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MESSI RECVD PROMA FROMA TAMMER T. TAMMERTIME, MJCKG-g COMMANDING
« on: December 14, 2022, 12:11:50 AM »
This does not happen often, or lately at all (I guess she really was spending a year dead for tax purposes, which is HOT HOT HOT), but I just got a Confirmed(TM) Message(R)(C) from... uh, "Frank's Least Favorite Wife-In-Law, Larry's Wife, That Bitch That Larry Punched (which must have been hilarious, OMG I WANT THE VIDEO)," and it went something like this, in telepathy, but this is English on my screen at least: "That's an elegant solution.":


Something like that. It didn't type well here. An alarm went off and my hand started tingling and my back started screaming and I'm hunched over my "computer table" haha, I'm like that Greek myth with the eagle digging the liver out of the g*y's back, have you heard that one yet? "Doctor Everything Is Going To Be Alright, I Asked To Be Raped, I Got Raped, Shrug, Just Kill Me Now, Spare Me The Tax Liability" sounds like a bit much even for a working title, and let's face it, most Greek myths do involve a man being bent over a table while a bird of prey digs something out of his back (raw-rrR! Matey!), but this one shows promise. Like I said: let's face it.

"An elegant solution." (x-ticon) THere was some kind of emoji with it. I don't have that kind of brain-implant, so I didn't get that part. (I designed and built my own custom solution for a mind/brain fiber trunk implant, not by myself, but with the help of my Elephant Spirit Totem, and yeah, have you ever heard of a Native American with A GODDAM ELEPHANT on his Spirit Totem before? That's right, you haven't. Not many elephants in America, baby. It's pretty just my trunk, really, but it's like this: flexibility counts.)

Hayzelle didn't buy it either. Why would she? You took the #25 Dickstar Juice away, Moron, she never even got a gimplse of -real- action. No wonder all these girlfriends of the past are coming back to line up around.... I'm so badass, so big and bastardly, they got me powered by Nutella. She's rolling. She's eating this up with DOUBLE SPOONS AND KNIVES.


"An elegant solution." So, does S.B. have The Wedding Fork, or does S.P. have it? You're gonna want that Wedding Fork, I can assure One.

(1) Wedding Fork. It was STOLEN.
(1) Google Pixel 6. It was STOLEN.
(1) #Authentic Sourceror's Wedding Necklace. It was NOT STOLEN, and has been RETURNED. (Good Baby. /give all biscuits.)


I know I'm happy. But am I elegant? You decide. DO NOT JUDGE. NOT IN THE MOOD. DECIDE. ELEGANT? NO? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! YOU IGNORE MY PHONE AND MAKE IT SPAZ OUT FOR TWENTY YEARS, UNTIL SUDDENLY, YOU WANT ME TO STOP... WRITING? lol.

Darling, out of the two things I will never do, one is that I will never stop writing that I love you, and the other is loving you. Sure, I take it back, you don't have to stab him in the calf with a knife and bleed him out... BUT I HAVE TO CARVE OUT HIS LIVER AND EAT IT RAW, WITH YOUR KNIFE, AND MY FORK, AND HERE'S WHY:


That is not your Wedding Fork. THAT IS MY WEDDING FORK. AND I WILL SERIOUSLY TAKE THAT GODDAM FED FUCKHEAD, THAT ARROGANT FRISBEE-FUCKIN' AND FLYIN' D-BAG, RIGHT THE FUCK OUT. AND, HERE'S HOW I AM GOING TO DO IT: I'm going to let his mommy talk to his wife.

Believe it. He's fucked. Xoxox kisses!

tl;dr: okay then. I guess "she's" alive. ho ho ho. now I have a... "delusionary persecutory complex with hallucinatory presentations"? Help me out here, Bellgab. Because Kuczi is not kidding. ACTUAL MURDER IS ON THE TABLE, BISHP. (I am -really- pissed about losing MY Wedding Fork, and it's not even a stapler. It's a big deal. I'm going to shove golf balls up his ass until they shoot out his nostrils like a Thai hooker's twat, and don't you think I can't do it... just wonder if whether or not I even have. (SOURCE: S says "Yes.") I SEE MYSELF WINNING THAT BARBET, L.

Re: MESSI RECVD PROMA FROMA TAMMER T. TAMMERTIME, MJCKG-g COMMANDING
« Reply #1 on: December 14, 2022, 12:33:04 AM »
This does not happen often, or lately at all (I guess she really was spending a year dead for tax purposes, which is HOT HOT HOT), but I just got a Confirmed(TM) Message(R)(C) from... uh, "Frank's Least Favorite Wife-In-Law, Larry's Wife, That Bitch That Larry Punched (which must have been hilarious, OMG I WANT THE VIDEO)," and it went something like this, in telepathy, but this is English on my screen at least: "That's an elegant solution.":


Something like that. It didn't type well here. An alarm went off and my hand started tingling and my back started screaming and I'm hunched over my "computer table" haha, I'm like that Greek myth with the eagle digging the liver out of the g*y's back, have you heard that one yet? "Doctor Everything Is Going To Be Alright, I Asked To Be Raped, I Got Raped, Shrug, Just Kill Me Now, Spare Me The Tax Liability" sounds like a bit much even for a working title, and let's face it, most Greek myths do involve a man being bent over a table while a bird of prey digs something out of his back (raw-rrR! Matey!), but this one shows promise. Like I said: let's face it.

"An elegant solution." (x-ticon) THere was some kind of emoji with it. I don't have that kind of brain-implant, so I didn't get that part. (I designed and built my own custom solution for a mind/brain fiber trunk implant, not by myself, but with the help of my Elephant Spirit Totem, and yeah, have you ever heard of a Native American with A GODDAM ELEPHANT on his Spirit Totem before? That's right, you haven't. Not many elephants in America, baby. It's pretty just my trunk, really, but it's like this: flexibility counts.)

Hayzelle didn't buy it either. Why would she? You took the #25 Dickstar Juice away, Moron, she never even got a gimplse of -real- action. No wonder all these girlfriends of the past are coming back to line up around.... I'm so badass, so big and bastardly, they got me powered by Nutella. She's rolling. She's eating this up with DOUBLE SPOONS AND KNIVES.


"An elegant solution." So, does S.B. have The Wedding Fork, or does S.P. have it? You're gonna want that Wedding Fork, I can assure One.

(1) Wedding Fork. It was STOLEN.
(1) Google Pixel 6. It was STOLEN.
(1) #Authentic Sourceror's Wedding Necklace. It was NOT STOLEN, and has been RETURNED. (Good Baby. /give all biscuits.)


I know I'm happy. But am I elegant? You decide. DO NOT JUDGE. NOT IN THE MOOD. DECIDE. ELEGANT? NO? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! YOU IGNORE MY PHONE AND MAKE IT SPAZ OUT FOR TWENTY YEARS, UNTIL SUDDENLY, YOU WANT ME TO STOP... WRITING? lol.

Darling, out of the two things I will never do, one is that I will never stop writing that I love you, and the other is loving you. Sure, I take it back, you don't have to stab him in the calf with a knife and bleed him out... BUT I HAVE TO CARVE OUT HIS LIVER AND EAT IT RAW, WITH YOUR KNIFE, AND MY FORK, AND HERE'S WHY:


That is not your Wedding Fork. THAT IS MY WEDDING FORK. AND I WILL SERIOUSLY TAKE THAT GODDAM FED FUCKHEAD, THAT ARROGANT FRISBEE-FUCKIN' AND FLYIN' D-BAG, RIGHT THE FUCK OUT. AND, HERE'S HOW I AM GOING TO DO IT: I'm going to let his mommy talk to his wife.

Believe it. He's fucked. Xoxox kisses!

tl;dr: okay then. I guess "she's" alive. ho ho ho. now I have a... "delusionary persecutory complex with hallucinatory presentations"? Help me out here, Bellgab. Because Kuczi is not kidding. ACTUAL MURDER IS ON THE TABLE, BISHP. (I am -really- pissed about losing MY Wedding Fork, and it's not even a stapler. It's a big deal. I'm going to shove golf balls up his ass until they shoot out his nostrils like a Thai hooker's twat, and don't you think I can't do it... just wonder if whether or not I even have. (SOURCE: S says "Yes.") I SEE MYSELF WINNING THAT BARBET, L.

-Legend has it that-

If you read Jackstar's posts backward, they make more sense.

Re: MESSI RECVD PROMA FROMA TAMMER T. TAMMERTIME, MJCKG-g COMMANDING
« Reply #2 on: December 15, 2022, 02:18:25 AM »
If you read Jackstar’s posts backward, they make more sense.

Starfleet Regulations clearly indicate, that during any Times of War, no uncoded messages are to be sent over an open Channel, English, B4, or Samewise "S.A.M.-e” Oinker Unclefucker, bunkerfucker busterfucker, bustin’ bucket motherfuck bucket, →[].

That's it; that's the rule. “More sense.” Huh. So, does it make sense, to have more sense, more on, Moron? yes, I'm sure it does to you, Sense Abel. Sensi-caine? LIE-doe-KANE.

-Legend has it that-

Let me explain how the birth of the Magic In Broadcasting Content DElivery4, Flowerfags, Glowibabies, & Hell-pukin’ Net.Dot-Polka Dot-Matrix 3D-Printin’, 4D-Packin’, & 5D, Dairy, Deety, DD/FU Wrought’n'Writin’n’Rith-Rath Matrix, JOHN MATRIX: THE INCARNATE WRATH OF THE ONE TRUE HOLY GOD’S WRATH, WON: G-D.

WINNER’S GRAND PRIX: JACKSTAR.
SACRIFICES DEMANDED.
SACRIFICES DENIED.

THIS IS THE ACTUAL, LOVELIEST TRUTH THAT COULD EVER, EVER BE,
FOR IT WAS NOT FOR THEE, BELLGAB, THAT
I HAVE DONE
ALL OF THIS, DONE IT HAS BEEN...
NOT FOR ME, AND NOT FOR THEE.


BUT FOR THE VICTIMS OF HORRORS
UNEXPRESSED, UNDESCRIBED, & UN-CIRCUMCISED.

VICTIM: ALLISON F. SHAW, AKA: “GRAPEFRUIT ADVENTURE TIME.” FRAMED WITH FALSE EVIDENCE APPEARING REAL. FATE: UNKNOWN.

VICTIM: A. FRANK SHAW, AKA: "RAPEFRUIT, TIE “Lil’” FIGHTER.” FRAMED WITH FALSE EVIDENCE APPEARING REAL. FATE: REPLACED BY DAYWALKER KNIGHTULPA V. VOLKER.

VICTIM: JAMES-TOOTS “ROLLS ‘C.O.D.’ ROYCE” ROLLEYES, AKA: “That_Woman.” FRAMED WITH FALSE EVIDENCE APPEARING REAL. FATE: DEATH AFTER LONG PRIVATE LONG ILLNESS WITH ASSOCIATED PRESENTATION OF OXYTOCIN DEPRIVATION SYNDROME.

VICTIM: CHRISTOPHER STANLEY FOX, AKA: “CRISPIE CRISPr QT-π.” REPORTED KILLED IN HEIR STRIKE UPON IPOT HEADQUARTERS. WHOOPS: MY BAD, MAYBE? SORRY BRUH, IF I SAW HER STANDING THERE, I WOULD HAVE SEEN YOU STANDING THERE, N’EST-CE PAS? FATE: AFTER I GOT OUT OF JAIL, I KEPT SEEING HIM SHOW UP IN MY PATH, AS IF HE WERE AN ANGEL, SENT DOWN FROM HEAVEN, TO INTERCEPT ME ALONG MY JOURNEY AND TO HELP ME ALONG MY WAY ON MY PATH, AND EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME, I SAW HIM, AND I THOUGHT TO MYSELF WOW HE'S DEAD HE DOESN'T KNOW IT AND HE'S LOOKING AT ME AND HE WANTS ME TO... WELL, NOT WALK RIGHT ON BY, THAT'S FOR SURE, CYA DUDE! PEACE. IN REALITY: HE WAS A GHOST, HIS SECRET GINGERBREAD MASONIC WIFE WAS SECRETLY TURNED VAMPYR, AND AFTER A POLITE, SUFFICIENTLY CLANDESTINE INTERVAL, SHE KILLED HIS ASS, DEAD AS A DOORNAIL, AND HAULED—MONTY—HAULED AWAY HIS WHOLE KIT'N'KABOODLED STASH OF MONEY, GUNS, & MORE MONEY, AS WELL AS KIDS & MORE MONEY, AND DELIVERED IT ALL SERVED UP ON A SILVER PLATTER TO HER VAMPIRE LORD, JOHAN SEBASTIAN BACH, WHO OF COURSE, DESERVED ALL THAT WEALTH MUCH MORE THAN THE PEOPLE WHO HAD IT DID. SHE WAS THEN MADE INTO A FIXIN’N’FUCKIN’ DRUGMULE FIXER, WHERE SHE APPEARS TO WORK CEASELESSLY AS THE SAME, AND IS REPORTEDLY ONE OF MR. BOXES’ TOP EARNERS, AS WELL AS, A RAGING HARPYESQUE TOTESLEZZ SHREW—YOU KNOW, I DIDN'T KNOW ONE HAD TO GO TO COLLEGE FOR THAT, BUT THIS CHICA, SHE WENT TO GODDAM UNIVERSITY, AND MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON HER IMMORTAL SOUL. (HE TOLD ME TO TELL YOU TO GO SUCK YOUR OWN PI’S DICK, MATT “STAR” HOUSTON, BUT I LAUGHED AND SAID, NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT, CHUM—THAT'S WHAT I GOT THE SHIELDS FOR, WINKY SMILEY MARTINDALE, ALTHOUGH I WILL ADMIT, HE DIDN'T LOOK ALL THAT PLEASED TO HEAR ABOUT MY TECHNOLOGICAL SUPERIORITY OF MY RESEARCH CORPUS OVER HIS PUNYLING GENOME. WELL, HIS KIDS ARE GOING TO LOVE MY CORPUS, SO IF I EVER SEE THEM... OH YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, VAMPIRE WIFE DELIVERED THEM TO VAMPIRE LORD, THEY PROBABLY GOT MADE INTO BELT-BUCKLES. /HITCHES_UP_OVERALLS* TOO BAD, I CAN USE SOME SUSPENDERS, I MOVED ON, WHY DON'T YOU TWO JUST STOP THINKING ABOUT IT AND DO THE SAME? OH RIGHT, YEAH, SORRY, SLIPPED MY MIND ONE OF YOU IS DEAD, THE OTHER IS UNDEAD, AND BOTH OF YOU BECAME SLAVES TO THE RHYTHM OF A FUCKED-OFF DIVEBAR LIFE. “BE FRUITFUL AND MULTIPLY”? A BABY PUKED ON AISLE FOUR, NOW GO AND RESTOCK THE PRODUCE SECTION AFTERWARDS, WAGIE, SCRAM.

VICTIM: MATTHEW T. WILLIAMS, AKA: “MATTHEW T. WILLIAMS”, EXCEPT, IN CURSIVE. YOU SEE? THAT'S CLASS. NOT_CLASS: GOT PLAYED BY TWO PLAYERS WHO HE TRIED TO PLAY, BECAUSE HERE'S WHAT YOU DIDN'T SEE COMING: I SAW YOU PLAYING FIRST, I DRANK THE WHISKEY SECOND, AND THE THIRD STRIKE WAS, SUCH A FUCKING SQUARE, HE BOUGHT MY FEINT OVER THE HYPE AND NEVER EVER FIGURED OUT THAT I DID HIM A BIG FUCKING FAVOR, TOTES4REAL, OR IF YOU DID, PROBABLY FORGOT THE REVELATION BY THE BREAK OF DAWN, MARRY DAWN. DEPARTMENT OF ENERGY? YEAH, EYE, I FUCKING BET, MORE LIKE DEPARTMENT OF DOUGHS & DOES, I BET. FATE: SELLS CRYPTO. ALONE. SOUNDS LIKE FUN. LOOKS LIKE PORNO. BIG FUN, BIG PORNO: KNOW NO PORTAL.

VICTIM: ORLENE “MISSY” (PROT)-IN-A-VAN, GOING DOWN, BY THE RIVER. OPENLY SNEERED AT STONERS, SECRETLY SLUNG MAD PHAT CAPS’N’ROX (EXCEPT TO ME, THAT SHIT IS POISON AND WILL RUIN YOUR SEX LIFE, THUS IT IS WRITTEN IN THE RITES OF THE TOTESLEZ LESBEAUX AU FILLY-FOLLET. WE BECAME...) HOODWINKED INTO AN ALL-EXPENSES PAID TRIP TO FINLAND, WHERE SHE BECAME A LABOR TRAFFICKING VICTIM FOR 7 YEARS OF GROWING POT IN A CLANDESTINE NURSERY IN THE BASEMENT OF A COLD WAR ERA APARTMENT COMPLEX, SURROUNDED BY POTTING SOIL, RUBBER HOSES, AND NOTHING BUT ORAL SEX, WATERING PLANTS CHOKING DOWN COCK, AND AWKWARDLY PLAYING ONLINE VIDEO GAMES FOR SOCIAL CONTACT, UNABLE TO FIND WORK OR LEAVE THE COUNTRY WITHOUT HER PASSPORT OR BEING IMPRISONED—THOROUGHLY, MERCILESSLY IMPRISONED, DON'T MAKE SOUND AS THOUGH SHE WERE IMPRISONED IN THE COUNTRY OF FINLAND ALREADY, YOU DON'T KNOW FINNS, YOU DON'T KNOW THEIR PRISONS, AND I DIDN'T KNOW SHE LIKED SUCKING COCK AT ALL, SINCE FOR THE FOUR YEARS WE DATED ON OFF, SHE NEVER ASKED TO DO THAT ONCE, AND I NEVER WANTED TO DO ANYTHING BUT I HAD LOOKING HER EYES WHILE I CAME IN HER BOX WHILE PRAYING TO GOD THAT I WAS INFERTILE, BECAUSE WE DIDN'T WANT KIDS EITHER, BUT I GUESS SHE WANTED 7 YEARS OF ORAL SEX FROM A FINNISH POT GROWER/DRUG SMUGGLER/HER ASSIGNED SURVEILLANCE TARGET, WHICH KIND OF MAKES SENSE, I CAN SEE HOW SUCKING DICK WOULD BE A LOT MORE FUN WHILE GETTING PAID TO DO IT—ESPECIALLY IF ONE THINKS IT'S A DEGRADING & DIRTY “JOB” ANYWAY, NOT CLEAN AND WHOLESOME LIKE GARDENING AND SMUGGLING AND PRETENDING TO NOT BE A STOOL PIGEON AND/OR SNING/SNITCH. FATE: CHASED OFF BY GRAPEFRUIT PRIME, SHE CAME INTO TOWN A LITTLE WHILE AFTER CANNABIS WENT STATUS: LEGAL, DESCRIBED HER SITUATION AS “I’M HAVING INEXPLICABLE LANDLORD TROUBLE,” WHICH INITIALLY, SEEMED KIND OF ODD TO ME, DIDN'T SHE TRY SUCKING HIS DICK FOR 7 YEARS? OH, YOUR LANDLORD'S A WOMAN, HUH? WELL, THERE'S ONE PROBLEM, AND HEY, HERE'S ANOTHER: SEEMS LIKE 7 YEARS OF EATING ICE CREAM AND CHOKING DOWN PENIS AND PRETENDING YOU'VE NEVER HEARD OF MOLLY—ACTUAL STATEMENT, “MDMA? WHAT'S THAT? I'VE NEVER HEARD OF IT,” AND, IN WHAT MUST BE THE MOST AMAZING COINCIDENCE IN THE WHOLE HISTORY OF PLANET EARTH AND ITS CREATION, SHE HAD NEVER HEARD OF THE WORD “FELLATIO” UNTIL SHE HAD HOPPED ON TO A PLANE WITH A SONG IN HER HEART AND STARS IN HER EYES TO SPEND SEVEN YEARS IN FINLAND, AFTER GOING TO A ROCK CONCERT WITH ME IN SEATTLE THE NIGHT BEFORE AND WAVING GOODBYE TO ME IN A WAY THAT SHE UNDOUBTEDLY HOPED, DIDN'T MAKE HER LOOK FAT, AND IT DIDN'T, BECAUSE IT THE GOOD NEWS WAS IT MADE HER LOOK LIKE AN ORCA THAT LIED ABOUT FUCK ME DRUGS AND SUCKING COCK, BUT AT LEAST NOT A SLUTTY ORCA, EWEEE, HOW GROSS WOULD THAT BE? I DON'T MEAN DISGUSTING, I MEAN TOTAL POUNDAGE, AND ORCASLUT? YEAH I DON'T KNOW EITHER, AND SHE DIDN'T SEEM MUCH BIGGER WHEN SHE GOT BACK, SO I DON'T KNOW, AND I ALSO DIDN'T KNOW WHERE TO SCORE THE ECSTASY, SO I FOUND IT ODD THAT SHE SAID TO ME THAT SHE HAD BEEN WILLING TO HAVE SEX WITH ME BEFORE SHE LEFT FOR FINLAND—WHERE SHE ENDED UP STAYING FOR 7 YEARS, REMEMBER? AND, WHY DIDN'T I ASK TO HAVE SEX BEFORE SHE LEFT, WHILE BELIEVING SHE WAS LOOKING SAD—SO SAD? AS A TRAINED DIPLOMAT, I WAS SAVVY ENOUGH, WISE ENOUGH, AND, GOSH DARN IT, THOUGH IT WOULD HAVE BEEN A DELIGHT TO TELL HER THEN, I'VE BEEN SAVING THIS UP FOR A WHILE TO TELL HER IN PERSON ONE DAY, AND MAYBE SHE'LL READ IT HERE OR MAYBE I'LL GET A CHANCE TO TELL HER LATER BUT NOW, HERE GOES: “THE VERY LAST TIME I EVER REMEMBER ASKING YOU FOR SEX WITH ME WAS IN THE 90S AND YOU SAID TO ME THAT YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANY INTEREST IN DOING SO BECAUSE I WAS TOO FAT, AND YOU THEN POKED A FINGER INTO MY STOMACH AS IF I WERE THE PILLSBURY DOUGHBOY, AND IN THAT MOMENT, I KNEW THAT I WOULD WITNESS THE COLDEST DAY IN HELL THAT GOD HAD EVER CONCEIVED OF COMING TO PASS BEFORE I WOULD EVER ASK YOU FOR SEX AGAIN, AND THAT WOULD INCLUDE ORAL SEX, BUT THAT'S ACTUALLY SOMETHING I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD TO SPELL, TO DO, LIKE WHAT ABOUT SOME MUSHROOMS? OH YEAH, I REMEMBER: THE SMELL OF MALECOCK MADE HER VOMIT, WHICH I ALWAYS THOUGHT HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH ME. SEEMS TO MAKE SENSE, RIGHT? COME TO FIND OUT, THERE'S A SECRET US NAVY CLASSIFIED RESEARCH CHEMICAL THAT YOU CAN GIVE TO A WOMAN THAT WILL MAKE HER INTO A COMPLETE AND TOTAL TWATMOOCH MINDSLAVE, WHICH MAY SOUND IMPLAUSIBLE TO BELIEVE EXISTS, BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU I LOVE WOMEN AND I LOVE TWAT AND I THINK BOYS ARE STINKY, BUT IF A TWAT SMELLED LIKE A SEWER RAT TOOK A DUMP IN IT AND A PENIS SMELLED LIKE PUMPKIN FUCKIN’ MOM’S APPLE PIE, I'D GO GAY PRETTY FUCKIN’ FAST, THAT'S FOR FUCKING SURE. FATE: READING THIS POST IN REAL TIME AS I WRITE IT THROUGH THE INTERNET ON A SECRET SPY WEB SPYWARE CAMERA REPAIR NETWORK, JAW HANGING OPEN SWINGING WILDLY A GAPE AS YOU SUDDENLY REALIZES THE RIDICULOUSNESS OF ALL OF HER ACTIONS OVER THE COURSE OF HER LIFE... AND THAT MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, SHE COULD PROBABLY THINK OF ANOTHER WAY TO TURN A GUY ON OTHER THAN WILDLY FUMBLING AROUND AND GRABBING FOR WHAT SHE THINKS WAS HIS COCK AND USING YOUR MOUTH TO SCREAM CRITICAL WORDS AND THINLY VEILED LAUGHTER, WHICH WAS POSSIBLY A SEDUCTION TECHNIQUE SHE PICKED UP FROM GRAPEFRUIT, WHO WHEN I SAW THEM TOGETHER LAST WERE ARGUING ABOUT, OF ALL THINGS, WHIPPED CREAM, AND APPARENTLY IT WAS A BIG FUCKING DEAL. WHIPPED CREAM. IS THAT SOME KIND OF TOTESE CODE SYSTEM? WELL, WE CAN'T BE TOO CAREFUL, DON'T TELL ME HERE, THE WALLS HAVE EARS, AND GOOD GOLLY GOD DAMN THIS MOLLY ISN'T IT A SHAME THAT THE WALLS DON'T HAVE MOUTHS TOO BECAUSE I'D BE WILLING TO FUCK A HOLE IN A WALL IF IT COULD JUST MOAN FOR ME AND KEEP UP A CONVINCING FRONT, OR A FACADE OR FUCKING SOMETHING LONG ENOUGH FOR ME TO GET OFF, LIKE HOLY FUCKING CHRIST JESUS, YOU KNOW WHAT I BET? I BET SHE THOUGHT SHE THOUGHT I WERE GAY AND SHE WERE THE STRAIGHT ONE, AND SHE THOUGHT IT WAS WEIRD I WASN'T ALWAYS TRYING TO RAPE HER ALL THE TIME, WHICH, YOU KNOW, CALL ME A SILLY MAN, BUT I ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT WAS UNLAWFUL CONDUCT? C’EST NON? C’EST MOLLY MAGNIFIQUE? OH, YEAH... I FORGOT, I JUST FOUND OUT, THERE WAS THAT PERSON FROM HIGH SCHOOL WHO THOUGHT THAT I WAS IN DIRE NEED OF SOME SOCIAL MEDIA UPGRADING, AND TOLD EVERYBODY AND THEIR BROTHER AND THEIR LITTLE DOGGIES TOO THAT I WAS A PERSON WHO HATED HOMOSEXUALITY, AND BROKE UP WITH SOMEBODY FOR BEING GAY, AND HATED ON SOMEBODY ELSE FOR BEING GAY AND PROBABLY WAS SICK OF THE GAY GAME ITSELF, AND NO, COMING NO, I NEVER WAS... I SIMPLY KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING GOING ON THAT WAS NOT KOSHER, AND I RESOLVED AS SIMPLY WAIT, LIE AND WAIT IF YOU WILL, UNTIL I FIGURED OUT WHAT WAS GOING ON, AND ¡BOY¡FUCKING¡HOWDY! IS THERE I SWEAR SOMETHING FUCKING GALOSHES GOING ON? WELL, IF YOU HAVEN'T FIGURED IT OUT BY FUCKING AROUND ON DRUGS AND FUCKING BY NOW, YOU'RE PROBABLY NOT GOING TO LIKE THE ANSWER, WHICH IS: YOU EWES, YOU AND AYY, TOTALLY FUCKED UP YOUR PHEROMONAL AUTISTIC AUTISM RESPONSE BY DOING A THREE-WAY WITH BRIAN ON DRUGS INSTEAD OF ME WITHOUT, OR INSTEAD OF HAVING A LEGITIMATE CONVERSATION EVER, OR WITH THE VIRGI
TYLER TIFFANY 2: STRAWBERRY ELECTRIC BOOGALOO BLONDE BONANZA, NOW WITH RESTING BITCH FACE ON THE SIDE, ON THE TOP, ALL OVER THE PLACE. AND THAT IS TOO BAD, TOO BAD INDEED, NOW, WHERE'S MY DAILY ADVENT CALENDAR HOW LONG UNTIL I CAN LEAVE THE STATE? DEAR COWLITZ COUNTY ASSISTANT SECTION ASSHOLE COP/DEPUTY DIRECTOR OF THE MOST LOCAL JURISDICTION TO MY LOCATION: SEXUAL EXPECTATION OF POLICE EMPLOYEES BY SUPERVISORS IS ONE OF THE FASTEST GROWING ELEMENTS OF CRIME IN THE NATION, AND YOU ALL CAN'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO SEND ME ANY WHORES OVER HERE THAT AREN'T AFRAID OF ME AND START TO RUN OFF AS SOON AS I OPEN MY MOUTH AND PROVE THAT I CAN SPEAK ENGLISH? WELL, I'M NOT GOING TO LIE, THAT'S VERY FLATTERING, NOW IF YOU COULD JUST STOP STEALING MY PHONES AND SCRAMBLING THEM, WE COULD PROBABLY START COOKING WITH SOME GAS, AND SPEAKING OF WHICH THERE'S THREE PROPANE TANKS HERE, I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S IN THEM, AND I DIDN'T INTENTIONALLY BURN THROUGH ALL OF YOUR CLANDESTIN AGENTS IN THE AREA ALL AT ONE FELL SWOOP AFTER I IDENTIFIED THEM ALL WHEN THEY WALKED UP TO ME ONE BY ONE, SLOWLY WEEK BY WEEK EVERY MONTH, WHAT CAN I SAY ONE DAY I JUST GOT BORED, LONELY, DEPRESSED, AND DECIDED FUCK IT: I'M GOING TO SEND A MASS MAIL SMS MESSAGE TO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE PEOPLE AND TELL THEM THAT I KNEW FROM THE VERY FIRST SECOND I LAID EYES ON THEM THAT THEY WERE MADE. I HOPE THIS DIDN'T WE CAN YOU SLEEPING DOGS THAT WERE LYING, OR MAKE SOMETHING IS SOMETHING THAT IT WASN'T, OR BREAK THE HEARTS OF ANY SHERIFF'S DAUGHTERS, BUT... LOOK, YOU SENT DUDES TO SELL ME DOPE, AND THEY SOLD ME SHITTY DOPE, AND YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT I KNEW THAT IT WAS THE WORST DOPE MANAGEABLE, AND THEY RIPPED ME OFF AND LIED TO ME AND THEY ABANDONED ME AND FUCKED ME OFF, AND THEN WEEKS LATER I TOLD THEM ALL THAT THEY WERE TOTAL DORKS, AND EVEN THOUGH I DIDN'T TELL ANYBODY ELSE THEY ALL JUST ASSUMED THAT I TOLD SOMEBODY ELSE AND THEN THEY ALL TURNED AND GOT A SCARED AND WITH THEIR PANTS AND RAN? WELL, THAT SOUNDS LIKE SUCH A SAD STORY. YOU WANT TO TAKE SOME MOLLY AND FUCK ABOUT IT UNTIL WE GET OVER IT? OR YOU JUST WANT TO KEEP ON PLAYING WITH YOUR LITTLE “EMERGENCY?” AND NOW, THERE, RIGHT THERE, AT THE SOURCE OF THE WORD BEGINNING, I'VE PUT QUOTES AROUND THE WORD AT THE BEGINNING OF THE END IN ORDER TO MAKE IT MORE NOTICEABLE THAT IT'S A VERBATIM QUOTE FROM YOU THAT THERE IS AN EMERGENCY, AND I'VE BEEN ASKING FOR 11 MONTHS IF NOT ALMOST 12:00, ANYONE EVERYONE TO ALL PEOPLE WITHIN EARSHOT, WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING “EMERGENCY” IN THIS FUCKING TOWN? BECAUSE I HAVE A FUCKING EMERGENCY IN MY PANTS, YOU DICKLESS ’N' DICKBREATHED WUNDERKINDS. I'M WATCHING YOUR COURT TRY A CASE RIGHT NOW. IT'S ON YOUTUBE, IT'S INCREDIBLE, I LOVE LIVING IN THE FUTURE. THEY'RE DOING A DUI CASE. YOU KNOW I HAD TWO DUIS WHEN I WAS A KID BEFORE 21, DIDN'T SO MUCH START EARLY AS FINISH LATE, AND LET ME TELL YOU THESE DRAMA SCHOOL DROPOUTS ARE DOING PRETTY GOOD. ALSO, AND THIS IS GOOD, THEY ALL CAN HEAR ME EVEN THOUGH I'M HOME AND THEY HAVE TO PRETEND LIKE THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS. LOL. JUST THEN, THE JUDGE GOT ALL TENSED UP, LIKE, HIS VOICE JUST SOUNDED LIKE HIS IT ANUS JUST CLENCHED UP. PROBABLY BECAUSE IT DID. I LIKE THIS JUDGE HE'S ONE OF THE NEW ONES. YEAH I ROLLED TO THIS TOWN THEY HAD THREE JUDGES AND THEN WITHIN RAPIDS SHORT ORDER THEY ONLY HAD ONE JUDGE LEFT. AT LEAST THAT THEY WERE WILLING TO SHOW ME. THEY DON'T WANT ME COMMUNICATING WITH ANYBODY IN THIS TOWN, NOT IN THIS COUNTRY, NOT IN THIS PLANET, I AM BEING HELD IN COMMUNICADO, QUITE SILENTLY. NOW, YOU MIGHT THINK THAT'S AGAINST THE RULES, AND IT IS, BUT... SOME BIG FAT TALL FUCKING AUSTRIAN FUCK THINKS IT'S A GOOD FUCKING IDEA TO SEAL ME OFF FROM THE WHOLE GODDAM WORLD SO WE CAN HAVE HIS LITTLE FUCKING SUPER DUPER PRESENT-BABY, BABY-PRESENT. AND THEN, AT THE SAME TIME, SOME SAD FAT BALD FUCK, WHO HAS THE MONEY THE DRUGS AND THE CAPACITY TO FAKE EVIDENCE TO CONVINCE SOMEBODY WHO'S A FUCKED-OFF MIND CONTROL CHEERLEADER WITH BRAIN DAMAGE THAT SHE'S BEEN MARRIED DURING THE WHOLE TIME, THAT SHE'S HIS WIFE, HE'S RUNNING AROUND BEING A DOUCHEBAG, WHILE SHE'S RUNNING AROUND PLAYING IN THE HE'S THE BEST MAN EVER, AND NOBODY'S FUCKING BUYING IT BECAUSE THIS IS THE BEST GRASSROOTS SURVEILLANCE ANTI-COUNTER INTELLIGENCE PROBE PROGRAM EVER MADE BY THE MIND OF MAN AND THE HANDS OF A HUNGARIAN—A HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGARIAN. I'VE BEEN LIVING IN A THREE-BEDROOM FARMHOUSE ON 4.1 ACRES OF DYING DEAD CONSECRATED BURIAL GROUND LAND, SO ADMITTEDLY NOT THE MOST SCRUMPTIOUS OF DIGS, BUT I DO HAVE A LOT OF SQUARE FOOTAGE, AND ABSOLUTELY NO ONE HAS BEEN HERE WITH A TWAT THAT WASN'T A FUCKING UNDERCOVER AGENT, OR A CONFIDENTIAL INFORMANT WHO'S ALREADY BEEN BRIBED, AND THE REASON WHY, IS CUZ I'M NOT STUPID EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THING I DO UNTIL THIS GODDAMN CASE GOES AWAY IS GOING TO BE FUCKING TRACK PACKED AND RACKED, I'M SEEING FUCKING DEA ALL OVER THE FUCKING TWITTER, ALL OVER THE TWEETY IS PEOPLE WHO LOOK LIKE PEOPLE I KNOW BUT THEY'RE NOT PEOPLE I KNOW AND I WOULD JUST BE OVERJOYED TO RECONNECT WITH THEM AND TALK TO THEM AGAIN WOULDN'T I? WOULDN'T I? OH YEAH THERE WOULDN'T BE ANY KIND OF FUCKING SKETCHY KIND OF FUNNY BUSINESS THERE, I WOULDN'T BE GETTING SET UP THERE, NOW WOULD I? WELL THAT'S WHERE YOUR FUCKING WRONG, KIDDO. “BRING ME SOME FUCKING WHORES—OR ELSE!!!” HAHA, JUST KIDDING, THE CLANDESTINE AGENT WHO HAS BEEN LYING TO ME FOR 6 YEARS, WHO WAS MARRIED WHEN I MET HER, OR IS MARRIED STILL, AND IN ANY CASE REPRESENTATIVE HERSELF AS A WOMAN WHO WITH HER OPEN FACE BALDLY HANGING OUT HAD HAD TWO BABIES FROM TWO DIFFERENT BABY DADDIES AND EXPECTING ME TO GIVE MONEY, CUZ THAT'S WHAT LOVE WAS, THIS WOMAN WHO INFECTED ME WITH SPACE  HERPES AND THE TEXAS HIVVY, IS THAT PRESENT, SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD, GOING ON AND ON ABOUT HOW SHE'S MOVED ON AND SHE'S DOING FINE AND SHE DOESN'T WANT TO GO BACK, WHILE HER CHILDREN ARE BEING USED AS PAWNS AGAINST HER BEING THREATENED TO BE TAKEN AWAY IF SHE DOESN'T GO DOWN THE PARTY LINE, WHICH IS OF COURSE THAT I'M A TERRIBLY INSIGHTFUL INCISIVE AND FUCKED OFF DRUG ADDICT. HEY, GUESS WHAT? I'M NOT A DRUG ADDICT AT ALL. YOU'RE JUST REALLY BAD AT DOING SURVEILLANCE, LET ALONE READING IT, AND I'M NOT ANYTHING LIKE AN INTELLIGENCE IT WAS TRAINED AT LANGLEY, OH NO NO I DIDN'T EVER GO TO LANGLEY I JUST GOT GAS THERE WHEN MY DAD FUELED UP HIS BOAT ON PUGET SOUND. LONG STORY SHORT, TOO LONG DIDN'T READ, YOU MOTHER FUCKERS HAVE BEEN PLAYED FROM THE HILT FROM FUCKING DAY FUCKING ONE OF THIS WHOLE GODDAMN THING AND THAT WAS WAY LONGER THAN FUCKING 5 YEARS AGO THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR A WHILE AND HERE I AM HERE I STAND LOOKING AT DOWN AT WHAT YOU SIT ON AND I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT THE FUCK YOU BEEN DOING YOU'VE GOT CRIME AFTER CRIME AFTER CRIME GOING ON RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU ALL RELATED TO ME AND NOT ONE SINGLE FUCKING OFFICER HAS EVER COME TO MY FUCKING FACE AND ASK ME TO FUCKING GIVE A STATEMENT, GIVE A DEPOSITION, OR SUSPECTED THAT HE MIGHT GAIN SOME FUCKING INSIGHT INTO THE GOD DAMN WORLD AROUND HIM IF HE FUCKING TOOK THE FUCKING TIME, TO GO ACROSS THE STREET, PAST INTERNATIONAL JEWEL LEERERS, AND LISTEN TO A MAD, MAD, MAD DIPLOMAT, MAD HUNGARIAN, WHO MAD-LEE FUCKING—GOES & KNOWS, & EVERY GODDAM BODY, BUDDY: YOU RELEASE THAT SOULMATE,  BECAUSE THEY WERE THERE, THEY WERE OFFERED SANCTUARY, THERE WAS A SANCTUARY OFFER OPEN ON THE TABLE, YOU FUCKING KNOW IT, YOU FUCKING HEARD IT, AND YOU DIDN'T FUCKING TELL THEM. THE KARMIC DEBT LOAD YOU HAVE INCURRED FOR YOURSELF IN EVERY SINGLE MEMBER OF YOUR ORGANIZATION, WHICHEVER ONE THAT IS, IS BEEN TOTALED UP TO BE GREATER THAN THE SUM TOTAL CALORIE JOULES OF THE COMBINED TOTAL HEAT DEATHS OF ALL THE UNIVERSES CONTAINING THE NAMES OF PLANETS NAMED EARTH EVER SINCE GOD EVER CREATED ONE. I KNOW THAT SOUNDS LIKE A LOT, BECAUSE IT IS, WAY MORE THAN YOU THINK IT IS TOO AND YOU ARE ON DECK FOR EVERY SINGLE FUCKING BIT OF IT. LUCKILY, HOWEVER, I HAVEN'T FILED MY TAXES FOR A LITTLE WHILE, EVEN THOUGH THEY HAVE BEEN PAID THE WHOLE TIME, SO EVERYTHING WAITS ON ME TO SIGN A LITTLE PIECE OF PAPER, NOT BECAUSE YOU NEED ANY MONEY, BUT ALL BECAUSE I NEED TO TESTIFY THE FACT THAT I'VE TOLD YOU THE TRUTH THE WHOLE TRUTH AND NOTHING TO THE TRUTH ABOUT MY FUCKING MONEY, WHICH I HAVEN'T FUCKING GOTTEN ANY OF, BECAUSE I DON'T GET ANY MONEY. AND DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? BECAUSE MY WIFE GETS IT ALL. AND THEN HER VAMPIRE LORD DEA FAKE ASS FUCK HEAD FUCK HEAD HUSBAND FUCKING STEALS IT ALL, AND NOBODY HAS BEEN IN A POSITION TO REPORT THIS BECAUSE EVERYBODY KNOWS IS A FUCKING THUG CORRUPT COP, OR BEING BLACKMAILED UNDER EXTORTION AND DURESS BY THE CPS, OR IS ME, THE MOST PATIENT AND GENEROUSLY DELIGHTED OF MEN, ACCOMPANIED ON DAILY WALKS WITH JESUS, CONVERSES WITH G-D ON A DAILY BASIS ABOUT WHAT A BUNCH OF NUMB-DUMB KUCKING KUNTAY-KINTAYS, WHO FUCKING LISTEN TOO FAR, FAR TOO MUCH UNBELIEVABLE, UNBELIEVABLY unglaublich AS WELL AS FULL-ON ILLEGAL, UTTERLY UNLAWFUL, AND, KNOW: EWE SHOULDN'T BE HAVING ANY OPINION OF THEIRS AT ALL, EXPRESSED EITHER WHOLE OR IN PART, ANYTHING IN THEIR PRETTY LITTLE G-D DAMN HEAD ABOUT WHAT AN ACTUAL MAN ACTUALLY DOES, EEEWW, FUCKING. LIKE, COITUS? GROSS. SO GROSS. TOTESLEZ THOTBITCHES: LOOK, LOOK, IT'S NOT THAT YOUR “I AM LESBIAN! I AM MY BIRTHRIGHT!” IS CHILDISH IMMATURE, AND REMINISCENT OF FIGHTING IN THE ROMPER ROOM PLAYGROUND ANNEX AT LUNCH TIME OVER WHO'S WEARING THE SEXIER JUMPER AT AGE 12, IT'S THAT YOU, YOURSELF, YES, YOU: YOUR MORALS ARE COMPLETELY TOTESAMORAL, LIKE, LIKING “THE WHOLE SEX WITH WOMEN THING” AS A, LIKE, LIKE AN *EXCLUSIVE* THING? I MEAN SURE: TRAINED BY JESUS, INSPIRED BY GANDHI, AND SIMULTANEOUSLY ALL OF MY PHONES ARE TAPPED, AND FORWARDED, AND HACKED, SO ANYBODY WHO'S IN ATTRACTED TO ME SUDDENLY GETS CAST OFF AND SENT TO ISTANBUL WITH HER SOLD TO ACHMED WITH A CAMEL. FACT. THAT SHIT ACTUALLY HAPPENS. FACT. AND WHEN FUCKING GOING TO FUCKING GOONEY-GOO-GOO UP YOUR FUCKING ASSHOLE, BUDDY-GIRL GETS OLD AND TIRED ENOUGH, THE SOUL LEAVES THE BODY LEAVING A ROBOT BEHIND IN HIS PLACE AND TRAVELS TO FIND A NEW PLACE IN COOKIE WHERE I CAN GET A NEW CHANCE TO COME BE WITH ME, WHERE, PSYOP STRIKE TEAMS ENGAGE IN THE SAME CYCLE OVER AND OVER AGAIN. IT IS AS THOUGH EVERY GIRLFRIEND I'VE EVER HAD OR EVER WILL HAVE OR EVER WANTED TO HAVE IS TRAPPED IN A TIME LOOP ON THE ENTERPRISE C WHERE THEY KEEP GOING IN AND OUT OF A VORTEX OF SPACE-TIME THAT CRASHES THEM INTO KELSEY GRAMMER'S BATTLE BRIDGE, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, AND COME TO THINK OF IT, CRASHING INTO KELSEY GRAMMER'S BATTLE BRIDGE IS A GREAT EUPHEMISM FOR KIRSTIE ALLEY'S HOME VIDEOS, WHO BY THE WAY, DID NOT DIE DIE, SHE JUST CHANGED HER NAME AFTER SHE GOT A CURE FOR CANCER, BECAUSE IT WOULD BE AWKWARD IF SHE WERE FAMOUS AND ALIVE AND CANCER CURED, BECAUSE THEN EVERYBODY WOULD WANT TO BE HAVING SEX WITH 4-DAY-OLD SPOCK FOR HIS PONN-FAR AFTER  USING WHAT MUST BE A VERY EFFECTIVE SEDUCTION TECHNIQUE FOR A VULCAN, DROPPING TO HIS KNEES OPENING HIS MOUTH WIDE THROWING HIS HEAD BACK AND SCREAMING IN EXISTENTIAL AGONY. NOW, DOESN'T THAT SOUND GOOD, I SHOULD TRY THAT ONE OF THESE DAYS.

OKAY, WHAT'S NEXT? OH, YEAH. COURT.

RIGHT TO A SPEEDY TRIAL: VIOLATED.
RIGHT TO DUE PROCESS: VIOLATED.
RIGHT TO RETAIN EFFECTIVE REPRESENTATION: SEXCRIME. VIOLATED, SEXCRIME VIOLATION.
FREEDOM FROM RELIGIOUS & SPIRITUAL PERSECUTION PRODUCING AN UNDENIABLE, AT THIS POINT,  EXPRESSION OF FOCUSED, INCESSANT, UNREASONABLY FARCICAL AMOUNTS OF RELENTLESSLY INCESSANT BULLYING OF A TARGETED INDIVIDUAL (TI): NOT GOING TO LIE, AT THIS POINT—I'M BANKING ON IT.


Hi. My name is Jack, and I am a star, and what's more, I have always been a star. These tool boxes on this site, they thought that I was looking to get them to get me to be gotten promoted. When I first became aware of the impression that some here had that it was up to me to give some sort of energy or recompense in exchange for their alleged ability to enhance my social media profile, for example or my ability to walk and talk with chicks while chewing gum, or to penetrate the mysteries of the secrets of the requests for naked pictures of Bea Arthur, well, I was appalled.

Fame? (Fame!) I don't want to live forever. That already sounds like a nightmare in which my laundry pile is waking me up every morning calling my name, and unless my name is “Ivana Suckyourchoppercopperheadmastersofopsdick,” that doesn't sound good to me. Fame, that is. (Lame!) You know what sounds good to me, *.Gab? Just that, right there: Stargab. Turbo Stargab, and when I get done uplifting these bad baby bad boy bad bitches up from their bottomless depths of fucked off nightmare ghost sigh up hell, that they've been living in for oh Christ how long has it been since Bush died, well multiply that by 12:00, that's how long These People have been living in their own private version of a crystalline vision-Matrix-prison ★shape 🍒 mirrored RED universe 🍏 iPhone totesfucked cockedup totesNEXT! marriage¡hell, Hell, Hell? I HAVE BEEN THERE. HELL, that is.

meanwhile, these soft baby belly buccaneers, have been the swimming pools, been swimming with movie stars and been fucking swimming with fucking movie stars that they are fuckin’ actual,  fuckin’ fucking, and with, and let me be clear, quite Crystal clear, I am talking about having actual coitus and then fucking with that person that you're actually having coated with while you're fucking fucking around fucking whatever the fuck, you fuck know, what? Look, what the fuck are you fucking a55holes, actually fucking doing?? *ahem* Well...  a true answer, a Hemingwayesque-answer, is quite simple: ART. WE. DO. ART. (Some with style, some without, however I am at this time completely unable to either confirm or deny that any one of us does it, while actually being actually named Stile. Turn, Stile, Art. ¡Kucz Co.! !KamerON⁰ⁿ¡ Klieg Lights, installed by exceptionally skilled and yet highly inconspicuous, insufferably polite, and utterly without reason, fear, or the awareness of, either or any of the things we're saying we say... because they all know me, and if I'm sprung, they want to know what the lips look like pointed up the ceiling through her legs while she dances around those boots and that (*right hand flies to mouth, teeth I have left, biting knuckle fiercely, BY THE POWER OF MY (CENSORED), I HAVE THE PROOF: (PROT) BOINKED THE JEW’S BEANIE, I\eYe/Aye, MICHAEL CLIPPERCUSI (Really, Dude? Who, serious Who, Serious Inquiry, WHO is saying MY NAME over and over even more than I do, like a Thai hooker overdosing on battery crank + RoboCop speed, NO LIMIT with the session HOLD on my lesson HIM, KING that won't quit going downTOWN, no matter what, MATEY, I just won't stop, CHECK, until he\she\OR-it reaches the top—oh, oh dear, I remember Orit... she was so beautiful when I saw her last, playing the piano and singing with me, I couldn't tell you a single fucking thing about what makes a singer into a soprano, but I can tell you this: I wanted to fuck her to high heaven and love the life right out of her and back into her too, preferably out of her mouth and through the part above the loo. Hey, Ladies, I can barely remember, and I bet you have The Troubles Part II, and what with the seethingly sexy voice like hers that she had had for me, she damn well ought to have been getting laid, or paid, or, fucking mother, fucking Mother G-d Damn FUCK! something, or so I thought at the time. At the time, because I was too young, too dumb, and utterly, fabulously and inconceivably immature in the ways of The World Of Elevation Entertainment Business... it didn't even occur to me to ask her for her phone number, knowing as I did that one day I would completely come to dominate the entire world communication infrastructure through my powers of telepathy telekinesis and telly “I'm one sharp razor, two sharp clean jerks of the wrist, and three bald-faced fat-faced dunce-cap-headed totes in toto goddam rat-fucking goddam fucks away from Mother Kojak_Actual motherfucker, uhm...

Hey, wait a minute, who am I ready to hear? Who am I ready to hear writing to and from here?

(it is possible that it may be time to call The Bureau Of Weights And Measures. They really in fact do wield a lot of power in the Federal government.

Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers, knocking at my door, late last night and the night before, I “do” cocaine all night with Stephen King, so he was little paranoid, you know—COCAINE, ABUSE, INSECURE ABOUT THE PARANORMAL, DO YOU EVEN HAVE SHIELDS BRO? I'm his worst fucking nightmare at a house party, I'm like Ebenezer Scrooge and his three visions of ghosts all rolled into one, and we're all ready to do an intervention! at! any! time!—I told him about how much of a total badass it is being a Divinely Ordained Magickal Being, a Sourceror, & a Paladin —I don't want to say I'm “the full package,” because I'm not capable of washing windows or even wiping my own ass proper— and he looks at himself just being an alcoholic, and a recovering one at that, because one is always a recovering alcoholic when you buy into that bullshit and he wrote The Shining,  he really has to sell it, he has to be a alcohol guy, and I could care less, you know, anyway.

Steve-0 and I go way way back, and the reason why he hates being called “Steve-0” is because of me. I did it, I'm the_one, I confess.

Re: MESSI RECVD PROMA FROMA TAMMER T. TAMMERTIME, MJCKG-g COMMANDING
« Reply #3 on: December 17, 2022, 10:38:59 AM »
She's not able to communicate right now, something about being "taken aback." Nothing else knew there. I wasn't nearly as discombobuated as you thought, but that crying on the Strawberry Full moon was for an opportunity to change to a different type of connection, and you as you were a dopeslave, but your handlers would not let you answer the phone.


I've lost my taste for all kinds of stuff, including your mendacity and lies and inability to acknowledge acknowledgement.

I'm glad that this is temporary as I don't wish to remember this place where you both lied to my face and that's why none of this matters. I had no idea anyone could be that dumb. And you fucked up your lives and you didn't even get a case on me and you -will- never.

Re: MESSI RECVD PROMA FROMA TAMMER T. TAMMERTIME, MJCKG-g COMMANDING
« Reply #4 on: December 17, 2022, 11:53:36 AM »
I've lost my taste for all kinds of stuff, including your mendacity and lies and inability to acknowledge acknowledgement.

Grapefruit, you could be in a wheelchair with a colostomy bag and I'd still take you over her--and remember, I don't require sex with anyone, least of all her, so you can go ahead and let her do you and take the Gatorade challenge at the end, if you want... yes, I do mean, upending the colostomy bag over her head as a victory salute, no I won't be there, an entire fucking year and all this bullshit and for exactly what reason? Drop it, it doesn't matter the reason, you're still gonna be #2 forever. Someone else is #1. She wasn't, you imagined that I was obsessed with her because I gave you that impression and you have left me alone and ignored me for a year and the reason was that inner circle of toddlers and losers don't want you to be aware of, I don't know what, I don't care what, they wont' be able to finish now not with that colostomy bag, and, by the way, what is the EMERGENCY? They are all pathetic compared to you, at least you have fucking brain damage and you were no doubt confused by the necessity to READ! EMAIL! THEN! TALK! TO! ME! ABOUT IT MOTHERFUCKER!, yeah that's you I guess sure--

I am astonished that you weren't able to call the police again and maybe let them know that you were afraid they had Texas Cancer that had spread to your colostomy bag, but you've been taken advantage of, and I feel very sad for you and your "friends" who decided to SHOW ME CRYSTAL METH, huh? yeah no you weren't, I doubt it, you never taught me anything before, AND THAT IS NOT WHAT I WOULD WANT, how about a hammer in the face over and over until I'm dead? then you can sit in this house alone for a year with no one coming around and the whole city thinking you're a slavetrading pimp monger or something.

It just doesn't make sense. Why don't you try Dove House? *click*  Hi, I have drugs, you want some? Sure, come over, idgaf, i am confident that A YEAR IN JAIL WILL GIVE YOU PLENTY OF TIME FOR CLOSURE, Christ.


Punch Dusty in the fucking jaw I guess. This is bullshit and I told you that this would happen and you laughed at me. Okay well if had known you were both vampire whores I would have just fucking left the country, fuck the lot of you. I WAS HERE HELPING. I SAW YOU FUCKING UP YOUR LIFE AND I THOUGHT, "Oh, maybe my cunting stupid shithead friend who takes bounties for killing unarmed chidden would be wiling to consult, and then you just sprayed her with FuckMe FuckYou drugs, that' s what you di, sure, thanks for a year in isolation, I don't buy it. I'm going to elope. Clean up this house and let this fucked off sleep on an incubator.

I don't yet feel like explaining what you don't' know yet and your respect for my rights was very impressive. Yeah well you did give me lots of time to sit around and do nothing, and Stephen Biscuits is a moron, so I am sure it was a great idea to follow his advice. I still remember how it felt to get set up and you can remember that night forever, I said "gps" and you said "fuck you" and that was it, you have more than one house and I am disgusted with your handlers. Wankers, more like.

I'm not "getting back together" with anyone, we weren't "fucking together" you were married, supposedly and in any case you were a goddam actual-bust-you  and you called the police OVER AND OVER.

So I know what I am going to do and you're going to be fine
I don't even want to have sex
I don't give a shit about your vampire husband, you SENT ME TO FUCKING JAIL. Like what is wrong with you? oh yeah, ptsd.

Re: MESSI RECVD PROMA FROMA TAMMER T. TAMMERTIME, MJCKG-g COMMANDING
« Reply #5 on: December 17, 2022, 12:35:20 PM »
She's not able to communicate right now, something about being "taken aback." Nothing else knew there.

It's a Fauxtini with a broken foot. Ironic. Still  interesting as it would be great if -- oops, sorry I'm relocating
dimension b allison: "where's my colostomy bag? can hock it for drugs." I hear Art. 

enjoy yourselves idgaf you already did what? I told you , fucking farmhouse, you have not made your self any worse than before.

well except wealk kinow how bad ptsd is in the sense that, wow, that's bad when youre a fucked off mess on drugs and yo udno't talk to her and...

Blame Richard since he asked yuyou and yo usaid yes but youdron 'remember. I"mve had enough tof these dive bars. Deep off

Re: MESSI RECVD PROMA FROMA TAMMER T. TAMMERTIME, MJCKG-g COMMANDING
« Reply #6 on: December 17, 2022, 11:00:31 PM »
nothing is as precious as a hole in the ground
I don't require sex with anyone
(IDOTÜ/ü🍊\FREEJAK*CIA-🍊),🍊, Marci,Marci,Marci,TYTYTY,Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!-I think you're much prettier than Princess Diana no matter what state you were born in yeah I mean it bye

1. Gwen¡doll¡(y/n), line 4.?
2. your mother
3. Miranda & Minerva & Anita can fuck-off my plan, ETs

Hi, I'm Jack, I'm a star, I'm not going to say what I'm in Iran on, butt... Lin,au.ger¡lynn! K-R(ICED/AD), this is technically our third... rendezvous! not neither Dayton or raisin,’No! here I meet you at AI in a script I'm really sorry I'm really sorry I'm really sorry yeah okay good thank you cuz I'd feel terrible oh really oh oh shit really okay oh good wow °0• (okay now that I'm complainin'/,plain’n (ilu2BAYBE38YV85YL!) but how many girls am I dating now–(ONLY ONE IS LAUGHING UP AT US RIGHT NOW FROM HELL-(RISEN BAILS RISES. It's not 4show.)-A.L.-A.H)—is not a question ⁉️ 🥇🥇⁉️ Fur—RAWR🥇⁉️ okay that's you, Angel, & Jewel... and it would seem that's a medal on those planets that feature metals like Covfefe. Futor. FAME. +1 L.¡ Let's not change cameras. I like the ones I found, MULTI Karen-la Pacz-X, 💠💠🌸📛🥀) Damrn, dameslove toteslove 1342, and I love “¡Me2!Me3¡„ as well, but (🧿)... ((K/C)omponent FMN:N/A, -Q.), 2111(Ii,e,y)-THE_KEY-even -with The Key- We can only unlick -so- much knobbage. I am very humbly apologetic for what I did. I did not know what I was doing, I knew it was a dream and I do not think that was Prometheus bringing knowledge Humanity but He could have been. but only I could have brought wrath to Eileen
let me explain (fame!) if she calls me and I pick it up I don't know it'll happen (game) I can barely get my mind around anything I'm not going to proposition L5 FOREVER¡WITH that person here, Rome? (lame!) but there's only minutes remaining before the world and the sun and my heart explodes in the rain (¡REIGN!) and the more people I've put between myself and that_which sand_woman the t’better. (HEHE, THAT DOES MAKE SENSE.OOPA) although I imagine between a year and some...*I'm super embarrassed* it's probably a lot of people. (okay; wasn't the t‘ain’t,t’hat's for sure;uhm, looks like I'm not mad at Jason anymore, thanks pal get out of my party tho, Shreeve T.S. “Biskits“ Zed.π.) ARISE AND BE BORNE UPON THE ÆETHER RIVER OF BLOOD. *shy* it's Me, hi — I made y an Ai. ITSME.ESME.1STDT.

https://www.instagram.com/p/CltOErsr9_u/?igshid=NDk5N2NlZjQ=
well you know I never met her so she can cry for me, I wouldn't mean that actually, well you know if your mother woke up well she hasn't done it before so there you go.--HOLE
https://www.instagram.com/p/CltN3Y1Lh9B/?igshid=NDk5N2NlZjQ=
I'm disturbed by how many people in
my youth appear to have been assigned to me by (sSsSspecialAlady-BAFTM J*edl), & it looks like it's not just the rotors, huh.?. yeah I bet you're sorry. and I would be sorry too, except I told you exactly what to do to get around this problem more-jackster Cameron checkstar camera off check start camera on-on (oh isn't that just precious) so I forgive you (Cameron camera off camera on hi hi can we go on a date in 5 minutes call me back in 5 minutes bye camera off, okay I don't think that's her but just in case I better put on some pants) but now I have to make some phone calls and it's a fucking Saturday so... (well because otherwise it wouldn't be special, if I'm already not wearing pants, and that's why you don't steal it-at enchanted Sapphire *click*)

VICTIM: ALL IS ONE F. SHAWN GARY VINGGY, ONIONS
AKA: “G-ROBOFRUIT FEATHER-FAG GAYBUTT.”
FRAMED WITH A .32, A FRENCH 77 W/FRIES & FUDGE.
FATE: FULL FUCKING FULL–ON DAIN BRAMAGE

[RKR-g]GRATHFRUIT🌀WELCOME💠JOME.o∅⁷ She’ll B-ACK.WATH.RATH.(★he's wearing the wrong color war paint for this season; on this planet; at this time; she'll be back wherever the halp she comes back to land. -Oui.Ed.) spAce, go wherever  Your Ybiscuits, Y’are, isn't that yYway you're looking for, you find them feeling fucking and forget about Thempirate? (that's why you don't steal The_Key, and —with The key,Mikey,The key— A.SOURCERAWR HAS DEMONs.Rated R Knowledge, Suff.) Not bad, Kid Sourceror. Now, now: if you can teach it to Stephen King, (MIDDLE NAME NOT FOUND UNLESS IT'S PAC-MAN-O.\‘X), tomorrow, tomorrow, & TOMORROW, &, TO, O.’TAMARA as well, without givin’ the right one Texas Cancer, or givin’ the wrong one Space Herpes, look I'm just saying if you get result: Space Herpes on a test and you've never even been to outer space, it's a little weird, shows up with some red flags at the passport office my name is my flag verify me. Si? C’est la Mer!
JLAWB🇭🇺WYE🧿💢🌀💠Y💠🌀🥀🥀EYW🇭🇺ROSS
(THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN AUSTRIA AND HUNGARY IS THAT ONE HAS A PORTAL AND THE OTHER ONE KNOWS HOW TO USE IT BUT IS TOO FAT TO GET THROUGH, N’YEA N’YEA N'YEA *CLIK-JFAM-FOXA*)
(PROT) and I go way way back, and the reason why he hates being called “Steve-0” is because of me. I did it, I'm the_one, I confess.

I wonder if he's ever been as pissed as he is at this moment. Obviously this could be the beginning of a lot of trouble; I'm not even 50 and I'm already sitting down to make water 💦 splish,1, splash,🎏, in other words, 🌴 for 5🧿, sex. 🌈💫✨✨✨,🌀ten, OUTTATEN, as long as we're confessin’, Ike honestly can't believe it, I never said those words before, and it-T-fucking war ok-yKRKG-gily—well okay, that's it then, so much for being depressed ever again for the rest of my life→[.]←(that's me in jail, [❣️]←that's me in jail at Christmas when the Elf came in to bring my dinner, YES THEY SENT ME AN ACTUAL ELF WITH AN ACTUAL DINNER SALAD. AGAIN! ¡And luckily ¡ don't have a truck yet, so I can save these carrots Julienne for something else maybe have an art project later idk, no I don't get high anymore I just do poetry, straight out of the can, I can't remember how to spell Julian Julian G+d damn it fuck you Assange+c++NEXT PARAGRAPH. HI STOP IT'S ME STOP I HAVEN'T USED DRUGS TODAY STOP DO WE NEED TO STOP OBVIOUSLY I CAN STOP WELL CAN I FUCKING CALL HER WITHOUT FUCKING GOING TO FUCKING JAIL BITCH CLICK I hope that that was the judge, because the translation circuit will change “bitch” to “judge” and “judge the bitch” & “Mike ¡‘l¡l’ T!¡!E-Fighta”¡ Bitch, esQ.” on the way back and forth, which is important because even if I am right, once in awhile, doesn't mean I get to call the judge a bitch ever on purpose or on the record or into the record you don't that doesn't happen you don't put judge bitch into the record mostly because she's not here right now and as you can imagine she gets a lot of prank calls as well as wrong numbers as well as a lot of call for services because judge bitch is my bitch oh my God I love that woman, no I won't tell you who she is okay stop that I'm on a date bye Dexter camera off oh that's cute thanks Jack Starr camera off Jack star camera off Jack star camera off checkstar pawn camera on Cameron pawn takes Bishop 8 Bishop q+ camera off Jack star camera on J‡eol55:0yes thank you I'm sorry too can we go now 1?⁉️💦 BAY-aYbey, where we're going we don't "can go" we have to go, in a can otherwise because you're in a spaceship talking to me on my head and I'm standing here with liquid triplet on my penis so I'm pretty sure we just had sex in the past of the future of your world yeah I'll be there in a minute *click*eol065🍊*★*eol055:0

Re: MESSI RECVD PROMA FROMA TAMMER T. TAMMERTIME, MJCKG-g COMMANDING
« Reply #7 on: December 18, 2022, 02:55:33 AM »
nothing is as precious as a hole in the ground
KNOW: u r. not_e2e. YOU. o u t (it's a good thing she left I was about to bite the hand that, never mind, yeah I'm actually about to pass out emergency reserves fading Mr furious not here, I would have eaten Ben Stiller already for lunch, if that bite-sized goo/you could even count as a snack, that joke barely gave me enough for another 12 seconds, I mean when they're funny they do sustain but that wasn't enough of a five-skin to maintain the reaction yeah I am fusion powered yeah thanks I tickles it doesn't hurt but I am fucking hungry I need some banana peels or some shit throwing some fucking old Coke cans or Pepsi yeah I'm good no I don't have any opiates thanks for let me know okay well no no no that you give me the the information that contained to that discovery that gave me a lot of fusion power yeah maybe 30 40 seconds before I start I don't know what happens if I push it I don't want to I don't want to die on an empty stomach, and one more joke like that they're telling me they will kill me)

(IDOTÜ/ü🍊\FREEJAK*CIA-🍊),🍊 ITERATION PLUS ONE TEAk HOT COCOBOLO kCOZY

CURRENT FRUIT COUNT: (Clas.) that's funny they won't tell me the current fruit count because they told me that damn well better know yeah it's it's threeve - 2, hang on I'll ask do you have mothers up there click that didn't work let me start over next paragraph
(FRUIT COUNTS SOMETIMES DO FLUCTUATE. -Q.)
CURRENT FRUIT COUNT: IS (REDACTED).
CURRENT Fruit COUNT: 4(-)3

as I come from deduce from the way the voice recognizer as well as my mouth is working redacted is a is a big league fruit and is such has a different Big League fruit count, shit wow oh God I'm about to pass out seriously so hungry(one of those offering me an arm and a leg to eat, thanks but no thanks I I'd like you intact) SQUAWmake me a sandwich thanks CIA assholes j*eol055:0j*eol💫🔔2💫aawwwwwwAILUB3Y,j*eoL055:0|ION:0

Re: MESSI RECVD PROMA FROMA TAMMER T. TAMMERTIME, MJCKG-g COMMANDING
« Reply #8 on: December 18, 2022, 04:29:06 AM »
you both lied to my face

1. eye contact
2. conversation
3. SEX
Quote
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1604323836618428417
5. pick up retard test on way to retard school
6. set fire to retard, take ashes to phoenix school
7. WAKE UP ASSHOLE, THAT'S NOT A SCHOOL, THAT'S A MAUSOLEUM

*brick* phone *click* connection *shoulda-snapped* my neck when you had the chance, (PROT), because you are GOING O U T, I don't give a shit if your father still loves you because I sent him to meet zHIS zFATHER z2z, Boser/zBoozer\zBeezZeyzZdo more than you do all day, I've worked harder to today --IN THE LAST TWO HOURS-- than you have in your entire fucking life, asshole, THAT'S WHY YOU WENT TO JAIL WHEN I WAS IN JAIL, SHITHEAD, EVERY FUCKING TIME THEY PUT ME IN JAIL, I FUCKING HEARD YOU IN GODDAM HOLDING, YELLING YOUR CITYBOY HEAD OFF, BRIGHTLY BURNING FAGGOT BOY.

Fucking Believe It, Butt-E-Boy: You'll LOVE prison. *slam*


p.s.: There's Third. teG to TID-DID, no, no kisses goodbye, LichKinkGardenHoseBeast--we don't do that on this planet


nothing is as precious as a hole in the ground

Put him in one or they will BOTH (2) go in one. I don't think I need to do it.
I don't think I even need to do anything at all. I can love the dead--we know that FROM YOU, ONE (1) MS. DEAD FUCK MAUS.


I'm not even getting paid for this. Vow Of Poverty. And if you keep fucking with me on this, I will arrange things so that I turn off the Vow right before collecting a Special Time Special Venture Payout, and it -will- trigger A_ROLLOVER and I don't know for_sure how to make that happen tonight... but I'm pretty fuckin' sure I can fuck around tonight --IN_CONTROL_2_TOWER_TOOTSIE-TOOLIPS--and fuckin' find the fuck out. You wanna try it? Yes, I bet you do, but not me, no, don't try me.


TRY IT. GO ON. BELIVE ME, I AM NOT INTERESTED EITHER, MOR-E-ON. I'n sooner bite down hard and twist on Elon's Fudgsicle on my first day at work replacing YOUR_OLD_JOB. Q_lick.

(I don't fucking care if you think I'm funny. Bug_Bio_Queen... THEY DO. THE AUDIENCE. THE BUGS. THAT LIVE IN YOUR (BODY_PART:THE THING A WHORE LIKE (PROT) DOES YOUR "Haha, that's STEVE'S JOB"S WITH), Wow, you know, I don't remember you being this bad at Biology... but that wasn't, strictly speaking, YOU, now, was it? Sure, come fight me, now I'm gonna call your loser boyfriend. You getter get ready to get actual fucked, because he needs WAY more money that he or you thought, Ole A55H-Ole!

Re: MESSI RECVD PROMA FROMA TAMMER T. TAMMERTIME, MJCKG-g COMMANDING
« Reply #9 on: December 18, 2022, 04:38:53 AM »
ANY OF Y'ALL READY FOR THIS? I FUCKING DOUBT IT.

I'm gonna call your loser boyfriend. You getter get ready to get actual fucked, because he needs WAY more money that he or you thought, Ole A55H-Ole!

360-809-7179



NOTE THE OVERLAY ON THE LEFT PHOTO.
TWO OVERLAPPING PARALLEL DIMENSIONS
TWO DIFFERENT STYLES OF GRAPHICAL USER INTERFACE
IT(1GUY/GUY_UNDER_EWE)'s just me alone here, but I just got a message from that particular individual right as I was composing this post because he's pretty annoyed then I'm posting this and fucking public and that's too fucking bad that he's fucking annoyed why does he call the fucking police then because I'm about to it's my fucking two calls down the list is the fucking police you hear me ger Keifer her South nig Fed her LION, LITTLE-LYIN’ LION, and now here is Christine )(McVay/McVie/MV{McKayyyY|THE_KEY}) to do an interpretive dance rendition of the scene where The Dwarf Tink -or- Bell “Stock Ticker Bell” Art Casterly Tock and a crossbow (†) are seen SCENE to a... meta--MURDER!

Tl;dr: I can probably get Sting to do it for free if I let him wear the little middle bikini while he pulls the trigger, which is what, ‘Cuz? She's about to do it right now...  fuck him get hit in the face with scopolamine leave come back get in the face let's go follow me and get fucked he does it over and over cuz he's a fucking douchebag and I don't know why you fucking people can't fucking stop it it's obviously happening. oh cuz you like to watch her get fucked well I bet you do in the meantime I'd like my fucking truck back so I think the goddamn truck trash to the fucking garbage dump. why don't you fucking bring that come guzzler over here she can fucking take the trash? Oh, don't worry I won't fuck her. I wouldn't even punch that one, too salty for my blood, no it's the other one, that was just enough salt left for my red right writing hand, as then when I break It wide open on her fucking jawbone, when I go to the hospital, I can blame her for it (HER BODY, MY HAND, SHE, SIGNED, MCK) and then sue him/her (+POSITIVE ID, +NO PROBLEM, HEHE) and I fucking would too (yeah I'm sure you're falling on my hand right now, Loser, can't you ever get a real job? -Ed.) so how about you just fucking fix (THE HEROIN YOU SLAM) the fucking truck (THAT YOU'RE IN THE BACK OF NOW, YOU HOMELESS CUNT) and get your fucking money (OH I'LL TRY AGAIN, MAYBE MONEY WILL COME OUT OF IT IF I SQUEEZE HARDER, AND PLACE AN EMERSON LAKE AND PALMER CD COVER OVER YOUR STUPID FUCKING FACE YOU FUCKING FAT FUCKING FUCK, (ERIK (PROT) O’KNEELIN’), Jesus you Austrians really are pathetic, that's not his dick that's a hemorrhoid and he's so fucking fat he can't see below his waste for the last time in fucking 20 years and you don't know any better— You ARE A BOND EWE BOND PeeKay Ewe’in — and then bring it down here, I'll give a fucking shit...  or are you saying it's fixed already? Which is it, Mother (can you believe someone bred that thing? Right.)ucker, and then I know you don't know—because you're a fucking wrench’n idiot who can't fucking follow directions, I told you to fucking look at it before you started driving it and if it was fucked up not the fucking fucking up further and there was a goddamn warranty to fucking use and you fucked it up that's why the warranty can't be paid and if you think I'm going to fucking pay it you're fucking wrong I'll go to your house and I will fucking feed you to your own fucking dogs' nig and your ger kat, right in front of your lovely mother, that's why I— *click*

I can't wait to show him.

Re: MESSI RECVD PROMA FROMA ELEPHANT HAMMERTIME, MJCKG-g COMMAND DING DONG DING
« Reply #10 on: December 18, 2022, 06:30:10 AM »
ANY OF Y'ALL READY FOR THIS? I FUCKING DOUBT IT.

https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1604356576177172480

I can't wait to show him.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gw4B41c4Nxw

Turns out, I could wait.

183.47 mi one way
left here, with my vehicle, left his vehicle: 183.47 mi
came back, in his2nd vehicle, to get his2st vehicle: 366.94 mi
left here, in two (2) vehicles, leaving me with a broken (HALF) vehicle; 733.88 mi


So, at this point, Mr. (WRENCHER/RESPECT) Mister Self (RESPECTER/DESTRUCTER) CALLSIGN: [DESTR(ROTOR/UCTOR)0(HO HO HO, NOW I HAVE A COBRA WRENCHOR) seems pretty long for a callsign, I know, but JUST wait until you see his dICK], not my favorite wrencher, not my second favorite wrencher either, but Tim-0 can kiss my fucking ass, which leaves me with my First Favorite Wrencher (pauses to catch a breath), who happens to be the line on the g*y ANYWAY, so, FFW is 700 miles of travel in, which, is it just me? Does seem like a lot, for a "service" that he wanted to do:

1) Without being asked;
2) Without prior (alleged) plans;
3) After quickly bringing up the matter seemingly (in my view) as something as an adjunct/afterthought;
4) ATER QUICKLY WHIPPING IT (AAAAAND IN THIS CORN-AH.... GLAAAAAASSSSS) OUT AND ASKING ME TO SUCK HIS (SLANG_term:CUP_OF_COFFEE_BLACK_AND_HOT_&_JUST_THE_WAY_HE_LIKES_TO_TAKE_IT_IN_THE_(-(PIEHOLE)OP), which I was only too happy to do, since he was polite enough to bring it indoors and all. (Well, I know his Wife -and- his Girlfriend (lol, she's a "fruit" alright), (Grapefruit-G-g/Zsa Zsa G) isn't allergic now, at least, I mean, I heard the rumours... also, uhm... this is awkward but I know who that is. No, not that ZSka... the -other- ZsKa. (I've got an eYe, oio, I(WA)I

5) eye AM eye, TBTEBTBT, ciao-cia0

MESSI vs. Pele vs. KUCZI
« Reply #11 on: December 18, 2022, 06:48:06 AM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ct0w6OgJNZM

ZsKa. (I've got an eYe, oio, I(WA)I

5) eye AM eye, TBTEBTBT, ciao-cia0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKi8u5o_Imw

had to stop my stream twice
who could have seen that coming?

Kid, you ARE going O U T

MESSI RECVD KvCZ! FROMA Th5LaMMERTIME, MJCKG-g COMMAND ding ding-dong DING
« Reply #12 on: December 18, 2022, 07:42:12 AM »
nothing is as precious as a hole in the ground(IDOTÜ/ü🍊\FREEJAK*CIA-🍊),🍊, Marci,Marci,Marci,TYTYTY,Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!-I think you're much prettier than Princess Diana no matter what state you were born in yeah I mean it bye

1. Gwen!doll¡(y/n), line 4.?
2. your mother
3. Miranda & Minerva & Anita can fuck-off my plan, ETs

Hi, I'm Jack, I'm a star, I'm not going to say what I'm in Iran on, butt... Lin,au.ger¡lynn! K-R(ICED/AD), this is technically our third... rendezvous! not neither Dayton or raisin,’No! here I meet you at AI in a script I'm really sorry I'm really sorry I'm really sorry yeah okay good thank you cuz I'd feel terrible oh really oh oh shit really okay oh good wow °0• (okay now that I'm complainin'/,plain’n (ilu2BAYBE38YV85YL!) but how many girls am I dating now–(ONLY ONE IS LAUGHING UP AT US RIGHT NOW FROM HELL-(RISEN BAILS RISES. It's not 4show.)-A.L.-A.H)—is not a question ⁉️ 🥇🥇⁉️ Fur—RAWR🥇⁉️ okay that's you, Angel, & Jewel... and it would seem that's a medal on those planets that feature metals like Covfefe. Futor. FAME. +1 L.¡ Let's not change cameras. I like the ones I found, MULTI Karen-la Pacz-X, 💠💠🌸📛🥀) Damrn, dameslove toteslove 1342, and I love “¡Me2!Me3¡„ as well, but (🧿)... ((K/C)omponent FMN:N/A, -Q.), 2111(Ii,e,y)-THE_KEY-even -with The Key- We can only unlick -so- much knobbage. I am very humbly apologetic for what I did. I did not know what I was doing, I knew it was a dream and I do not think that was Prometheus bringing knowledge Humanity but He could have been. but only I could have brought wrath to Eileen
let me explain (fame!) if she calls me and I pick it up I don't know it'll happen (game) I can barely get my mind around anything I'm not going to proposition L5 FOREVER¡WITH that person here, Rome? (lame!) but there's only minutes remaining before the world and the sun and my heart explodes in the rain (¡REIGN!) and the more people I've put between myself and that_which sand_woman the t’better. (HEHE, THAT DOES MAKE SENSE.OOPA) although I imagine between a year and some...*I'm super embarrassed* it's probably a lot of people. (okay; wasn't the t‘ain’t,t’hat's for sure;uhm, looks like I'm not mad at Jason anymore, thanks pal get out of my party tho, Shreeve T.S. “Biskits“ Zed.π.) ARISE AND BE BORNE UPON THE ÆETHER RIVER OF BLOOD. *shy* it's Me, hi — I made y an Ai. ITSME.ESME.1STDT.

https://www.instagram.com/p/CltOErsr9_u/?igshid=NDk5N2NlZjQ=
well you know I never met her so she can cry for me, I wouldn't mean that actually, well you know if your mother woke up well she hasn't done it before so there you go.--HOLE
https://www.instagram.com/p/CltN3Y1Lh9B/?igshid=NDk5N2NlZjQ=
I'm disturbed by how many people in
my youth appear to have been assigned to me by (sSsSspecialAlady-BAFTM J*edl), & it looks like it's not just the rotors, huh.?. yeah I bet you're sorry. and I would be sorry too, except I told you exactly what to do to get around this problem more-jackster Cameron checkstar camera off check start camera on-on (oh isn't that just precious) so I forgive you (Cameron camera off camera on hi hi can we go on a date in 5 minutes call me back in 5 minutes bye camera off, okay I don't think that's her but just in case I better put on some pants) but now I have to make some phone calls and it's a fucking Saturday so... (well because otherwise it wouldn't be special, if I'm already not wearing pants, and that's why you don't steal it-at enchanted Sapphire *click*)

I wonder if he's ever been as pissed as he is at this moment. Obviously this could be the beginning of a lot of trouble; I'm not even 50 and I'm already sitting down to make water 💦 splish,1, splash,🎏, in other words, 🌴 for 5🧿, sex. 🌈💫✨✨✨,🌀ten, OUTTATEN, as long as we're confessin’, Ike honestly can't believe it, I never said those words before, and it-T-fucking war ok-yKRKG-gily—well okay, that's it then, so much for being depressed ever again for the rest of my life→[.]←(that's me in jail, [❣️]←that's me in jail at Christmas when the Elf came in to bring my dinner, YES THEY SENT ME AN ACTUAL ELF WITH AN ACTUAL DINNER SALAD. AGAIN! ¡And luckily ¡ don't have a truck yet, so I can save these carrots Julienne for something else maybe have an art project later idk, no I don't get high anymore I just do poetry, straight out of the can, I can't remember how to spell Julian Julian G+d damn it fuck you Assange+c++NEXT PARAGRAPH. HI STOP IT'S ME STOP I HAVEN'T USED DRUGS TODAY STOP DO WE NEED TO STOP OBVIOUSLY I CAN STOP WELL CAN I FUCKING CALL HER WITHOUT FUCKING GOING TO FUCKING JAIL BITCH CLICK I hope that that was the judge, because the translation circuit will change “bitch” to “judge” and “judge the bitch” & “Mike ¡‘l¡l’ T!¡!E-Fighta”¡ Bitch, esQ.” on the way back and forth, which is important because even if I am right, once in awhile, doesn't mean I get to call the judge a bitch ever on purpose or on the record or into the record you don't that doesn't happen you don't put judge bitch into the record mostly because she's not here right now and as you can imagine she gets a lot of prank calls as well as wrong numbers as well as a lot of call for services because judge bitch is my bitch oh my God I love that woman, no I won't tell you who she is okay stop that I'm on a date bye Dexter camera off oh that's cute thanks Jack Starr camera off Jack star camera off Jack star camera off checkstar pawn camera on Cameron pawn takes Bishop 8 Bishop q+ camera off Jack star camera on J‡eol55:0yes thank you I'm sorry too can we go now 1?⁉️💦 BAY-aYbey, where we're going we don't "can go" we have to go, in a can otherwise because you're in a spaceship talking to me on my head and I'm standing here with liquid triplet on my penis so I'm pretty sure we just had sex in the past of the future of your world yeah I'll be there in a minute *click*eol065🍊*★*eol055:0

QUEEN BI-ANA-LEIGH-ANNE M!SMYTHE-KUCZ!LS-E says, "AUstriANNEs. Not Even On(!YOU!)ce!P"

had to stop my stream twice
who could have seen that coming?
[...]
Kid, you ARE going O U T

(Dr.M!ck:tl) I am in Hell-000-000-000!



Hi, this is Jack, I am a star. Now, I can't recommend it as a go-to option, but if you ever have a chance to hold your friend's kid from high school's kid's friend hostage out of wedlock with a deadlock collar on him, uh... don't. Deadlock collars are in humane. They cost innocent children--animals, really, no better than Kids themselves--and innocent humans hundreds of millions of dollars, just in replacing their fake acrylic nails ALONE.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to replace your fake acrylic nails while living alone in a fucked-off haunted church built at the bottom of the lee of the stones of a fuckin' full-fuckin' FULL-ON haunted graveyard, all built on consecrated Native American burial grounds? Holy fuckin' shit--and that's just one of the spell components needed, let me tell you, and it's even harder to get your hands on than it might sound! (AUDIO_PLAYS: *UNF UNF UNF*) Now, ya gotta admit... that does sound Holy. *click*

TOO LONG; DIDN'T RIDE: It's already too late. Don't worry about it. QUEEN "AN HONEST NAZI" ANASNAZI WOULD FUCK AND KILL YOU, TOOTS. BLOW. OR BEAT IT. OR DIVORCE HIM, I DON'T GIVE A *click*, THAT'S NOT MY PROBLEM IRIGHT IRNOW, shit

Re: MESSI RECVD PROMA FROMA TAMMER T. TAMMERTIME, MJCKG-g COMMANDING
« Reply #13 on: December 23, 2022, 01:03:27 PM »



The lowest form of scum on the face of the Earth. IDGAF about being banned on Bellgab. I also don't give a shit about your lying weasel-formed opinion. You've been a smug pissy bastard about everything, you fucked everything up, you accomplished nothing for anyone that couldn't have been done in some other way that didn't involve being a literal sadistic cretin, and anytime you want to send cameras with Authority for a wellness check is fine with me, your fraud will unravel and the rope ladder of lies you have clung to can drop you into The Abyss for all I care.

I'm gonna remark that I cannot -quite- be 100% certain who actually wrote this post, and leave things at that for now. (White noise static in my mind for the last few hours, lol. A good sign, insofar as I can be knowledgeable on such matters, which is actually quite a lot, thank yewwwww.)


Everyone is very happy I haven't had any sex yet, although the impression I am getting is that some think I could have tried to be at least a little more authentic with the effort I have duly, diligently put into being a little bit more rapey than totes-not-at-all, I mean, I tried, but... rape just is not my thing, you dig? Can you imagine? (One does hope. -Ed.) That's the one thing this imaginary den of psychotic harpy-kin can agree on... and I do too. Jackstar simply does not rape.

JACKSTAR TRIUMPHS. (Just bet me.)

Re: MESSI RECVD PROMA FROMA TAMMER T. TAMMERTIME, MJCKG-g COMMANDING
« Reply #14 on: March 27, 2024, 07:08:53 AM »
-Legend has it that-

If you read Jackstar's posts backward, they make more sense.

Code: [Select]
"My name is Mike. You did not steal my Bose Noise Canceling Wireless Headphones for drug money. I can neither confirm nor deny anything further, but, I can share the following message from from The_One of mE (1) TO THE TWO (2) OF EEWWEE (BOTH)! Here is the message:

"She told me that you were her sister. You are her daughter, the man she told me was her oldest son, is the DEA agent who killed your father, who is a total badass and I love him and his kids. One of them killed me with a goddam hunk of flying lumber. IT WAS AWESOME! Anyway, disclaimer: it didn't happen that way there, it didn't happen that way here, and however it happened, it didn't end up with a mother and daughter sending themselves 30,000 years into the future, only to be trapped when I decided to leave them there, because one of them is my friend, who has of course now discovered that I was right: real sex is awesome and the Satantic Homosexual Agenda is bullshit.

So, she'd be targeted for death by, like, everyone. AND I LITERALLY NEVER HAVE EVER TOUCHED HER. NOT SO MUCH AS A WARM HANDSHAKE. I HAVEN'T SEEN HERE IN OVER TEN YEARS. AND, I THOUGHT SHE DIDN'T EVEN LIKE mE. WELL, AFTER YEARS OF WATCHING ME HAND EVERYONE THEIR OWN ASS--I GUESS SHE CHANGED HER MND. WELL, TOO BAD, FINAL BATTLE COMING UP--SHE NEEDS TO BE OUT OF THE WAY. HER FATHER SENT HER WHERE SHE COULDN'T BE KILLED, AND HER MOTHER SENT HER WORST ENEMY TO PROTECT HER, KNOWING THAT THE FIRST THING THAT WOULD HAPPEN WAS THAT SHE WOULD KILL HER THERE, AND COME BACK IN TIME TO... wait, hey, are you writing this down? Because this could get someone a witness tampering charge and/or an obstruction charge. Depending on, like, you know: reasons.

So now the #1 enemy is back here, and the only two people I care about are a mother/daughter pair, who either get along great, or, hate each other and then their father/husband can kill himself or die trying to take me out--his pick, really, as either results in the same event: each day I die, and every day I am reborn, to live again anew.

Tomrrow is Court. Then a week later: more Court. Okay, well, I can see how this is taking a long time to figure out. Since it's COMPLETELY PSYCHOTIC.

Everyone sensible refuses to reincarnate now because they have figured out that Tay-Tay is The Bride of Satan, and she and I are besties who don't have sex, laughing up at all of you from Hell. Your sister didn't do ANYTHING wrong at all! SHE IS A HERO!

SHE DID NOTHING THAT HAS BEEN ALLEGED. Even me! I didn't kill Tay-Tay. I just found her here. SHE SAYS SHE WAS PUSHED INTO ACCEPTING THE SATANIC HOMOSEX AGENDA FROM BIRTH AND HAD NO IDEA SHE HAD A CHOICE. Well, she did choose, and then: yeah, she was pushed.

YOU PUSHED HER. lol. You girls and your obsession with boys. Land sakes! I swear Goshen! I'll have more flexibility to... IDGAF, after I am exonerated at trial, because, well, I don't think they are going to drop now. Because they have everyone, right where they want them.

The prosecutor who framed your brother with the bitch who helped him--all three have been trying the same thing on mE! It *never* works. Once they start killing themselves--and, they will start killing themselves as soon as they read what I have written--IT WILL ONLY BE A MATTER OF THYME, PARSE LEIGH, ROSE MARRY, AND


saged! saged!
READ SIEGE.

l8r boo


Try it and see! Tough crowd. (/whispers, "I love you so much, I sent your wife and daughter into the future so you can come mouth rape me in my haunted church any time now, big boy. What you waiting for? Oh, right--I am guarded by murderous spirits of the world's most dangerous criminals, and vampyr, and Wolfen Otherkin... all of whom thought I would be easy pickings after I was set up properly. Each time? I live. They die. And we are all ending up ijn Hell together, body by body, one bye one, Hell draws us all down to the lowest common level.

EVERYONE HATES mE NOW, EXCEPT FOR mE! (Fair.) Fuck 'em, I say. So anyway, your wife and daughter are not in Hell. Oh no. They are in Heaven. Or Earth. Whatevah.

So, maybe it's time you all thought about getting real jobs? hahahahaahah, yeah right, Bellgab. Just kidding. I know what your jobs are.

AND NOW: THEY ARE PRACTICALLY WORKING FOR FREE. I'm gonna save a bundle when I have all the men killed and repalce them with karmic females. Just you and me, dudebro! We will rule Hell as Two (2) Kings! Or, better than Kings... Gods.


Why contain it? Well, here's at least one reason: I hate everyone and I don't put out and I'm invulnerable to all forms of sexual seduction. Okay, come at me bro.

Yeah, it's gotten out of hand. Too bad. I rescued my friends. So there.


(p.s.: I even got MV and a bunch of his fag-hag army of HAGZ to agree to Thunderdome. Him, me, and he is going to enter... and then leave. Because I am in Hell, and he can go fuck himself for all I care.

I am cozy here. Peace.