You weren't thinking.
Oh, and, by the way, you don't seem to remember something important. I am going to remind you.
Over a year ago, after The Court handed themselves a six-month continuance, I announced publicly the following committment:
"Time for to start my drug binge."
The entire time, I really have not been "binging." It might seem that way to a lightweight.
I am no lightweight. And because I saw this coming, I knew what would happen: I would eventually *have to be forced to stop.*
The reason for is wholly because of GF's sensibilities. I wished for her to be able to in denial, fully. "Jack has the problem, not me." I wanted this because at a crucial moment in time, I will simply... *snap* be using "responsible" again. It has a little to do with The Cusp Of Prophecy.
Now, in no way did I ever imagine that Anyfruit was gonna NOT do dope. She IS dope. She BREATHES dope. She LOVES dope.
And, if she had been HONEST about her dope, as well as everything else, it would have been different. However she had not been able to tell me the truth since approximately 2019. Maybe 2018. I would say it was tragedy, but it wasn't, it was really cool. Long term abuse of stimulant drugs carries with it significant long-term consequences. Just ask KMM... if one can. You know her, right?
You do not. No one does, at present... she got ACTIVATED and UPGRADED. Big time. And I have no idea where she came from. No idea where she is going. No idea how someone born on The Cusp of Magic can do the things she can do.
No idea how she was mind wiped and dominated by Certain individuals. I don't really need to know these things, right? For example, I don't know if she needs to go to prison. She's *already* in prison. That's alright with me.
I am not in charge of putting people in prison. Today. Tomorrow is a special holiday. After that, I just... have no way of knowing.
But I know this: she's a full-on, thinkin'-she-is-all-that, bust-you-in-the-parkin'-lot NARC. I had suspected this for, oh, basically teh whole time knowing here. And, for reasons one might not expect... .I loved that about her.
Because she busted someone's ass, and they did not expect it, and I had nothing to do with it, and no one expected that. It is so assumed by all that I seek advantage in relationship. My good Oddfellows (and Jaclyn!), I do not seek relationship.
These days... relationship seeks me. And I have become exceedingly good at gettitng the most out of them.
FOR EXAMPLE!!!! Allegedly, I have been in a... production, let us say! Ooh! Was I any good? (I was fair.) Now, why was this done? Someone couldn't measure their impulses for control. (Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?) This can be and often is (I want to pinch my own nipple really hard. I don't ever remember wanting to like this. The left one. Over my heart.) a consequence of stimulant abuse. (I have no real desire to have physical sex with anyone right now.) And the reason why she is my friend, is because she is, and even though she is also a tipartite being.... I think only two out of three are not raging pissed at me now.
She was under the impression that the law worked differently than it does. She was also under the impression that she got to break the law. I guess she does.
I prefer that I get to follow the law. She does not. She *must* obey it. That's why, when she became suddenly enthusiastic about trying to have a "relationship" with me, I knew that it was not real. Well, I mean, it was real, but it was not an authentic attempt.
Someone tried to wake her ass up, and did it wrong, and the penalties they will face will be most severe. Once again, covert military asset. Not as well trained. Not at all over me. That's too bad.
And this is who I was set up to be developing a "relationship" with. Apparently you all thought I knew nothing. I knew pretty fuckin' well what she was: thinking she was relevant.
Well, only in the sense at that point that she had already been making colossal blunders already... by main street terms. For example I saw her: ask me for meth, then later claim that she didn't. Undoubtedly this chicee=k may.
I, on the other hand, upon realizing that Certain People must have thought they had enough evidence to be persuasive., realized that, wow, they took the whole baited salt lick. For Grapefruit had really upset me. She invaded my privacy and used my words against me. Not in a court of Law. She was clearly trying to get me up to jam METGA Jam level.
Because I violated her consent and "raped" her. Not really though. Technically, it would depend. They could have a trial sure, but it wouldn't help. She does, on a fundamental level, blame me for everything bad that has happened to her every since she was trying to push me around--
because, like, she thinks she's a cop. No, she is a fucked-off coke whore and they thought they could use the MK-Ultra program like they used everyting else.
THEY CREATED A MONSTER. HAVE FUN STORMING THE CASTLE!And now: a word on Fair Use in this case. HERE IT COMES... I'LL SAY ANY GODDAM WORD I LIKE ABOUT THAT WOMAN, BECAUSE FOR THE MOST PART, SHE AND I ARE COOL.
FAIR
MINE.
Shad-dap.
p.s.: If I am moved by spirit to do so... *snap* we move.
p.p.s.: Why talking abut Mickey Mouse again? Well, it's like this: as near as I can tell, she's cuffed in the back of a prowler and not likely to get llke out and alohohl. How did this happen? I have no fucking idea. She's insensible on the best of days. I'm not working with her. we're not intimates.
I'm her actual friend and she's scared. She's afraid everyone will know what she did wrong. lol. Well, she remembered me when she needed to, so, that puts her out ahead. She's not calling. She probably gettin' slammed by some paladin-esque P.I.G. who isn't me.
Why she went anywhere and why she told me and why this and why that, well, why because... there's a bunch of clandos runnign around tonight, and unlike other people who clone phones and triangulate.... this woman rarely does that, and actually, does it for different reasons, ones inscrutable to me.
I don't need to penerate her secrets. I have way too much infromation about her. And, she's a runaway covert military asset now. She's off her meds, off her nut, off her tracks and rails and she's about to have a panic attack in the back of a police car where she is handcuffed and thining about that movie with that woman who kicks the window out of the back of the Crown Vic.
You know the one. I do not. I haven't seen it. But you know what I have seen? A lot.... like, a lot, of broken and fucked-off formerly covert military assets.
It must be my haircut. G'night, every body!
