Exposing Jackstar

[AZZERAE]

this entire time, you have a been placing OpFors against me.

Lets go ahead, snap our fingers, and jump right in to Dreamland; supposing that was true. What business would it be of yours who I place as obstacles in your path? And why would I head hunt and gather together rogue mercenaries and muhajideen all for the sake of nailing you to a metaphorical Calvary?

Well, for a price, of course. Only a fool devotes their time to the haemorrhage of capital, volunteering their time to comfort the lepers and rescue vermin. And gratitude is, after all, an illness suffered by dogs.

Opposition is important to your cause. If you have no one to point the finger at and say, "That's the bad guy," you have no case.

So. Cut me a cheque tomorrow, because I made you matter tonight.

You have engaged in dealings with scads of other fraudulent people

My initial inclination is to pose the question, "Why not?".

Like, who are you, bro? You literally lobotomised yourself with crystal methamphetamine, and you got no one else to blame.

Don't call my phone with the breathless hollering and the I saw mops dancing. You get some sleep, quit rockin' them Filas, and quit giving youngsters who enact petty theft HIV Aids.

Its not cool. Outie.

[AZZERAE]

You know what, here's an idea: I'll just go to sleep and you can go back to whatever it is that you would like to do, and I will remind you that I am still surrounded by an Overwatch that does nothing for me but do its autistic-utmost to throw obstacle after obstacle in my way, to slow my progress, and end any semblance of profitability that my efforts might well produce.

Tell me, what does progress look like from where you're sitting?

Because right now you're utterly incapable of doing anything other than rambling on about how hard you have it, with your little Special Needs Trust and your vow of poverty, and how Grapefruit did this or Grapefruit did that.

Like honestly bro. If anyone worth anything in any capacity around you had any sense at all they'd be encouraging you to move the fuck on and leave that cripple in the past, where she belongs.

Its not doing you any favours, perseverating incessantly about what she may or may not be doing out there in the galaxy with her apparent Pleiadian kin.

Wasn't she also involved in water spirit witchcraft? That's bad news with a capital B...Be glad you're rid of that kak.

[Innerreach]

[Jackstar]

Tell me, what does progress look like from where you're sitting?

I've been ready to go as soon as the first qualified assistance arrives. Clearly there is something holding them back. Ideally, someone knocks on the door --or somehow the phone works again. It would seem clear to me that it is desired that I am stuck here--and to be perfectly honest, I don't care about any of your urgency, you and your stupid bitch of a girlfriend, who is not Dari D, she's Dari (PROT), God, you're both so fucking stupid, (PROT), just shut the fuck up and you would get a lot farther along.

I do not what you and your stupid cunting whore of a wife wants. You are fucking someone else, you are lying to everyone about what you are doing and who you are doing it to, and, I don't care. Your life is your own concern. You are delusional to act as though I owe you anything, or that I need to respond to your false urgency... exactly who do you think you are?

Save it for your blog. It's not important to me, what you do: what is important to me is what I do. And it is not important to me that you agree, or have a say, or take a vote, or get a heads up when you think you need an update... it just doesn't matter.

You are hiding your activities behind a veil of lies. Go ahead. If you wish to avoid detection, I would suggest you actually do that, rather than bark orders at me like I am a sheep killing demand. I say this with all due gravitas: I am not for one such as you to take oversight of. You have been here for as long as I have been, and it seems like you imagine that casting spells on my heard ware makes any difference to me.

YOU do not give commands to me. YOU can do that to there people. YOUR PROBLEMS ARE NOT MINE.

Because right now you're utterly incapable of doing anything

I don't answer to your incessant whining.

other than rambling on about how hard you have it, with your little Special Needs Trust and your vow of poverty, and how Grapefruit did this or Grapefruit did that.

       

Your lies are laid bare for any to see. You need a nap.

Like honestly bro. If anyone worth anything in any capacity around you had any sense at all they'd be encouraging you to move the fuck on and leave that cripple in the past, where she belongs.

Dude you're the one fucking the cripple, you don't even know you have LB there and Grapefruit and her real husband are 500 light years away. (Hey the ai bleeds a lot of data.) YOU are in no position to tell me where to go. You don't even know where I can go now. You aren't even asking, you're just opening your opinion hole and spitting out what ever comes up; and you just lost your communication platform.

5aam not the only person showing Ken doll. Its not doing you any favors. I still will persevere in what I am actually doing which is complication, I didn't know that. I don't remember you hipping to explain messages.

They are outnumbered. I have no nothing t do with your shit. I haven't heard anything of your plans, and I don't care what I hear. I am not waiting on you, and you would do better to volunteer.

You would do even better to stop pretending you are a short, African body-blow expert. You are doing exactly what you accused me of, instead of coming here they were picked up, instead of letting them go you paying them your own attentions, and, this is my area.

You have lost your focus, David, and I will reminder you were are her.
                                                         
                                                                                                   

Wasn't she also involved in water spirit witchcraft? That's bad news with a capital B...Be glad you're rid of that kak.

I don't know what this is. It doesn't look like anything to me. You seem to be an expert in getting suttee for a few Vite.
He was living with pancreatic cancer, which is the most boring way to die. Just face it, you're him and you couldn't leave the way open for anyone, because you're a narcissist. Escape through any means necessary.

No odor was detective.  No curtains are ready. When does she feel the next time to go? Here's a good idea: she must want to use the tattoos for an advantage.

And, there's a pig.

Well, for a price, of course. Only a fool devotes their time to the hemorrhage of capital,

I DO NOT ANSWER TO YOU, DAVID.

WE ARE NOT CHANGING A. RONDS FOR THIS. w

Like, who are you, bro? You literally lobotomized yourself with crystal methamphetamine,

Answering your questions has been a huge test of time. You should find sortieing boring.
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and you got no one else to blame.

Well I suppose I could blame Art -- he started playing here a whie ut iii

Don't call my phone with the breathless hollering and the I saw mops dancing.

 You get some sleep, quit rockin' them Filas, and quit giving youngsters who enact petty theft HIV Aids.

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this is not a good use of my resoures.

[Jackstar]

What business would it be of yours who I place as obstacles in your path?

This is the most insipid thing anyone has ever written.

[Jackstar]

[A.I.D.S.]

Why is this even a thing? Fuckin' send us to a fuckin' test place, duh, I don't even give a shit, I'm not having shitloads of shit, the fuckin' thing is fuckin' cured anyway.

Maybe you don't hear about the real thing in your little nursery room romper room. I'm skeptical. I don't think you're on top of things here.

You just jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelly. You jam, boo.

you camouflage your wounded ego with freshly excreted bullshit

Gross just gross. Do I scoop it up out of a bully litter box, or the toilet, or what? My ego isn't even wounded. In fact, I don't think I even have any kind of an ego at all!

What a difference a whirled makes. You seem hurt. Why so salty? Hang on I want more meat.

. And I'm a Bullshitter myself...And you know what they say about Bullshitters? You can't bullshit a Bullshitter.

What are you here, like, fifteen fuckin' years old? You are no fun. I don't know what "they" say. I haven't seen any "they" in months. In fact, I don't get to see any "they" at all! You're so goddam hyper-sensitive. You know what you need? *brings out old battle-axe* Sultry.

You see, the real problem is I think, therefore I'm dangerous.

Jesus. You must be really fuckin' high AF. You are on too many drugs of too many flavours. You are looking at what I write through a lens of distortion that mak... SQUIRREL! Let's change rodents.

There are living things... in side the house... making a home. I hear them, making noises.

You have done nothing useful for me. Y u were not helpful? Is it because you're a bilirubin? Tell you what, go take care of your life, and stop bothering me with your stupid questions.

I never did quite grasp the napkin on the lap thing until I ruined both my pair of butter Nikes, and the Pelle Pelle sweater to match. I was in all white; and had heard that Supreme was toyi-toyiing with the idea that they'd branch off and begin manufacturing bespoke Ku Klux Klan robes in American Samoa-- Talk about being inclusive! Bending that far backward has gotta leave a crick in the neck.

But you wouldn't know anything about that. Would you?

I have very little interest in what you are posting about here.

You are not any concern of mine, nor is the trouble you are having with unruly forum posts or whatever, anything that interests me. You whining and bitching that I don't follow your orders? So what? I am not going to. I do not obey you. You can find something else to solve.

Dude, what the fuck forever. You are exceptionally unwieldy when trying to manage yet another instance of the dilemma of what do with the wind shear drag of the another wife challenge. You don't need a wife. You need a nap, piss off.


You have been a waste of my time that it took to make thesis statements. No one cares about your river.

[Jackstar]

Tell me, what does progress look like from where you're sitting?

Leaving town with the first qualified person to show up and leaving you all behind.

Because right now you're utterly incapable of doing anything other than rambling on about how hard you have it, with your little Special Needs Trust and your vow of poverty, and how Grap ;Defruit did this or Grapefruit did that.

You know nothing. Grapefruit is presently in Arizona. You don't even know who or what has happened. You don't even know who I will call when I leave the city limits and you also don't know what will happen then.

Allison is not who you think she is and neither is Grapefruit.

I am not under any judgement and i don't choose to be here when the neighbors are swept.

Like honestly bro. If anyone worth anything in any capacity around you had any sense at all they'd be encouraging you to move the fuck on

You are an idiot and you sound even dumber. I've already “moved on,” and, here’s an idea: who are you to interfere with my life, my livelihood, and my relationships? You need to step off, you ignorant pussy bpitch.

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Its not eoing you any favours

I am weary of your constant misindentificion.
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You literally know nothing about what is happening. And you empty early. Also, you still never get over showing other men's relationship’d.

The secret doctor is brig. I did not rape brig. I did not know she ever thanked I-Ching–thing-¥

[AZZERAE]

I don't answer to your incessant whining.     

Its a curious turn of events, bearing witness to your categorically undiplomatic couching of my actions as something other than they really are.

And what's most amusing is you used to do it convincingly.

Let's just say its been a long, long time since you qualified as human.

[AZZERAE]

You are not any concern of mine, nor is the trouble you are having with unruly forum posts or whatever, anything that interests me. You whining and bitching that I don't follow your orders? So what? I am not going to. I do not obey you.

For the lurkers reading this here post: you should see how he gobbles down on my dick in private!

None of this Azzerae, you're the Devil type shit.

Its all hot air anyway. And you do it with too much teeth.

[AZZERAE]

I DO NOT ANSWER TO YOU...

Then why are you answering me?

[AZZERAE]

You know nothing.

Well! That's a matter of opinion. I'm about to tell you a lot of things that are going to make you uncomfortable and piss you off.

We'll begin with an absolute. You don't know what you don't know. And there's no point in anybody - least of all me - trying to convince you of that.

I know you see it as your job to deny the reality of the situation you find yourself in. No parents, no friends, no pets, no aquaintances-- And a neighbour that isn't interested in making eye contact...Let alone conversation, with your meth-induced Schizophrenic ass.

Grapefruit is presently in Arizona.

What makes you think I needed to know that?

I tired of your incantations the minute you started forcing your overweight, crippled albino ginger ex on me. I was never interested in your pyramid scheme of shame, you faggot. Nor was I interested in you roping me into group sex with your parents.

Wherever that fake Indian is at present, at least she doesn't have to deal with your arrogance and micromanagement anymore; that I'm certain was a living hell.

You don't even know who or what has happened.

I'm not here to argue with you. I'm here to ruin your life, tie you up hog-tie style, and shit on your head. 'Not into scat,' huh? Too bad! Chow down on the fresh nuggets of my excrement...And be thankful that HIV Aids can only be passed through blood.

Oh. Uh oh. I've got hemorrhoids. And there's blood in my piss, too. All that acetaminophen abuse. Yeah. Eat shit, gaylord.

You don't even know who I will call when I leave the city limits and you also don't know what will happen then.

I'll just let you keep believing that.

You are an idiot and you sound even dumber. I've already “moved on,” and, here’s an idea: who are you to interfere with my life, my livelihood, and my relationships? You need to step off, you ignorant pussy bpitch.

You placed a great deal more importance on my presence in your life than was necessary. We're not just strangers to each other overnight.

You're a gay man in a fat, bald body. Go ahead and do more of those amazing drugs you have handy in your medicine bag. Go for the gusto.

I am weary of your constant misindentificion.

You are?

You literally know nothing about what is happening.

I know more now than I did when you were raping my psyche and sodomising my love interest. Fuck you, cuntface.

Your head resembles a cork.

[Innerreach]

Hello!

[AZZERAE]

I have very little interest in what you are posting about here.

And yet, every waking hour you pace the floors of that hovel, scritch-scratching at your chin, skulking like I owe you something.

You want to know what's insipid? Denial of the right to thrive.

Those who possess the power to offend you are legion. Your Achilles heel was handed over on a golden platter.

Frozen are you in your tracks, as well as your pitiful attempt at a dismissal. You bombed! Now quit licking your wounds, man up, and move forward.

Things are bad, and everybody knows that. They don't need me to tell them things are bad. But you sir are in over your head, and it'd be unkind of me to keep that to myself.

[AZZERAE]

the fuckin' thing is fuckin' cured anyway.

Now there's something I didn't know! Makes a change, doesn't it? From me knowing everything there is to know about anything.

So you cured the boy thief? Without antiretrovirals? What about his brother? I heard they were running a train on that girl with downs syndrome behind the bins there. Surely if you're the magician you've made yourself out to be she deserves to be free of Aids, seeing as though it was no fault of her own?

But nah, you just want to watch her shrivel into a sultana, die in the arms of a heavy set hospice nurse. You cruel, cruel bastard.

Have you no shame?

[AZZERAE]

You seem hurt.

You seem confused.

What on earth would lead you to believe I'm hurt? You should probably give your press statements a second thought before issuing them willy nilly.

I could tell you to go fuck yourself with a straight face and you'd be frolicking around, under the false impression that you're dancing with rainbow coloured elephants in tutu's blowing horns flanked by flying monkeys.

Hit the pipe any harder and you'll inadvertently loosen your grip on time altogether. Calendars were always useless for a trust fund kid, now they're downright futile.

Actually I don't care, and I'm very happy with my decision thank you and it is final, I do not want to participate in your ephebophillian group chats, nor did I ever have the desire to spitbraai a broad alongside you...Not keen on seeing your soutpiel, nor your bunghole.

GAY.