from: KUCZI <kuczi@unicorntoday.com>
to: Azraa Morphine <azzerae@gmail.com>
date: Apr 11, 2023, 12:20 PM
subject: duty call
Azz,
It would be best if we did another Zoom. I'm thinking to call it, "INTERPOL; FINAL DISSOLUTION".
I am pleased that to receive contact from you. It is definitely time for it... I felt my Highest Self in communion with TPTB in the last few hours, and I was gonna ring you up anyway. It's not just that concerned people are starting to worry, it's that there really wasn't much reason to push it very much farther, and what's the point of having a twinned forum if only one person uses it?
I told you that no matter what, I would always be your friend -- I hope you can see that is true. I still don't agree with the way that things were handled, and specifically, I don't agree with your choices. But that is in the past now.
I really felt awful when I was telling you, because I knew that I wasn't conveying the enormiity of what I am meaning to say, and that it won't be until many, many years later that you will come to understand in full, what my position was... but I do not regret what I said or how I said, because now I defnitely feel remorse much more than disgust, and truly... what do I know? Perhaps there is something you know and knew then, that had I known it, would change my understanding of it all completely. Maybe I would see things differently if i were sure.
I do know that in any case, I should have told you sooner, and I should have been less violent, and I have trepidation that I have irrevocably warped the fabric of our friendship forever, and it will never be the same.
However, it is probably worth it, because now, I think we can easily come to terms and be in agreement, that from now on, whatever we do... at least it will be slimming.
If you like, please set up a Zoom and send me a link. I am bandwidth challenged and under the influence of various substances and I've been quite put upon, so frankly, I think you ought not complain at all, however, I know that you will--it's the training, you see.
There are various codes and signals and passigns that are part and parcel of being a member of multiple social, academic, and esoteric groups on Earth. I belong to none of them, and I have never tried to learn them surrepetiously so as in order to gain an advantage. Having said that, I love crypotology, and studying forbidden knowledge, and knowing what other people do not. However, what I do not like, is using that information to personal benefit.
I have recently realized that this was in error. For example, no one believes that I am not a free mason. I am obviously free --for now-- and I have Bear Mace exposure in my past record, because while (PROT) and (PROT) left me alone in Seattle to finish moving out alone, I "accidentally" got some in my eye. This really put a cap on the day, let me tell you. I was almost done and about to leave and I knew what it meant, because it was a magical signalling ward/tripwire that someone had used in order to alert them to both my imminent departure, as well as to slow me down. Someone thought it would be important to keep me separated from Allison, you see.,
Joke is on them. I was already separated long, long before. Now, I don't know how many "A. Shaw" females there were, but I do know that there were way, way more than just a few. Easily, there could have been as many as 17.
Fuck 'em all, and fucking no regrets. But, more importantly.... I have no idea which one was Grapefruit, and the last time I saw her, she told me that she was likely going to have to get a new idenitty, and when I saw here again, she wouldn't be the same. Then she burst into tears.
She was pissed. I tricked her by doing simply this: I told her the truth, and then I kept telling her the truth, and then... well, I'll be honest. I had no idea whether or not that dude had herpes. However, I didn't warn her. At all.
According to the telemetry at my disposal, she's hooked on smack and being used as a drug mule and is forced to suck men off while being held captive by whomever it was who set her up to be raped. Now, I don't think that is true, I think it's an illusion. But if it is true, I am forced to say that I am completely indifferent to her suffering if that is so.
She lied to me a lot, and told everyone lies about me, and instead of being at all helpful... she vanished and wherever she is, I have no urgency to speak to her any faster than The Court indicates is proper. And in fact, that may well be never. It's a fucked up situation... and it might be kindest to let someone in my position live in the bliss of ignorance.
But, I choose to know. I never ever set up Allison for anything, and it wasn't until a year ago that I completely withdrew whatever extra protections my Shielding could offer. I don't know what has happened since to her, but I can say this: I am looking forward to telling her what I know now, because I figured it all out, every bit of it. And I haven't called the police at all. Except for when I called in a wellness check for her, and when I tried to report the truck I bought (for bait) her and I to perhaps one day use. Now, that truck is gone, I don't care, I bought another truck that's a lemon, I don't care, and I may never see her again, and I don't care.
Because I brought Marv's wife back to him, and they had a nice time, and then she killed herself, because I am far, far cooler than Marv. Weird, huh? How can I know all this stuff?
Easy: practice baby. PRACTICE.
I'm up all night. I'm not manic. I'm not even depressed. I won't be yelling at you--because believe me, while I don't agree with how you handled some things, I disagree with EVERYONE else FAR MORE. What a bunch of fucking morons, it's gonna the end of Fight Club. Skyscrapers falling. The world will never be the same.
And all because I didn'lt want to fuck her sister. That was the crux point, really. I mean, She's cute, right? But the sister got tired of her DEA agent, and wanted to switch to me, and I wasn't so stupid as to not think there would be strings attached. AAdditonally, I didn't want to mix amphetamines and opioids... I asked for something else. Ketamine. And for a time, Allison and I argued about how to go about that.
She could have just told me the goddam truth. Instead, she dug herself deeper into a hole by behaving as though I had to "prove" myself to her. Well, I think I have done that. No one is concerned that I am some kind of cop or rat or anything like that. No one is concerned at all, really...
And they should be. So your attention is welcome. I was going to start the Jack/Azz Mashup project tonight, you know? But that one is very, very sensitive, and at this time, it would be too much, too soon. So, let's dance around the big issue and do something for the fans,
This is the last chance we have before I call in to the attorney who is "representing" me, and it's gonna be a catastrophe no matter what. Since it won't help to slow it down, let's pour on the gas. Glowi is safe--everyone else can hang in there. I'm not worried about anyone left alive... and I've completed my final investigation just yesterday.
"Why did (PROT) scream those names and then throw three GLASS sheet pans on the floor and then pull a knife after her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she became another person that was not the one on the porch, or in the kitchen when I walked in?" This is an intriguing quesiton, and it is one that the local fuzz seems disinclined to pursue. However, I know why.
Because, I investigated. What do you want to know? No one down here is following the rules. They're fucked no matter what happens to me, and I can't possibly stay in this town any longer after what I have seen.
These people are stupid. And I caught them all. If they knew it all, they'd probably be eating their guns already. TONIGHT. IN TWO HOURS.
But as long as they don't blame Grapefruit, I'm good. No one even knows who she is, and that's a good thing, because she really fucked hings up by declining to answer my questions and simply assuming I would not let her down. I don't think she knew how far I was wiling to go, however.
I don't mean for this to sound like an extortive manuever, I just mean to say: I know quite a lot. And no one seems to bother asking me questions... except you. And the judge, telepathically, who wanted to let me know that he thinks I'm cute, and I'm likely to be happy with the outcomes for all. Now, I could be imagining all of this, that's for sure. I probably am.
However, i'd rather have Grapefruit watch me get raped by the judge and her brother simultaneously than hear her whining about fucking anything until this is resolved. Seriously, I just can't even. What did she think was going to happen? Well, for starters, she thought I wasn't going to find out that she killed my friend who came to find out why I was wasting my time with SHAWKLAN instead of, like, anyone else. It was a good question.
So, of course, instead of actually asking me, they also lied to me and tried to jerk me around and ended up trying to actually order a paid hit. JESUS. WOMEN. What the fuck?
I can see why people turn to exclusive cock love sometimes. Me, probably not. However... look, we'll talk about it. It's interesting.
CAIN DID NOTHING WRONG. -Q.
Best wishes & warmest regards,
K
