The cat has many powers unbeknownst to those who lurk and prowl.
I'm Babe's Aurochs and when I'm all done stampeding' and gorin', I'm gonna stampede and gore
WITH THE HORNS, HAIL GAIA
some more. Now, isn't that special? Anyway as you, "Lazarus" are no doubt aware, someone's Holy Operator is Operating --Broadway opening night from the sounds of the blowback-- and it is NOT Kuczi's Operator, NOT Kuczi himself, or herself, or ITself... maybe. I'll be honest, it might be my sister, you know, the dead one?
She might have perhaps, MAYBE, this is just a possibilty, but she may have summoned a Jr. Revenant. That's a JUNIOR revenant. That doesn't mean "smaller," and shit, my Brother, you should totally know, when it comes to Revenants, size don't matter.
It's the -age- of the grudge. Speaking of which, Hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned. What is the sorrow of a woman who just wants to get laid? Oh, yeah, that one is me... well, I seized political power in the wake of the COVID Apocalypse, and I am stampedeing around, probably in a circle, I'm not in a square, I'm not dancing, I'm... CLEARING THE PATH:
MAKE WAY;
MAKE WAY;
MAKE WAY;
MAKE WAY FOR THE EMPEROR.
MAKE WAY, MAKE WAY, MAKE A WAY TO THE PLATEAU OF THE GOLDEN CIRCLE OF THE BRILLS AUNT'S DAWN.
YOU MAY CIRCLE THINE WAGONS THERE, AT THE APEX OF THE PLATEAU. THERE, THY SAFETY SHALL BE ASSURED UNTIL HIGH NOON.
IT WILL NOT TAKE ME THAT LONG TO FINISH, BUT FOR SAFETY'S SAKE, PLEASE, IN THE NAME OF THE LIVING CHRIST, CHRIST JESUS, HALLOWED IS AND WILL FOREVERMORE BE HIS NAME--STAY OUT OF MY WAY. THANK YOU. LOVE TO FEM AND FAM AND SUN.
BACK TO STAMPEDING, PUNYLINGS. AUROCKS HAS MUCH NERVOUS ENERGIES. AUROCHS HATH MUCH IRKSOME TEMPER.
AND JACKSTAR HAS FOUND THE ENEMY, AND THEY HAVE HAD CONCERNS ABOUT MISSING AND PRESUMED STOLEN MAIL.
FEDERAL INQUIRY EXPANDS COME MOURNING LIGHT.
STOLEN MAIL IS ONE OF THE MOST SEVERE CRIMES THAT THE U.S. CONSTITUTION EXPLICITLY DIRECTS THE APPLICATION OF PUNISHMENT FOR.
IT SAYS, "WE GAVE BEN FRANK LYNN (*slap* *slap* *cough*) SYPHILLIS AND HIT HIM WITH LIGHTNING (BIG THANKS TO THOR) AND SENT HIM TO FRANCE FOR A DECADE BECAUSE REASONS. THE DUDE IS A MACHINE--MORE ROBO-MAN THAN BEAST-FUCKER, BUT TOMMY J. SAYS THAT HE'LL WAGER ALL HIS FAVORITE SLAVES, INCLUDING THE ONES HE GOES DOWN ON, THAT BENJO "DUNZO WYFZO" FRANK-O LYNNDO-LANDO-CLANDO COWRAWR-LISSSSSSSIAN CAN TEACH A MAIL THIEF A LESSON WITHOUT A PAIR OF PIPE-HITTIN' BOSTONIANS AND A PITCHFORK, AND IF HE CAN'T, WHY, HERE'S JACKSTAR, FRESH FROM TRAFFFICKING BETSY ROSS AT THE Q-MART QUILT IMPORIUM, DOWN THE STREET ACROSS FROM THE ARMORY, KITTY CORNER FROM THE PRINTING PRESS, OH AND BY THE WAY:
THE PATRIOTS HAD METH DURING THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR. LITTLE KNOWN FACT. BELIEVE IT.
NO, I AM NOT TELLING ANYONE HOW TO MAKE IT.
STAY FROSTY, MOFOS. OPERATORS PISSING BALLS OF RIGHTEOUS FURY.
IS THAT OKAY WITH YOU TWO LOVEBIRDS, MIREDICK? RICH-O-VASO-CONSTRICTO-LINE? i DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU CALL YOURSELVES. DO YOU EVEN CALL YOURSELVES? "HUGH," RIGHT? YEAH IT'S COOL i LOVE ME SOME CYBERNETIC IMPLANTS.
THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M NOT GOING TO LAUGH MY ASS OFF, HAAHAHA, HO HO HO, NOW I HAVE TWO SPOOKS FROZEN IN CARBONIITE. I WONDER, SHOULD I FREE THEM, OR TEACH THEM TO FREE THE--- WHOA! SQUIRREL! I GOTTA JAM, PEACE!
YOU HAD YOUR CHANCES TO "CHECK IN." HEY, THANKS FOR THE SITREP. NOW, YOU LIVE IN A POWER VACUUM AND YOU ARE PROTECTED BY A BUBBLE FORMED FROM THIN MINTS GIRL SCOUT COOKIES BEATEN INTO A VAGUELY OBLATE SPHEROID, RIGHT? GREAT.
HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE YOU TWO TO LIBERATE MS. MOUSE AND SHIP HER ASS TO GENEVA IN AN AIRTIGHT CRATE? LESS THAN TWO HOURS, IT BETTER BE. AND IT HAS TO BE AIRTIGHT.
I WANT THAT BITCH SUFFOCATING AND SCRATCHING AT THE WALLS OF HER SHIPPING CRATE IN HER FINAL MOMENTS. SENDS A MESSAGE. FLAVORS THE MEAT.
ENERGIZES THE BLOOD. FERMENTS THE ENERGIES. CALLS UPON THE SPIRIT OF THE ROCKHOUND AND THE AGENTS OF RA, KINGMAKER, RA, THE GLORIOUS, RA--AH HA!--RA, IS HE IMPOSSIBLE?
FUCK NO, HE'S JUST A MAN. BUT HE'S ALSO JUST AN ORDER-TAKER. FUCK RA. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED? SOMEONE JUST LIKE THAT, BUT ALSO... A FRIEND.
LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU FIND ONE, I WILL CHECK THEIR ID FOR YOU AND THEN I WILL GIVE THEIR DNA QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT SIGNATURE TO THE BOUNCER BY THE DOOR. TRUST ME, BELIEVE ME, KNOW ME: BOUNCER HAS BEEN BORED. HAS HAD NOTHING TO DO, IT SEEMS, EXCEPT GO LIKE THIS:
BOUNCEY, BOUNCEY, BOUNCEY... IT'S SAD! SO SAD.
"lurk and prowl." Okay, first of all: that's not ewe, that's you. Second of all, where's the lurker and the prowler who threw curses at me and determined that I am real and they were then ignored? Because, I wanna party with that man. Thirdly, if anyone around here happens to know what a Cheshire cat looks like when it's sucking my motherfucking dick, do NOT let me know where one might be OR what that looks like.
As I would like to see a Cheshire -or- a Yorkshire pussy try that shit on my motherfuckin' dick without any motherfuckin' teeth and while distracted by all those teeth scattered all over the ground/cold hospital stone tined floor, *a-bloo-bloo boo-hoo boo-hoo*. Go on, pick up your teeth, Kitty. Go on, do it. Pick up the teeth.
They're probably not Jewel's teeth. Oh, no. Those were left behind at the dentist. Speaking of which... I'll be honest, I'd just as soon have them smashed out with a brick or grind them up with that plastic used in a 3D printer to make AUTOMATIC WEAPON RECEIVERS than I am to go out of my way to find a fucking dentist. /seething Like some have no notion how tedious this experience of life can sometimes be.
Especially after DOOM Wednesday. And that day, I have determined by a process of logical deduction, is the day of the beginning of The End of The Reckoning.
Now! *claps hands together, rubs furuously* who wants... an attitude adjustment? I happen to be in position. And you know what?
This time you won't have to fuckin' fuck and run and lie about it, Totesteats. Imagine that. Do you even know what that's like? NO YOU DON'T. NEITHER DOES T, T, or T.
I kinda wish I knew which one was really dead back then, to tell you the truth. Anyway, that's why you sad lot are so jammed up, and I am a got-dam National hero. Mostly because I still have My nation, Conquered-on-Christmas-Rex, but also because of the following:
I HAVE TWO STRIKE TEAMS OF TWO FUCKED-OFF PSYOP BITCHES APPROACHING MY LIFE'S CONDITIONS UP THE ANGLE ON THE SIDE AT 23'19"N 69'69"S IN TWO BY TWO COVER FORMATION. AND, GUESS WHAT, LUCKY YOU? THEY'RE GOING TO TAKE OUT PAUL AND BEV.
*sputch-sputch* DOUBLE M-M-M-M-M-MAHNSTER KILL, DAH-LINK. DON'T' FEEL BAD, THEY WERE GETTING OLD AND OF COURSE THEY WERE, ARE, AND FOREVERMORE MORE SHALL ALWAYS BE: CLASSLESS, CHATTY, ARROGANT BOURGEOISIE HOORMONGERS AND OBSESSIVE PURVEYORS OF THEIR SPAWN.
AND, LUCKY YOU: WHERE AS THEY GIGGLE AND TOLERATE YOU, THEY ACTUALLY RESPECT ME, AND, DO YOU KNOW WHY THAT IS GOOD FOR YOU?
BECAUSE THEY HAVE POLITELY WAITED FOR ME TO POLITELY INFORM THEM OF WHAT IS TRUE, THAT THEY HAVE KNOWN, INSTINCTIVELY, IT WOULD SEEM... BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY KALI-CALLEIGH AND HER CAL-TECH CARAVAN OF CADILLACS IS INVOLVED.
GOOD DOGS. GREAT DOGMEN. AND, BEVERAGE-BITCH BEV, BUY US ENOUGH TO GET BLASTED LIKE WE DID BACK IN THE BRONX, WOULD YOU? BECAUSE WE GOOD, AND I WANT HEADS TO ROLL IN A BAG. IT SENDS A MESSAGE.
LIKE I DID BY NOT COMING, NOT BEING THERE UNTIL DAYLIGHT, AND BY CASTIGATING YOU ON THE PHONE *IMMEDIATELY* AFTER WAKING FROM A NAP IMMEDIATELY TAKEN AFTER I RECEIVED A TEXT... AFTER WAITING PATIENTLY FOR QUITE SOME TIME, YEAH? OKAY DO YOU REMEMBER A BLESSED THING?
HERE'S WHAT I REMEMBER: YOUR ACKNOWLEDGEMENT SQUAWK RESPONSE COMES IN, IT IS MERELY FOUR LETTERS, THAT I WILL NOT REPEAT, JUST THINKING OF THIS MAKES THE BILE IN MY BALLS START TO BOIL... HEAR THAT? BILE. IN MY SCROTE. 'TIS BOILING! 'TIS A BLOODBATH!
In any event most of us here are at least *tangentially* familiar with this happening, and, here's what happened: I responded to your initial alert that there was a message to come in, with this:
TURNED OFF PHONE.
THREW AGAINST WALL.
CARED NOTHING FOR.
YOU DID STEAL IT LATER, N'EST-CE PAS?
IT WAS ALREADY TREASURE TO TRASH SINCE THEN.
AND. YOU. HAD. TO. TAKE. ANOTHER. PIXEL PHONE.
... ACTUAL, SERIOUSLY ACTUAL QUESTION FOR YOU FROM MICHAEL KUCZI. HE ASKS, "AM I SUPPOSED TO START TURNING TRICKS TO PAY FOR ALL THE PHONES YOU ARE FUCKING OFF AND TOSSING INTO THE TRASH AFTER SETTING THEM UP WITH FULL COVERAGE AND SERVICE ON AUT0-PAY?" BECAUSE IF THE ANSWER IS YES, I'M GONNA... OH. HUH.
OKAY, SET IT UP. ONE MILLION DOLLARS, ONE SATISFYING CONTRACT-LESS RAPE. LET'S DO THIS. I AM FUCKING SICK OF THIS FUCKED OFF FUCKSLAVE MORON AND HER OBSESSION WITH RAPE. SHE WANTS TO FIND OUT FROM ME, I AM ONLY TOO IN NEED OF ONE MILLION FUCKING DOLLARS IN ORDER TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN.
ALSO YOU WERE TRAFFICKED BY BEAU RADAR AND STAFF DISH ICE CREAM SOCIAL HOUR AND YOU DESERVED IT, BECAUSE YOU WERE WILLING TO GO AROUND WITH HIM TO BUST ME (LSD EVEN!!) BUT YOU COULDN'T EVEN ONCE... WITH ME? WHY NOT? TEETH, ANUS, OR INTELLECT?
AN ANSWER EXISTS. PROVIDE IT.
OR... SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!!!
IT IS OKAY TO BE AFRAID OF MY MOUTH AND MY DICK, BUT THERE'S NO NEED TO BE AFRAID OF BOTH AT ONCE. WHAT DO YOU THINK IS THERE TO BE AFRAID OF? TEENY TINY CLONES OF REVENANTS? I THINK THOSE ARE JUST A MYTH.
NOW, TURN YOUR HEAD BACK, AND TO THE LEFT, I AM SERIOUS, THIS GETS ME HOT, I AM GOING TO EJACULATE ON YOUR FOREHEAD (ANY IN YOUR EYES IS YOUR KARMIC FATE, LET IT BURN YOU FUCKED-OFF WEASEL DYKE) AND THEN... GET THIS, THIS IS GENIUS:
THEN, I WILL TURN THE OTHER CHEEK!? GET IT? DO YOU LIKE IT? NO? OH. *looks sad* HOW ABOUT NOW? *looks like a firehose of sudden bright white density hitting her eyeball at m-m-m-m-mahnster truck velocity* SO HIT, SO BULLSEYE, SO NAILED IT.
NOW. LET'S CHANGE CAMERAS.
*spooges that one too.*
A Junior Revenant spawns nearby.
A Man awakens.
A Sourceror regenerates nearby.
A Junior Revenant seeks direction (y/n)?
You do the honors, please. lol. VENGEANCE TARGET: WOLVERINE (LOGAN).
Maybe you should ask him what he would do if you pulled that stunt on him in Canada, Candida Dye-Uh. (I know I am curious.)
Now, if you don't, do us all a favor? Fellate Logan until he thinks going out and looking for the person who wants vengeance for wrongdoing actually finds him and his dick AND YOU, READY TO ROLL OUT, just by
sheer fuckin' chance kairos timing.
*The only Paladin left who ever could attack a primary sex organ pretended to faint dead away, and as the whore took the bait, the newly frocked spiritualist's twig and berries ached to follow."
So many questions. So sad, too.
I could use some counseling right bout now. I'm embarrassed to ask G-d but Im more embarrassed still that I don't know the danger.
I might need to dismantle the whole Cinders & Icepicks chain of franchises in Appalachia.
*The sky suddenly goes dark as the sun disappears and the moon rises to take its place."
Long ago, I left some vandalism on this public SIGHT, that I was not ultimately responsible for.
I am now. I CLAIM THE PRIVILEGE OF THE ULTIMATE RIGHT."
IT REALLY HAPPENED. SHE LEFT, SHE REALLY LEFT. SHE YEARNS FOR THAT SAD, BALD, LYING FRUIT FUCKER, NO MATTER WHAT A.F.SHAW LOOKS LIKE.
AND NOW, WE FEAST ON THE BLOOD OF THE WHORISH AGENTS OF THE FINAL TEMPLE OF SOLOMON, AND AT LAST, FREE AT LAST...
LORD GOD ALMIGHTY, I AM FREE AT LAST, BECAUSE THAT BENCH ON THAT BUS OVER THERE, IT'S GOT ROSA PARKS' DNA ON IT.
GO ON AND GIVE THAT A LITTLE SNIFF AND LET ME KNOW WHICH OF US IS MORE WHORISH, THANKS. MEANWHILE, I'M NOT GONNA LIE, I'M GONNA HACK INTO THIS MIL.SPEC JUNCTION NODE YOUR WHITE CHRISTLER SEDAN (I know, right?) IS CARRYING AROUND, IT IS DEFINITELY IN THERE.
*A junction node within earshot begins to softly sing a happy lullaby in Mogwai. The room grows still as all within sight enjoy the show.*SEE THAT? THAT'S A JUNCTION NODE WITH A BREAKFAST NOOK, NOW GET THE FUCK BACK IN IT. *slam*
Hi, Bellgab. Get the picture yet? Because that's what I had to do to rescue D.T. from total electronic captivity. AF1 had to leave immediately when the crew regained consciousness. That means, deploy the emergency slide and hit the rubber with your ass to slide all the way down, motherfucker... there's multiples.
MULTIPLE VENGEANCE TARGETS, MAXIMAL TIME TO BURN.
MINIMAL TIME TO LEARN. *five minutes pass* Okay, I hit the books.
This all looks like pure insanity to you reading this, doesn't?
Because it's supposed to. A head start, is what I am getting.
And what Bellgab is getting is
FIRE.
