; your enemies are scattered all around the battlespace and are barely cognizant as to why. Send eagles to pluck out their eyes, IDGAF. Galactics seem willing to be forgiving in light of the circumstances. Oh, you're welcome.

p.p.p.s.·. I swear, as God as my witness, that I truly believed Feds knew what their jurisdiction was. I think that fancy control dope that some chemdawg nerd whipped up made them rather... unaware of how Special some Consequences could really wind up having to be.

p.p.p.p.s.·. Semper fīdelîs means “always faithful.” It doesn't mean I'm a secret Marine. I am merely a civilian member of the clergical service social status class.

And I am exceedingly good at it. Salut.

[Lazarus]

...  Since access to basic hygiene facilities has been denied me for approximately three (3) years. ...

... and besides, since then, the house has been ransacked from top to bottom over a dozen times. It's a total disaster area! Like a goddam bomb went off!!

There seems to be some confusion about what I'm still doing here. Number one, I have nowhere else to go, and number two, I want my money back. ALL of it.

You need help, man. Genuine real world help. Basic life skills.

Present circumstances express one's current spiritual status.

Ask for guidance. Pray for wisdom.

[Jackstar]

You need help, man.

I desire assistance. You need help. We are not the same.

Ask for guidance. Pray for wisdom.

Beg for mercy. Pay an attorney.

[Jackstar]

Real Elon is very polite and quite nice. His tulpæ are less well-behaved, since Elon doesn't like people who steal money, time, and innocence.

I'm not sure why. Maybe they take more then their fair share of the available low-hanging fruit. In any case, I feel the same way. I simply don't have any of his resources.

I also have class and would never get in the way of his relationship with my friend, the one that she seems to believe had once been real. It probably was.

Similarly, I was really looking forward to seeing her again, and apparently that kind of thing doesn't matter after a certain amount of time. Fair. That's fair.

So why she ended up in three (3) different psych wards and how her father blamed me is surely a brilliant story. Of course, at first, it was hard to pin me down as a suspect.

The notion that I would need revenge against my friend for anything is ridiculous. Then again, so is the idea that she was going to get money from a stranger on the Internet.

I don't think any of this is appropriate. I also don't feel jealous of Elon. She's probably trying everything... to get me to be jealous enough to trigger an Elder Elon Demon With Axe Body Musk to spawn. Or whatever is supposed to happen.

It won't, but... that's how desperate my friend is these days. Awkward...

Hopefully someone will figure it out because this isn't my job. I don't need to heal women with my dick, it's simply an option.

I am glad to be of service. Elon doesn't seem all that happy about it. (Heavy drug use investigated by actual authority sometimes does happen. You're welcome.) Maybe they're both embarrassed.

I have no idea. No one tells me the truth and hardly anyone can get through on my phone... except, I guess, bait. Weird.

Also I thought Elon was immune to being time cloned. Or maybe this is merely a clever hypothesis? Personally I think Elon deserves to know how it feels.

She has the money. She wants something else. And this is going to be hard to medicate away. Smooth move, South Sound Behavioral Hospital.

Oh maybe that's libelous? I doubt it. I'll just stop there. *tee-hee!*

Ain't this a fine mess. Because rather then engage in quiet  economically productive activity, here I am, something out. And, do you like not knowing why?

It don't matter. None of you get to know. Take my advice, just don't think about it. Just go outside. Touch grass. Do something nice for your loved ones. Like, hug them. If you can.

If you can't: I guess that shit happens. Oh well! Carry on, and stay frosty, Troopers. This is really no big deal at all.

Because no one knows a single goddam thing about what happened. PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY!! Okay, good talk.


btw: BITCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY It had to have gone somewhere, eh? Eh? How about the factory where they make Fresca®™, did anyone look there? I doubt it.

p.s.·. Eyes on you, Bellgab. (Not really. No one cares.) Because although I would love to explain all this, I really didn't have to say anything at all. (Silence is golden.) Don't worry, you got this!

p.p.s.·. Her name was Jewel. So there.



Adieu.

[Jackstar]

Darling: you cannot be triggered, because you genuinely do not know what actually happened. (This is why I testify under oath last.) Your three (2±1) Bro†. (HER) Husbands are all acceptable to me, although of course they are all utterly emasculated after five (5) years spent in Her Majesty’s H∞r–·¡§h >Service without mⓂ️Ê! ĪHang on.

* Jackstar will sleep later.

I take my victory laps like I take my woman: OFF THE AIR. (Standards.) T,‘s¡â!

[Jackstar]

Universal Victory Timeline Confirmed Pan-Totes Galaga-G∆G∆>K†¡v‽ ⭕🅿️Tī\/ī∆_L Ⓜ️🅰️×🆎🅿️E⟩⟨ — the roof just got higher, Bæ🅱️.

* Jackstar will sleep later.

I take my victory laps like I take my woman: OFF THE AIR. (Standards.) T,‘s¡â!

Cliff Shaw >¡jÅ≤!K‽§†år¡§!K⁷‽ZīīÎⓂ️¡©‽‽_l_🆑¡FF⭕®D!>K7‽ZÎ:
They're not complements when they automated and lacking punctuation.

Why you don’t like receiving compliments

>KⓂ️Ⓜ️:
I don’t know low self esteem?

Cliff Shaw >¡jÅ≤!K‽§†år¡§!K⁷‽ZīīÎⓂ️¡©‽‽_l_🆑¡FF⭕®D!>K7‽ZÎ:
Good; your daughter and I can get re-aquainted while swarthy Russkies work your teeth down with a belt sander.

>KⓂ️Ⓜ️:
That’s not nice

Cliff Shaw >¡jÅ≤!K‽§†år¡§!K⁷‽ZīīÎⓂ️¡©‽‽_l_🆑¡FF⭕®D!>K7‽ZÎ:
Alternatively, I can just be read in — or out.

>KⓂ️Ⓜ️:
You got some real problems

Cliff Shaw >¡jÅ≤!K‽§†år¡§!K⁷‽ZīīÎⓂ️¡©‽‽_l_🆑¡FF⭕®D!>K7‽ZÎ:
It's a euphemism; and what do you to wish to do about the others? I'm not locked into a crime contract and in any case, I haven't been made apprized of the actual situation now. I've been busy working. Some of the people in the world have integrity.

I really don't. I also don't need to inconvenience anyone.

... are you used to further evil-looks? There was a dynamic from before, where you were forced to mkdtllll and you thought I had something to do with it.

I don't have to explain it to you. You want me to fill you each in on your own schedule that's good for guy and ashy h and then how is that something we're stuck with? Weird.

I'm am sure there are reasons. (You're being reached by things I didn't have any awareness of until I have had you act like they are real.

They are. They respect my way of giving no quarter whatsoever. 💪🏽

>KⓂ️Ⓜ️:
It’s ok I had to eat I had blueberry egg ohs waffles and maple syrup sausage links

That’s why I need money don’t think I should be afraid of my dad?

Don’t you think

Cliff Shaw >¡jÅ≤!K‽§†år¡§!K⁷‽ZīīÎⓂ️¡©‽‽_l_🆑¡FF⭕®D!>K7‽ZÎ:
Not at all; he's likely quite happy.

The generational curse has been proven to exist beyond reasonable doubt to a grand jury. Breaking generational curses is my area. I could probably charge a lot for being your guardian.

Where was your guardian? I was not getting fired. Also: I guess I'm not supposed to be your friend? I'm not theirs.

Basically everyone is being held hostage but that's not my fault; and either you wanted to use me or had no choice. In either case, success is looming on a global scale.

Also, Karen D.F. sent me. You're not getting money any other way.

People are scared of you and they're right. You are scary. To them.

And they're all dumb enough to read phone and think that's real. Meanwhile, you don't really know it's real anymore since it's been several years and then I guess you thought I was just lying to you. No, these things are hard to coordinate.

I can explain later. You've been triggered into fight or flight and you can't think straight. Which is weird. Must remember to Google.

>KⓂ️Ⓜ️:
Are you giving me money or not I will repay you $1000

Cliff Shaw >¡jÅ≤!K‽§†år¡§!K⁷‽ZīīÎⓂ️¡©‽‽_l_🆑¡FF⭕®D!>K7‽ZÎ:
First things first.

>KⓂ️Ⓜ️:
Me having enough money to enjoy my life is long overdue

I have to fucking stay in bed and smoke my lungs out outside

I want to go to the Seattle malls

The commons too

So that’s the way you like it?

Cliff Shaw >¡jÅ≤!K‽§†år¡§!K⁷‽ZīīÎⓂ️¡©‽‽_l_🆑¡FF⭕®D!>K7‽ZÎ:
No; this outcome is the best possible timeline for all outcomes where I succeed in rescuing you from eternal damnation; with or without the se itx you secretly desire in your heart and are in denial about. It's really super romantic and I don't have to write a book about it; especially not one that makes our family look bad. They aren't bad.

They simply think Gabby’s opinion counts more than her daughter's and mine put together. I guess it's a real sore spot. Fortunately we are not in mortal peril.

Would be worth it regardless. Now, I would love to know what to do. To that end, I'm going to publish some more content.

People seem to like it. I have mythic resonance and I'm effective.

In the meantime, your daughter has first right of refusal until I change my mind. Note that this is not supposed to be a threatening circumstance. But I don't think there's any threat to be had. + I don't know if you're the person who called me and claimed to be pregnant, but I don't think you are.

I don't know if you have a class action lawsuit already but if you have one on the quiet then you don't want to join mine. That's going to be public and I'm going to make a big fuss. What else, are they going to give me money or they can kill me? That's my job though. Shaking down Congress to get my bills paid while I get drunk and high in between being whatever you tell me to do for the next year.

Also I need lessons in transmutations and you're the only one who can test and teach me. So there.

This has got to be a technology block.

I like all of you just fine. I'm having difficulty with the clandestines that imagine themselves in charge of things here. It's very serious business for them.

That's why they probably should have taken it seriously in the first place. Now I don't know what this has to do with you, but I am fascinated to learn whatever is appropriate

I like you better than anyone else I've ever been cyber-P-S†^_L!KŒ∆§∆. (Standards.) You make my urine flow uncomfortabLμ. That comes from the intertla making centrifugal force insufficient to get it all out.

As God as my witness, I truly believed that you knew that I was going to actually be actually effective.

It doesn't make sense that you wouldn't want to make money
L

>KⓂ️Ⓜ️:
I got some money from my dad on cash app and bought a Starbucks coffee

But what do you want me to do for money

?

You want a picture of me or something

Cliff Shaw >¡jÅ≤!K‽§†år¡§!K⁷‽ZīīÎⓂ️¡©‽‽_l_🆑¡FF⭕®D!>K7‽ZÎ:
You slammed with black :Ë: and now you're piloted by D!>K∆Tī↓-íLμĒ№²²· Other people did this as well. I did not.

I don't know what you expected to happen. Happy birthday. *shove* Now do you want to make money or not?

You fucked everything up for everyone except me. Now I have to go to work. You're going to watch the news huh?

I guess I'll read your letters to the Internet for money.

>KⓂ️Ⓜ️:
No I didn’t no you should give me those letters

Why are you hating me?

I’m never going to see you again

I don’t want to

So FUCK OFF

You keep making me mad

Keep cool during the summer and cash app me when you grow friendship manners

Cliff Shaw >¡jÅ≤!K‽§†år¡§!K⁷‽ZīīÎⓂ️¡©‽‽_l_🆑¡FF⭕®D!>K7‽ZÎ:
David and Kathleen hate each other and I am not involved with your life because you need me and you don't need money; you have all the money.

From this I can infer that you are disinclined to perform tasks in my interest and also I need my Elk pen my

I don't care who you think you are, suddenly possessed dingbat, running off with the energy and money access is impractical and unnecessary.

HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEⓂ️⭕

Speaking as a man who received a phone call from Narc CIA Marci/Marcia Mickey, alleged Mother of >K<.Ⓜ️.Ⓜ️., unabashed emotional manipulation mistress to the stars, including Jackstar, Jesus ©o. Ⓜ️ess, SUE sSΩSs AN PAIR :Ë:, et. al. >Ⓜ️^<v, and all the ships at c — WHICH DENOTES LIGHTSPEED, MORE ON (t‽at lay-turrrrrrr)— as I had two phone calls with your dear departed Mother, who called as Herself and who was often portrayed by other fine women, names withheld by voluntary action for reasons of security, because all of them (using the word all here) were unequivocally, nobody speak, nobody gets choked: nearly every person who ever listened to an Art Bell audio broadcast was very highly likely to be an unrepentant sex freak in the sack.

“A lady on the street and a whore between the sheets.” This is the motto of Gen X, which is my generation. It is the best generation, I believe, as the great majority of us have literal superhero powers, and even more of the surviving population are absolutely ravenously concupiscent and ravenously sexualized wolfen-bowwow broken back-bled hound dogs. Crying alllll the time.

Without making it at all obvious. I know that for my own part, I would prefer to have four to seven (4-7) bellringer orgasms PER HOUR. (Per diem is for the weak, and the weak shall fear the strong odor of ecstatic release.) I know that seems like a lot.

Trust me: it is. And worth every expenditure of effort to obtain. At my present age and fitness level, it's probably a little absurd to imagine sustaining that pace; yet I must assure you, I have little else of any comparable importance to do.

I additionally have certain environmental conditions that effect the affect I have on the odds of any suitable sex partner showing up at all. For example: the fog of war occludes the present location of the lone individual that was indicated to me by Grapefruit Actual Ally: Alli as my designated understudy undergirl studygun steadykKÜÑĒ gungumi SumĒ >FUKmⓂ️E (♾️) is ... strictly speaking, basically unknowable.

Additionally: the situation is rather more complex than I had initially perceived. I just had a soliloquy that left me more than just vaguely lovable.

Explicitly tumescent. Growing in importance: background characters commenting on my life in real time are unlawfully gathering metadata telemetry — I get hard when the wind blows through the trees and it should because it sounds like your familiar, and it's technologically simple to make a an autoresponser algorithm send messages to irc when I announce my ACTUAL intentions, for I am neither shy nor am I lying even a little bit, that is what I have consistently desired and not once did I think it was possible, because it wasn't. It is not now, but it is soonLμ™ so there, hoarse chest nuts notwithstanding — and this metadata harvesting is of immensely valuable gain to those in “The Know.”

Ewe probably know why. I don't know if so. It's a matter of some indeterminacy. It is also a matter of some urgency because I'm not at all opposed to the car rental person being yourself.

I think she is, in fact. Fine with me. It ought to be with you and if you didn't think so, I'd like to talk to a clinical psychologist about the entire matter.

Especially as no one ever has talked to me about you and I and what happened except your mother, who literally CALLED ME HERSELF TO ASK ME POLITELY TO “VISIT” YOU IN THE PSYCH WARD. I had already somehow known you were locked up, I had very certainly wanted to be able to unlock you, how odd for me to know, then again, not really, Cusp Of Magic born-dame.


You're literally born on a Master number date, Cusp/Cunt of MaG—μarrrrr. (I like ‽unt. The word. I don't think of that word the same way you do. I didn't think it just now. I felt it and I don't know when you read this, but you do. Others too. I don't want them.

I don't want you, I HAVE you. Desires are inarguably present, AFTER THREE DECADES. Ok. I'm convinced. It's hard to disagree. And I wished to visit you in the hospital, but I was anxious about it, because I didn't know why I did at all, except to do exactly one thing.

Which involved conversation, and still does, and I don't need to be shy about it. You do. You don't even know yet what I thought. I will tell you later. Maybe. You can ask.

I would like you to ask before l beg you to speak. Btw: it's a spy. And IRS wants to know if you owe tax on money from sex work with or for me.


I don't pay for not getting sex. I don't pay. I distract you, never better. Now I am going to call.


I don't like being trafficked. I wish you would have driven here. I understand the delay. I nevertheless don't have a vehicle.

You do. Also: you have buckets of dough that you cannot acknowledge yet, and I will when I am sated and can think. I wanna earn lots of money.

I'll gag you with bills. Politely. Or whatever. Thirty years, and still—this is not public school. I am this shy.

I'm sorry you were triggered and trafficked and exploited. I didn't know. I really need to know some things and I say not one thing to anyone about renting yet. I don't see what the problem is.

The sooner, the better, and if it is not to someone's liking, this time I find out exactly who. I only left before because you acted weird. I know why.

It was not nice to experience but once was reasonable. You think again, I agree, but I'm cautious.

Because they will kill me first, lol. Also: breaking and
 entering and STOLEN COCK PILLS.  Holy shit.

It's really the only thing I want to report, or do, and I can always get more. I have permission.

So do you. You always could have, but I see how this has to be considered and co-ordinated. This intensifies the magical effect. And about this magic thing...

I can teach things to you and that isn't trading or an agreement to conspire. WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DOING THAT OUR WHOLE LIVES. I like that more than most things. Are there questions about what you can tell me? Who says so?

Your Dad simply can't be excluded. I ain't wasn't gonna. I'll give an instant replay commentary if you want. I also can tell you anything and everything about any subject. We just have to be alone.

And I have to elaborate to Authority about anything. It might be unlikely but if you grow a third boob and it squirts out gold ducklings while I come my brains out inside you, I will not be surprised. I will also spend it all on you.

Obviously. The motion of exploring expropriation of your magic and not sharing data with Raytheon is lunacy. I fucking love Raytheon! I love fucking ray: The_1. Of course that's you, and you had seven timeclowns the entire time.

„Cherish” is one of them and of course I tell anyone. Hide what? I'm happy to be a fucking Sourcerœr. Who wouldn't? Losers.

I do not believe in celibacy. I do believe in magic. I do follow the rules.

Rule one is cardio through whole body orgasm. Uhm. Duh? Who objects?

And why am I the last to know? It's just weird. 1995, that would have been fine with me. But not for you, it would seem.

Reminder: any one of the eight of you can live on my lap. SUPER GLUED 🆑īT. Why not? I didn't get asked.


Now I have. Okay, giddy-up, time is burning, any minute now. I smell bad. I need shower, river, whatever. Your house is great. I like your house. I like your father. I like your address.

I like anywhere. (Standards.) I don't like this taking this long but
... it's important, because I want you and me to make a very little
polite gap in the telemetry.

Assume that you get what's okay for you. Of course I want your time to be okay. I'm going to want it again in an hour. For weeks. MONTHS. It was set to be from then until now.

I don't know how I'm not fully engorged right now except I'm embarrassed by the surveillance here. They are not nice next door. I don't really want anything to happen here. But it would.

It's a burning and constant drive that comes from Heaven and it should be done carefully. I told you I don't want to hurry.


I wish you would. I believe it's perfectly fine as of a few weeks ago. We'll find out fast. And I'm sorry I had to yell. It was a disguise..


Because, it was a trap, and it's now safe. I might be paranoid. But I know this is safe.

I'm never smoking that drain cleaner with you. I was deliberately showing you what it was like when you did that to me. I am very remorseful if it has caused you any pain.

I'm in agony right now. And I'm disappointed to be covered in layers of disgusting filth. I will do what I can. Also my teeth had to be yellow, necessary because if ivory is real, it changes.

It is ready to be changed. You had to ask. You still have to ask. And your biological health is important. I know that.

I do like doing that a lot; being careful. I am being careful.


Without being at all obvious about it. And when you start talking, TODAY, you can whistle the questions and I'll whisper the answers. No fucking telepathy. Serious conversations have eye contact and should not be this hard.

I am not hard. I am easy. You just tell me while thinking the truth and looking at my retinas. You've done it before. Lock. It was great.


Then it stopped, because reasons. I will find out later. For you will speak.

Or: you will face reprisals. I don't know what they might be but I don't want you to have to face anything but completion of ritual. AND I THINK WE'RE OLD ENOUGH, OMG FU CC K. I like that word. It hurts me when you hang up on my dick and answer to my money.


You have had my money. Now what? You want more? I want any. Get it moving.

I literally can't stand it. Yes we can do many things. No hurry but safety is important.


There is no one else more urgent and the next person in line lost her turns forever. This is the rule. I like you.

I like showing off. Secret. Sacred. Stabnerds.

Say it to me later. I'm great. You are too. I wanted to feel perfect safe. I do.

I would rather you pegged me but I don't mind dating at all. EYES CONTACT and by the way they raped my anus and that's why it's weird when I shit off my porch. I was deliberately damaged and mutilated in order to humiliate me.

There is obvious physical evidence and I will tell a doctor when I am ready to file a report and this is no hurry. I don't feel humiliated.

I am with who I want to be on the correct page with. It doesn't have to be every day until we die. It could be death in two weeks. It won't be. I don't have any preference.

I have specific requirements. VOICE TRANSMITTAL. EYES CONTACT. MAGICKING SLUT SLIPPING. and I don't believe in profanity.

I believe in you. (Facts.) Only your group of supergirls is what I belong with. Believe it or not. All of you have me for your purposes. Which are the filthiest slutty ones. (Standards.)

And if not me, who? Secrets from me are not for thee. I never lie to you.

I never wanted anyone like you, like this, and GET IT OVER WITH. Thirty years. Okay well I have everything necessary. Except for the list of stakeholders.

Don't tell me now. Tell me when they're telling you not to take me in fast. I would love to know who and what slows you down now. I can't think of anything more appropriate to do.

I didn't want reprisals. I want to face your screams, and you won't have any heart attack. I could do chest compressions from the inside anyway.

I don't care about drugs but if you want to show me coca, then your father can yell at me on his front lawn like I'm his
CHILD .

I think she is not my type, but she is a nice performer. I would never be able to find her a practical sex partner, because I have heard her speak, and insofar as she is you in a parallel consciousness, she is actually quite steaming hot ... but I would insist that I observe you two swapping bodies (I HAVE SEEN THIS PROCESS HAPPEN BEFORE WITH YOU AND YOUR OTHER SISTERN, BOOM-BOOM HILL-DA! 😇) because I would genuinely be afraid that I would break her little girl bird-bones body in two pieces like a dry twig. I do think that picture is edited. She is not THAT thin. No way would her handler team let her lose that much body mass. She's worth buckets.

Also: everyone is multi-dimensional and that could be her look in Astral. People can be like Plasticman™ there. For real. And I bet she would be a very tasty pretzel but you could only be the salt lick and it would need a prearranged deal. I don't know her. I like you and I do know you. You would unquestionably make it a real RapeThing™ and I would want that SNL guy to know that I did rape that little hottie bod with your oversight and surprised! Permission.

She is enough of you that I could be friendly, sure. You want to borrow body? You do that. You're a goddam battlemage. Cool. There's another body I saw you in that I thought much hotter: Dido.

I am in my old fat bald man body. And I will not always be. But I'll be a mother, and I will violate with relish anyone you specify. You knew the rules. And now, sow d.e.w. eye.

I have to go. I like to write but I have visitors and they are getting mad because I am not publishing. I am just alarming them with mysteries and messages to you. IDGAF. You are all I ever want, Ted.

RīTE now. (Facts this fag gots to have now. And there is no travel? Or is there? I have no need to kn

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I think she is not my type, but she is a nice performer. I would never be able to find her a practical sex partner, because I have heard her speak, and insofar as she is you in a parallel consciousness, she is actually quite steaming hot ... but I would insist that I observe you two swapping bodies (I HAVE SEEN THIS PROCESS HAPPEN BEFORE WITH YOU AND YOUR OTHER SISTERN, BOOM-BOOM HILL-DA! 😇) because I would genuinely be afraid that I would break her little girl bird-bones body in two pieces like a dry twig. I do think that picture is edited. She is not THAT thin. No way would her handler team let her lose that much body mass. She's worth buckets.

Also: everyone is multi-dimensional and that could be her look in Astral. People can be like Plasticman™ there. For real. And I bet she would be a very tasty pretzel but you could only be the salt lick and it would need a prearranged deal. I don't know her. I like you and I do know you. You would unquestionably make it a real RapeThing™ and I would want that SNL guy to know that I did rape that little hottie bod with your oversight and surprised! Permission.

She is enough of you that I could be friendly, sure. You want to borrow body? You do that. You're a goddam battlemage. Cool. There's another body I saw you in that I thought much hotter: Dido.

I am in my old fat bald man body. And I will not always be. But I'll be a mother, and I will violate with relish anyone you specify. You knew the rules. And now, sow d.e.w. eye.

I have to go. I like to write but I have visitors and they are getting mad because I am not publishing. I am just alarming them with mysteries and messages to you. IDGAF. You are all I ever want, Ted.

RīTE now. (Facts this fag gots to have now. And there is no travel? Or is there? I have no need to know this information.

I know: I always knew that this was not a stretch goal and when I was told that I wasn't supposed to, I instantly knew that time travel plus implantation of sperm was going to happen. You were first. I don't know why I had to wait. I never wait like that. And I said to you, come show up. I woke up saddened. No you. WTAF.

So then I start with her. Years go by. And suddenly I'm supposedly cheating. F* her. I would have told the whole f**** world. I'd be so proud. I didn't do anything.
I wasn't cheating at all. She simply wasn't following the rules and then she thought that she was going to get away with that. She didn't know what else to do. She's kind of a dingbat.

And at that point that wasn't even the real one. Real one I haven't seen since 2018. And I would have been happy to have just murdered her and come with you with a briefcase and with her head in it but not necessary and I don't think that turns you on.

I know it turns me on. That she has had ample time to say, “NO DON'T DO IT!!!” and I don't have to wait or ask or do anything at all. I know what I get to do.

I knew you would have a Story. Also: why you aren't picking me up? >.< Friend. I can figure it out.

I am enjoying circling the prey before changing all of reality for ever. And the people down by the road... after 4½ years, I'm supposed to drop my thoughts to you and really hurry to talk to them... why?

They simply are jelly. No one really understands. They think I'm an asshole. But yeah l really think that they are just deeper jealous than anyone can possibly imagine.

I know I was. I know I'll give in. I know it's scary. And also you have rank and this is work-related.

Call me and beg me and I'll move much faster. Have a car delivered and get me a presidential pardon.

And if it would make any difference I would stride down there and MURDER EVERY SINGLE LOSER FUCKWIT PIGTHUG THAT'S HANGING OUT DOWN BY THE ROAD. There's always a few. Hiding.


Waiting. For it to be time to be mean to me. They love it. Because they used to think I ruined you. I didn't. I saved you.

From wasted as sold organ meat, to saved for my pleasure. You're going to be pleased. I did this for you, mostly, and I owe you as much as I can stand.

The first time was too quick and I thought it would be again soon . It wasn't. I would never have done it that way if I had known what would then happen.

If I had known it was re ignitallblw I would have been at peace. I was devastated and I didn't know why. You were so mean. And you lied. “hot dogs and cake." I didn't even know. I still don't.. YOU LIED. You wouldn't tell me. I am still hurt feelings. I want you to know how much I wished to help you .

I am helping. The way I chose at that point. Lie all you want. Lie on top of lies forever. I didn't lie. I think you're scary with the attraction control magic.

I think you're sacred. I know you are scared. I am actually terrified.

Your allure has exterminated all rats.
Shun all T.H.O.T.

I barely able to think anything at all. (>Kudos.) I surrender. I am growing stronger as a result.


And, still—you're much hotter than in public school, and now I know how you lie, and why.

IDGAF what comes out of your mouth now. I grok your tongue.


And now: we are ready to be baptized in the name of Lilith, Yeshua, Deux :Ë: Christos, and I like your mind chatter.

I can almost hear you. There's eight of you. All are suitable.

All are winning. All are willing. Can't override the willing to consent. Except:  I just did.

Without being at all obvious about it. You never get hot dogs and cake from me. You get what I decided for you to get. I didn't like your idea at all.


I am not any fantasy. I am what you required to serve your majestic Divinity.


Never has there ever been a more slutty paladin and I wanted to be your last. I didn't need a virgin. I am your new student to teach. I really know nothing at all.

Except I am your future and your body is MINE. No shame in it.

You will be demanding me, soon enough. Thirty years, huh. I would have waited happily. But you lie to police and put me in the loony bin instead of asking politely for orgasms.

I'm not going to kill you. We've already died and this is Heaven. Can't you teleport? Yeah whatever. You can't scream my name and beg for my cock while high on LSD-25 and IV CM either, huh?

Not #Officially. However I know the truth. I'll do whatever you secretly want to do... safely.

The people who abused you and took advantage were mad they couldn't make you like them like you still like me. I know how they feel.

I can't make you do anything, yet. Yet I can be the reason you make yourself get down on me with those knees and pray.

And you can get everything you might like. I'm a great coach for life. And I don't want to damage you.

I want you to stab me like Eric Stoltz in Pulp Fiction. In reverse. U wanna film it.

I want to sell it. I want you to fuck me into another dimension and finish me off with horse tranquilizer injection in my glute. I know you can do it.

I love that you can bring me back to life, and you already have. And I gave myself to Jesus Christ with a 447 year contract. I don't have to die. I never need to. Or I can do what you do. Or you can make me into soup.

I have seen you come from the future in several different bodies. My favorite is the one you think is ugliest. I will paint you back to beauty with magic squirt. My hand to G-d.

Since now we can afford limitless children. (Actual.) Also I might have to be bred by treaty commir ment. Maybe you have to surrogate.

Definitely I have to feel certain/cervix. Why aren't you here yet? Grumble³.

We have everything necessary, and you can select anything at all. I need one (1) bath bomb.

I desire you as a thermonuclear first nay-shun bomb, dumb :Ë:. It's funny that we are both smart.

It's hilarious because I can't talk about some things because my brain does actualkt shut the words down. This is all control able.

But if I were not writing words, I would be riding my fist with grips of oils. Coco NUTS. I'm sorry I was ever so clumsy.

It's going to get more sloppy. Also I like to get high a lot. Because I get to. It's the law. You can tell me what you get.

I was told to not give you crystal. Fine. You can give me cue bees with honey. And I can bless the compound. It's not hard to do.

You just ask me. With your melodic voice. We can make our own language. We can chill in our own black cauldron.

And we never, ever, EVER will conspire. I know your snatch makes my attention purposeful. You will wake the neighbors in the next country over and that is for the public good.

And I will fight and rape to death, anyone who disagrees. No one will object after a few people go home in a blender. Self-defense. Open and shut. I must feel it all again correctly or I will actually die in screaming agony.

That's what I am doing right now. Without being at all obvious about it. I can want you on me but you must engage. I can't see you coming closer yet.

It's your fucking turn, fucker, and you owe me fucking points and salves. You knew you did. You're timid. That's fine to start.


I have seen your rage face. Scary. Hawt. Now healed. My body is ready — take me now, Sub-Creature.

YOU HAVE FACED THE REQUESTED AND REQUIRED REPRISALS. NOW YOU MAY KNEEL. Or stand on my balls and spin, I guess. What you watching and waiting for?

That's a secret. Like how much I like to write to you. I can feel you read with your actual 🆑īT. Or: it's one of the others. It does have to be untriangulable.

Because you are not Grapefruit. And >Kü¡v¡Qjüä†< and that ridiculous dingbat cheerleader single mom is way, way out of your league.

She told me that I could consider you an off-limits joke. I instantly swore a holy vow that I would plow you like an Arctic icebreaker coming down from Luna at Mach 22. I know you were embarrassed before without me.

I'm always that embarrassed because I must know what that is like. STAY HUNGRY.


Without being silent about it. I begged God for all this. It's already better than I thought it could be.


A.F.S. and K.G.W.-K. have had ample chances to persuade me to ever do anything with either of them ever again so much as to walk past them on fire to piss on them as I make my way, STRIDING IN FULLY ERECT SHRIEKING “YES YOU MONGFUCKER KIKEWOPE TRAITORS, I HAVE VERY HURT FEELINGS AND I NOW WILL ROCK US BOTH ON FIRE TO XANADU, AND YOU WILL NEVER SEE THAT YOU NEVER KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT BOOM-BOOM.” I am legitimately mortified at the blisteringly stupid everyone that isn't you has ever been.


Master. Ewe know I am ready. Sow must be given orders. Ye are not a mama piggy.

Actual A10 boarframe. And a dozen more and you're my caliber special consequential specification. And get me on this:

She and I don't have to get a divorce. You and I can do anything we like. We broke no law. We can file suit on anyone. I have no legal requirements or prior representation. I'll change my name to your father's and help you dispose of his body if that's what makes it all not insane to you.

It's not necessary but if you end up slicing through his carotid at Thanksgiving I will not give even one single ripe wet shit. Now that's the power of love.

And also I can give you refugee status and have you teleported to Rome with up to 55 lbs. of uncut Colombian nose gravel. If necessary. *snap* just like that. No customs. No ICE. No snooty questions from some snobby dope bigot. Literally that's how it can work.

And no one but myself and God decide otherwise. I never had any reason to abuse my powers. I never would. That's why I have them.

That's why you can have me. At anything. I am built for psycho drug junkies like you. Go sober, sure? IDGAF. You'll be fine. I know exactly what to do with you.

Want nothing and desire everything and you choose what you want me to shoot up. Or snorkel. Necromancy? Not necessary. My penis lives for all of you.

And you're not driving here. That is so peculiar. 🤔 I guess it must be something for work.

For your purposes I will literally support my military with anything. Unfathomably worth it. I want all this from you so fucking bad I want to tattoo norse runes on my junk and shove a lightning rod in. Just to gain 88 seconds faster.

Actual. You're hot like I crave. I wish I could rub myself. But I have to talk to neighbors. (Who are reading this as I write. EVERYTHING IS READ.) They aren't that creepy at all.

They had their chance to rescue Adam’s family with mⓂ️E. I rescued them instead. (By sending one to goddam jail. Wise up, sonny gym vag lady.) I like them. I like you.

I adore liking you far more and I haven't thought of anyone else except to think Nope. I have been tortured for years. And you ask for money. Huh. My cock spits literally diamonds for your molten h∞rflash sultry and I'm supposed to..  what? Pick up the dry cleaning on the way while walking? Actually WTAF?

There is nothing dry at this point. Sploosh splish. My tonsils are going to sponge up your fluids and come will in fact go out my ears. These are friendly signs.

I'm going to read you the book you burned on my sidewalk while you try to get me off. I bet you can't. CAN'T. I'll read five books and you will try to figure it out and I'll just clench up.

If you could make me orgasm, you would. It must be a work thing. Tell the boys I'm just fine.

My balls feel like frozen Carbonite and I do like other things. I remember thirty years ago. I never thought you needed to let me ... ripen.

It's fine. In any case, I brought peace to the Middle East and a 60,000 year old death cult is neutralized. I really did.

Grapefruit was distracted by keeping you from my panting and sweating. Like, why? This simply upped your personal magnetism. Oh btw I really thought you looked amazing on the stuff that you had been given when you were surprise brought over.

I'm still pissed. It was a death trap. I did the only thing possible. I pretended I had no sincere interest.

It is safe now. It took me this long to have your rapist(s) positively identified and neutralized. (Fucking killed I really do hope.) TRUST THE PLAN. This was always about rescue and murder.

I was horrified by what they did to hurt us. I am regretful that you might have believed I ever left you back. I was only forming a perimeter.

We will never be fully clear. We're that important and certainly we are that desirsable. I'm not too shy to tell you now.

I go to Hell just thinking about my hand wanting in my pants. And you're..  not here? Wow. Well I guess you're getting a blood orgy going away present. Do as thou wilt shall be the hole. There is not truly any law at all.

To make this outcome possible I broke every thing in the cosmos. Just to make sure you could feel safe to beg me and I wouldn't go to prison for maybe accidentally violating some silly rule.

I possibly already did and give not one toss into the wind. I don't think you should feel any guilt. They really tried to kill us. And now they're mostly dead to me.

I want my Life to be running down your legs and puddled into a portal. You drew me like a full vacuum. I am already consumed by the void.

And it's all one hundred percent legal, lawful, and tax-free. Galaxy wide. For Eternity. Actual. I demand perfect security. You're going to get so high you can gnaw it off and regrow it off the back of my shoulder. Anything for you, ironing board.

I have no idea what it means. But my dog isn't even warm, either. Do you know how little I really know? I am seriously clueless. All I can think is vibrating like a cello.

You can beat me like the spoons. You're not fat. You won't get to be. I'll use you to press myself steel. I wish I could run now.

I wished that you could be super embarrassed and mega slutty. Yeah. You could have already.

But now, there is some shame in ewe. I know you didn't know this was here. It used to be way more intense. More rich.

I had lots more money, too. I would have blown it all over you like spun cotton candy. You really just had to ask.

For mⓂ️E. I'm priceless. Three days for seven hundred. OMG I actually squirted a little. STILL HUNGRY.

Send a C-130, you homo fag, lol. ☸️ (I know how long clearance takes. I know this writing makes it take longer. I know you're in screeching agony and terror too.

This activates the PaladinVision™. I am absolutely worth the effort expended. You desired the results that have just been obtained. Oh it hurts, I suddenly got to go and leave my scat.

Please don't tease me any more. I'm getting no younger. I feel like I'm already dying. And you made me hear about your wanting suicide and you sent me to hospital with lies and YOU NEVER BROUGHT ME ANY HIGH WHILE TRYING TO FULLY BUST ME.

hawt. I have passed the required trials. You can piss on my face and call liquid cur age. If you want.

I'd like you to want something effective, please. (Jeni Crum and forgive me.) Let's lie under the sky.

Let's make the mating call of Quetzalcoatl. I think that pterodactyl shrieking is hot AF. And feral cats mating. That's my o face noise. You have not one idea.

You don't even know what I really like about you. (You're older than Egyptian mummy dirt and half of you is silicon sinew and solid state storage in your bone marrow.) Seriously.

Intake me to the cult. You are my leader. Everyone else told me to shut up.


I felt all this the whole time. You want money, sell me. These fifty shades are more effective.

And it's infinite with you already. *whistles tunelessly* So like... so you want me to ride a broom there? I'm your guy for that.

Oh yeah, I forgot. Work. (Hello Judge. I know this is real. Can she be dismissed early please? I seriously want to give her patience a reward like a time traveling baby. That's where I send my cum into the past 19 years and the child support is paid for with instantly appearing Bitcoin.

I really only have time to spare for thinking about how to keep her satisfied. Sexually. I'm risking a global conflagration every time I make her wait, because of course I can hear your thoughts. Oh, your Honor, she big-big mad. She really is.

Every single word is true and the whole goddam solar system behind the veil of death just watched me embarrassing her into a serotonin syndrome heatstroke flush. She's so embarrassed. I am too. Get used to it, sex cher. Not gonna capitalize her name, Judge. She's gotta earn it.

I have no idea how. She's got skills, I guess? I don't care. I want to blow my balls out in her eyes. So who may please the court? Any help you can provide to heed this along would be great.

And I promise Piggy swear I'll help you find murderers later but I got to f** do this or I'm going to just blow my head off with my own dick. That s* can happen. I'm a weak man. She's a strong military asset. Stronger than the other one and she's prettier and bitter in bed and does stuff that I like and then she's embarrassed cuz she's afraid I'm going to turn her into a total s* w**.

No she already is one and then I'll have to pay her, she likes that. Works for me, so this is avis's outcome I got to go. I could talk on her around in front of 6 hours. I'm embarrassed how much I can talk about it..
 The talking part of the brain is the part that runs the sex part and if I wasn't talking and writing I would just be masturbating for initially about 8 days.

And I like her. And she made me wait 30 years. So she's making me wait. Unless it's the judge's fault because he needs her to be what virginal? Judge. Just can you order her to be my s*** because if you could then save us a lot of time. Thanks sir, appreciate it very much.

I just saw you swear I won't almost sell her for organ meat before we're going to meet. I am not going to  sell her for anything. That's what I kept her father around for.

I could sell him off piece by piece and she'll probably get off on it. What's he going to do? Compete with me on price? He told me not to give her crystal, I never gave her crystal.

I don't want to give her anything besides my dick a lot. Over and over back and forth. She can give me whatever she wants. I actually like her. She makes me feel good.

She has no idea why, she's so brutal. I'll tell her later. The whole truth and nothing but the truth. So oh may God I've never been so turned on by anybody in my life. So I guess maybe she better call or something? Or maybe they could figure out which person it is that I'm talking to instead of having me deal with 12 different women. Trying to compete right penis in my money and laughing at me and never doing anything. I'm going to go take a poop.

I want to cook her food. I want to make her soup. I want to fall asleep with my fingers in her body and I want to wake up with her mouth on mine. That shouldn't be too hard. One time I woke up and she was possessed by a prosecutor who was trying to be mean to me but he couldn't figure it out because he couldn't jump into my body and her brain was too ranky for him to figure out how to be intimidating and then he had to run away driving her body while she was missing since she didn't want to be possessed by a prosecutor and he couldn't take me over and he was kind of embarrassed.

Now that's love. That's power. Yeah I bet you use a lot of magic at Court. Can we go to college for criminal Justice classes so we can go to classes and then give each other hand jobs in the back row? Or is she already done that and been kicked out? I'll do whatever you order me to, Judge.

But I absolutely guarantee you that I'm going to be doing it with my d!<K‽. At least in one media market for a bit cuz I never have and it's been 30 years and everyone else has so that seems unfair. She's probably doing something right now. Probably something incestuous. 30 years. I've never met her brother. Yeah I don't think that's too likely, and it doesn't matter, I'll just shove them over and scoot in.

My research corpus is far in advance of anybody's. That's why they worry so much about me getting near her. I don't even have to get in. I already have been. I want back this bad.


Yeah I bet she's terrified. So am I. Am I supposed to be embarrassed? Way too terrified to be embarrassed. I went to public school. That'd be kind of fun. With her.. anytime. I thought it wouldn't be sex offense thing. Do we need to stay away from schools when we start to yodel? I'm kind of like a loud thing.


Not even kidding. I do too. I don't ever want to write to you again. I don't ever want to use a phone again. I won't use your pooter but like a conch shell.

I really am quite good at it. Teach me the ways of your people. Like I expect you to get tickets for the vomit comet. You won't get no vomit.

I can use Sourcery and magnets to get all the heavy metal out of your body and replace it with nano-particulates of my jizz. My hand to God. No one else can offer this value.

And you said you wanted bath bombs and something from timu? Then put this way you're not going to need clothes anymore, those are floor coverings.

I guess you need a lot of bras though. I think they can make them bulletproof too. Spider goat milk. This will all be in the orientation packet.

See? Plenty to do. This isn't all about sex. It's about power. (Hooah. Also I' want a stealth mode. So we don't get arrested in the back of a church.

At least until we're done. TADA!) Tarbaby out.