Fuck what the CIA wants!
The Cenobite Intelligence Agency wants what every other directorate of and department with punyling spoor smeared all over the walls of their breakroom wants: the schematics for what is by far, the most celebrated and
quintessential fabuleen maginfico area school of effect soulistic and mentalistic discipline I have yet to devise: psychokinetic shielding. (Not gonna lie, don't have the schems on blue pages yet, but it's gonna be easier to find a 5D blueprinter that can blueball blewblow bleublow me without making a goddam operatic 3 hour whine and bitch-fest about the horrors of HPV (she shook Michael Douglas's hand once and now she can't stop thinking, "which one is the one with the clapwarts??" whenever she sees the movie poster for Spartacus, sometimes she's there standing by the marquee hunched over and checking out Kirk's codpiece (really, haven't we all killed a few hours like that? well I did, okay btw, there's Qrystall MAMP, as it turns out, is that how you spell it? Uhm I am really not that interested, but, uhm, I am The Last UniDEAcorn, everyone else is iDead or in iMind) for tiny little tell-tale signs of rickwarts and clapdick and GROYPRASH-NoVi55-ER2, which is that new strain of COVID that absolute whipsaw hosebeast is susceptible to, because, and this is true, Jesus came to her in an asylum and asked her to suck his dick a little, and she winkled up her nose and pulled back her beakface into a sneer and said, "Ewe, gross. Can we get McDonald's first? I want Carl's Junior's dick instead. Can you take me there and then I'll push you out your car door after rifling through your wallet and then call you a rapist because you really raped me and then when you totally scream back, ''NO I DIDN'T YOU EXTORTIVE JIMMY CRACK CORN MOTHER FUCKER CALIFORNIA WIGGER BIGGER DUMB BUM SMOKESHEEEEEEEW, GROSS, FUCK YOU I DIDNT RAPE YOU, YOU FUCKING CONSENTED HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT I HAD A REALLY NICE TIME I FUCKED YOU AND THREW YOUR ASS OUT SO YOU COULD DRIVE YOUR WHINY LIYING BITCH ASS HOE YOUR SELF YOU HO YOU NEVER REALLY LOVED ME YOU WER ARTIFICIAL AND YOU FUCKED UP ALL MY SHIT FOR NOTHING, BIG JUNKY TITTIE HO BEEGAY FAGYO, IF YOU REPORT ME FOR RAPE I WILL KILL MYSELF AND GO TO HEAVEN AND GET JESUS TO COME BACK WITH ME AND HE WILL MY WITNESS YOU LYING BITCH I WILL ASK YOU IF YOU WANT YOUR COLACA RAPED AND YOU BETTER SAY YES YOU FUCKING LIAR OR ELSE I WON'T PRETEND TO LIKE THE WAY YOU SING ANYMORE YOU SHRIEKING WALRUS AND JIZZAHOUSE HOUND, DIE, DIE, FUCK YOU, I LOVED YOU, AND NOW ITS OVER EXCEPT ON BLUE BRAYU AND DVD, OMG YOU FUCKING LIAR I DIDNT' RAPE YOU, YOU CONSENTED, YOU CONSENTED, WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH, AHHAQHAB OOO BOO HOO, MY LIFE IS OVER *CLICK* MUH CAREER! *CLICK* WAAAAQAAH *PORTAL*"
So what happens here is, she totally blanks that shit out, right? Like wow, where did that come form? One of Lightening Girl's children who apparently can write AND transmit AND fight fires AND not get jealous of her mom, wow, what's that like, (*voices holler in unision* PARCHEESI*), uh, yeah... uhm... and, that one is gone. I'm gonna caulk up that hole real quick I don't want anymore of you following that one home, she's already eaten two, last one.... uh, ah... seem to be playing with it some. Wow. She says she is ready to eat Queen D.A.R.E. anytime and I think that is a very noble and honorable soul, uhm. No, I didn't name her yet she says shes Peneilope which is okay with me, *cough* Uhm, hi Bellgab.
Not. Just. Once. like 17 times. Shields. Yeah I am creeped out too. I have not been quite this insane for sometime. I have a shadow of a 'corn horn coming out of my forehead, yeah. G-d has granted me the experience to discern hallucination from reality and the wisdom to not let Athena burst fully formed from the forehead of Zeus until she learns to clean her room first, and wonder of wonders she says that is "fair," but she is actually only saying to go in there under pretense of cleaning and now she's gonna mack on.. which ever one is my oldest daughter. This is in future astral 5 or 7 or something. I don't have children here. Uhm, I'm about to have a cow here, I'll tell you what.
They’re all manical control freaks right out of a Bond novel.
It's possible that some of these lessons in detachment are really sinking in now that I've started focusing on the earlobes after running out of fingertips. BTW: Fleming was a hack. OMG Mom, yeah. She's swearing up and down, omg lol I'm like, "how do I know this is a true story," and she gives me a look, right? She's fucking dead, she's in... I guess, Scottish Heaven? Wherever Britain dumps its mongoloid fags, ahha, no, they wish Iceland, anyway, Mom says she's not doing it right now, and... you know. The look she gives. Patsy is native Cancer, and she knows I know not to ask, and I just did twice, lol, okay uhm.... totes embarrassment, I guess. Is there a total point of shame at this point? OMG, wow that would be cool if my mother were still around, I would absolutely shoot her with the Methos, if she were still on hospice care, I could shoot her up one arm with battery acid and down the other with Mr. Clean & Drano and then jump up and do The Funky Chicken in stiletto heels, Lionel Richie's ooooh, what a feeling, dancing on the ceiling, and stab those stab-me pumps into her goddam pancreas, yeah? Well.. maybe that is too much heat.
Next time I wank it, I am going to visualize Chelsea Clinton sprouting antenna and housefly wings and the mandibles from the Predator and it will pounce/claim KMM's lying whorish mouth and (this is a direct quote, omg) take her uvula and wrap that around her pelvic floor muscle and cinch it tight like a corset, right, and then one of the mandibles on Chelsea (CLINTON, yes HER, I like her, shut up, I LIKE HER BETTER YOU ARE DEAD TO ME *boo-hooi*), she takes the fang part and slices the floor muscle right down the middle, the ribbons of those Mayflower borne-muscle fiber optic bundles got upgraded last year, CC omg Chelsea is gonna carry a Niggerlord because some of us miss him a lot but he can't rape anymore, or have sex or shoplift. Seanniggerbaby Sealord Chell-Sea-Lord... okay I'm getting out of hand. Chelsea really is just and idle thought, but... well, she alive, I had to put her pack together to get her. I'm glad. Babystarniggre ohh ew te
I’m reclaiming this term just like black people did with nigger.
Bad posture, slumped over with shoulders bowed and leaning on one arm while scooping and stuffin' business cash envelops with scraps of DNA and a little bit of flopsweat beading up along the line of your nose where the cheek zits and the nose canyon blackhead valley are, or, down between your legs?
Yes you are. Yes you do. You just do it better than most, who are just trying to be an asshole for the sake of it...or you used to, anyway. 
Okay hold the phone, right here this part this line, this is the sign you need. This is not enough neuroplasticiity for you right now and then the part of your brain that connects one's anus and TD's (she says has to learn to apologize before coming in... um yeah that's it:
SWAROVSKI ARITHMETHRICS AMP.
Wow I am so goddam tired. I think I just got back from Hell where she consummated. (Paladin.Star) and I do find myself thinking of a nicer ass, I won't actually lie down because muh house, it's vile, omg, Whitley just came by btw. (Hi hi Hi !) That's Anne, she's kind of uhm, yeah, not whore, what's the other one? Okay, I won't say.
I am -not- creepy. This is
distinguishing.
