How did the colonoscopy go?
HILLARY CLINTON IS A WHORE {they gave like 9 of the memory blocker, he said he had to put in some more at the end all in a row because it was "starting to wear off" / Guess who talked to the anesthesiologist / and instead of the usual 2-4, he said, the guy gave me one fentanyl, which is okay, kinda, I mean I definitely would want some, but if something is wearing off at the end... instead of another pain med, dude gives me multiple hotdroppers of a memory-affecting agent that, I would at best call, "reflexively abhorrent."
Any updates?
She's fuckin' fine. Got some kind of marching order, not the trail nor tears, but definitely the taint. A conveyed sense seems to be that, wow, whodathunk it, if a person isn't a thrill-seeking charity-ride adventure-thrill seeking hunger (vampur) then... wait, oh, I guess.
(I'm told tempurary. Plausbile. I've seen him. And if I could make up anything this amusing this quickly, don't you think I'd do it all the time? This would be quite impressive cash money. Speaking of quite impressive cash money.)
There's some envelope in the mail in the envelope up in Seattle. Inside is a note that says, "Dear Cop Thugs. We do love you stop. Please don't thug us stop. Not the tummysticks stop. Also, and a partridge and a pear tree echolocation tracked all the way back to Gradfruit's pad for me to poop on. By the way, skip-tracers, I'd like to point something out to you, you're not going to find an Algonquin So. Q. on the goddam internet. It's just not. Especially for a whale. I guess she recently learned that matrix thing is real. Seems impressed by she presently has the attention fly of a gnat. She says she's happy she really did notice the five year anniversary, and she wishes her husband files the notice in the ashcan. (Jesus, this woman is old. "
Ashcan"? Nigga, get out.) lol.
okay the portal started to close and she got scared -- spooked -- as they say, and then poofed. Not in concrete space and I haven't seen that, I wonder, just how high to have to get to see someone splinter her skull with an axe and watch it knit come right back together, I hear.
HERA. Yeah, so, high Jason, how the Hell are ya?
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one might ask how do I know if it is input most correctly, and I explain --
"My new job sucks." -- "I am not picking a new name right now."
(I came after ten in the head and remembered that I hadn't sent it yet. I don't like this. It's a little too much channeling, not a lot of surfing, and I know it sounds like dooky-cooky to you, but nevertheless, if one experinces thoughts coming together, imagine like a doorbell chime on a really tall archway. Nothing like that at all. And not a sound, but a vibrational message, to sum in wit: Some Thing Big Happened. Disturbance in The Force, blah blah. I am trying to stay off the woo-wooo right now. People are serious business. It's not like they're pawns that some Dad Lizard fucks around with just because I'm bored. No, it's because she's bored.
Speaking of which, apparently that's the trigger event for some contract negotiations. I don't have omnipotence, which, if you had, you wouldn't need me to point to, but probably would know where it is at. Just as one might, say, instantly recognize Fallen when they show up doing whatever, Christ. I don't know what to do with this. I am happy. Do I sound happy? I don't think I sound as happy in some peoples' heads than I do in others.
Look, I'm tired. I don't wanna translate this, no one reads it anyway. (Go Bears!) They devour it. I guess something was not to someone's likely, probably another fucing unicorn, like seriously, like unspoilt brat, not having been to this spot in the park ghetto, I haven't see what a really cranky lich-like elf can like in... feathers, or moss, or some shit? My eyes are bad. Just pretend I made it all up, I did anyway. That should be enough. I don't know what for, but I would guess... THE LEGION.
(I love these Men.)
They're asking me to continue. I don't wanna. I am going to retire early tonight. I'm going to some OOBE Conference on Planet Teats.
(I will admit, I made that part up. There is no Planet Teats. Yeah, there it goes. See? The sun has gone down, the moon has come up.)
If this is what channelling MV is like, then I don't want to channel MV. That rosy bulb pitcure tube. That smug, self-satisfied grin as he watches another member of his former harem get UPGRADED. *clang*
Dude. How ARE you? It's been ten. Yeah, I am pissed too. How is your wife? In bed. I mean. Stop it, you're killing me. Oh, really?
I had no idea. Eewww, that's like a gross of fingernails. *End of line.*
Okay, that is pretty bad. I didn't exactly improvise that, but it came up pretty quick. Yeah, I don't know either. No, I don't want to know either. And that brings me to this point: IF EVERYONE KNOWS IT BUT JACKSTAR, THEN IT IS NOT TRUE. *Too wordy.*
It's gonna have to stand for now. Anyway, I just spent entirely to much time dreaming madly about *Too many consonants BLANK* and I'm not really getitng sick of it, per se, but my (blank) isn't sick of it, that's for sure. I sure am righting funny today. That should be okay. I guess an indicator that is legitmate would be like this, because it's still my writing, and I am hititng the keys diferently, and I'm smilng differently. It's legit. I'm not hallucinating being happier. Yeah, something big, I forget what.
*Dickstar's Wife Hanging By Neck Until *... yeah not going there. That's tasteless. I'm sure she's fine though. I don't think this *manifesting* today. Ot at all. Wow. This stream is smashy. I don't know what's going on here, but I do know, look, one might feel like messages beaming into consciousness is just wishful thinking, but say you get some kind ephemeral messages, seemingly an infinite variation, and while that's fading out into not-silence, right? It's not sound, it's money. MONEY.
Bitches, leave.
So this noise comes in, and short enough while later that I am personally satisfied, weird chat noises come in, as if they are chats, and they are, but there's like this... *nougat stack* kinda feeling to it. Also, shout-out to Sean David Morton, I just took your fucking milkshake and I am going to let these women play with... haha. NO. It.
Dude. Are you still in the can? What the actual FUCK. Who did you piss off? I need to know this information, please, and I need to know it, tomorrow will do, I guess. aigheol. So back to you. How the fuck do you spend this time? like stuff happens, and then, there would be THREADS. We used to have those. WTAF???
I rememer that one. I'm busy, fuck you, check Gab on the way out, I see Grapey whining about some fucking surprise problem developing -- "Consequences? Pour moi?" -- and I shouldn't be so hard, Grape wine is FU MOTHERFUCKER -- *cuck*
Ahh .aww. Someone is upset. Now, here's the thing--POUND ME TOO, YOU --- wow, he's livid, tell it slow -- yeah, huh. Wow. Well, you better call the other one and tell her she better start juggling both balls at once while you suck on Elon's musk. *click*
THREADS. We used to have those. WTAF???
One of us has ben dead a year. I'm in if I can bubblegum on him. In him? Look, if it's Africa, I'll take him, we get the Two-Fer Nigger Discount.
Hi. I am Jackstar. I get to say Nigger. I get to Ginger. I... okay this is stupid. Someone else should do that stuff. I mean, that's fun, but I thought this was front page. Oh, yeah, speaking of Front Page: there's like been this thing were one City Councilmember is threatening to kill -- MURDER -- another City Councilmember's
wife.
Note the step up. Not just a rape. A rape AND a murder. (Now I know what you're thinking, we're going to do gastric lavage as well. THE HARD WAYc/ck.
Yeah, so... I'm not sure what I want to next. Hey, can I suck your di--*SLAM*
Yeah someone is salty. I wonder why. Oh but it is all very great news! I think! I don't hear anything bad... "Grapefruit will never love again boo-hoo" oh God get a metronome -- No. - K. -- lol, well, I hope that makes sense when read. This might actually be something I can do on schedule, it's not good posture but I can... yeah, that was weird. I wonder if anyone else is recording typing into text boxes and hosting a stream? I like the idea for this. I like your *ahem* soul pole tent. That's not a tent. *forgive* That's a wigwam.
(People keep knocking but they can't come in. I guess this is what happens cross-veil when someone refuses to get up and go to work a lot on the back of a lineback and a hunchback who go around enforcing "obligations."
Okay, this is pretty fucked right here. I'm gonna go (blank) another girlfriend. Yeah, thankfully the last thing she said before they cut off Mrs. (Eewww, Gross)'s tongue is --
aww. That's awkward. I forget. You know what else I forgot? Giving those casino's back
EVER. (4)
Disclaimer: the preceding is [KUCZI], the overages are [JUNK], i SWEAR TO dog I hate these spook codes, fuck you watermelon, give me another one: JULIE JULIE that's our Hitler JULIA
Someone should a machine does this. I wanna rub someone while they blank.
p.s. Dear Grapefruit: This is not a message to you. Hey, do you remember what the messages you use to write to me sound like in the future? I don't doubt it, now get the fuck back out there and save your own life for a few cycles, seriously the center cannot hold and the merry-go-round springs are about to fall off. You don't even know what cock day is it? What is it with you and Wednesday? It's the ash, isnt it? Yeah, well, suck it down. That's not Kaffe. okay I can't type that, some kind of squaw jibba-jabba. Yep. Gets her every time. I wonder why? Oh, right, genetic markers. I think she's fine. She's kinda frothy. Some simultime loopy thinky thingy with Tinky. Jesus, it's like i'm crossing breeding pairs in Nome. I guess it's like a combo bus depot, combat drop maneuver chute, and like some kind of thing to avoid the bends. Hey, what's a thing one use to avoid the bends? Try fucking your husband before sending him to prison next time, maybe he won't kill himself again next time. Fucking some people. Like seriously. Why don't you help him out with out to get a waiver without getting a paper cut?
(More frothing. She's wild. Arrrr!) Yeah, I got a good seat.
That's enough out of you, SquawBox. *push* It might actually ignite. I am hoping. Phoenix needs a new pair of shoes. You know, I am not going to lie, I BOUGHT THAT LION SEA VIXXEN WHITTLE BABY-BIB BUCKFUCKING FUCKSHIT NECKHEAD EXACTLY ONE PAIR OF SHOES.
And... she didn't like them. Imagine. So, I returned them, for FIAT, and bought HONK and shoved CLOWN up my DESK.
No, it's the other one. Anyway, why does this matter? Cuz this dude, he be tellin' me that somebody has an obligation. This fucking guy. Like, he doesn't even know. So self-aware. He tells me that he wants to punch someone in the face... oh, really? Tell me all about it!
Tell me all about the recent jaw-breaking, eh? Come on man. You know what? I'm just going to do it. I'm going to break my cock off and just fucking eat the whole goddam thing in two HALF bites. There is a challenge here. I don't see it, but I know it's kinda neat when the information stream -- YAH THAS RITE IN MY HEAD GIVE ME AN AWARD I AM ARRIVE I AM RISEN no I still haven't gotten laid, GrapeFutureIndenturedServant, no seriously, you just burned though months of my life. Yes, of course I want some featherbeaded niglet headdresses stenciled onto your pillowcase covers. I'm sorry, I didn't know. (I did). No, I won't call you that, you're really not even Jew. You actually are Squaw. (ACTUAL: screeching imagined.) H, Qu, hey, how's your Twatter account do... oh. Gosh. You're popular.
Yes, I am. So what would you like to do. Yeah I would like to forget all about Wednesday, too. Like hatewater. LOL. I would talk to her. Yeah. YOU. I actually can believe you did that, I meant everything I said, and a harlot deadwhoremonger of your rank, style, taste, and stature, that you probably could have guessed that a familar's death was gonna trigger a resurrection cycle. Because it did. That's FORTY THOU. RIGHT FUCKING THERE GRAPEYFACE. (pushes it in -- this ethereal. I really grind it in there.) In your mind, how long where you there? Yeah I bet you don't know, yeah I bet you smoked some weed. (This has gotta be a compostite, lol, sigh, I am really glad she's back but I didn't ever doubt it, it's just... I forgot... in point of fact, she actually can't read and right, because she's
Royal.
*Allison Frances Shaw face, image, likeness, repuation, and 25lb library bag of book bombs (COPYRIGHT, TRADEMARKED, UNINFRINGABLE, PLENARY, & UNAPPEALABLE, SO PUT THAT IN YOUR COKE AND SMOKE IT, THANKS FOR THE ENGRAMS.)*
WOW, that one is
mean. Can you put him in straightjacket and then shake him until he falls out? Wow, that is weird. Okay make him suffer on endless repeat for a few mintues, Ima go poop.
The Poop of
The Just.