Personal Journals

[Jackstar]

Whenever I feel the urge, I write.

Well, now I need to call The Prosecutor who's pretending to be a defense lawyer. And of course he is defense... He's defending the f****** crooked cops that you've got inside your swag and circle, which you f****** circled way too early under false pretenses and you f***** yourselves over good and now you're trying to blame me for what the f*** you did—which of course was your f****** plan all the f****** long.

You really did think I were stupid didn't you? Well I am not, and I wasn't before, and I was merely being indulgent... Watching you do your s***, I haven't been trying to lay and wait and spray an ambush I actually didn't imagine that cops could be a stupid as you f****** idiots are and have access to the technology that you do and not have been busted long ago, but apparently you've been f****** a lot smarter than most people are giving you credit for because I guess you've known how to kill people ahead of time Well this time all you did was just kill my wife or drive her to f****** kill herself f****** morons

Nice job with the kids. It's a good thing you kept "battle jackster" away from them. Otherwise something awful might have happened, am I right?

I don't think you people even deserve to breed. UP YOURS NIG ROT HER EFF EWE GRANDPA CHUCK GROUND CHUCK GROUND BEEF BOURGUIGNON, YOU F***** WITH THE WRONG HUNGARIAN.

AND YEAH I'D PICK AUSTRIAN OVER DEA ANY DAY. COUNT ON IT. BECAUSE AS OF RIGHT NOW YOU OFFICIALLY HAVE NO CASE AND YOU ARE TERMINATED FUCKER


tls-Emeritus;DrMK: Charles blank Shaw you are blanking fired. And if you ever harm another hair on the head of any f****** person I ever f****** care about you will see reprisals from The Divine that you cannot even begin to contemplate the conception of. Today was me being nice, you piece of s*** b****. And don't you f****** forget it d e a scum.

Do the right thing. Bring back my f****** truck. Or, I guess you can make a police report and claim that you're afraid I'll punch your lights out, 55-Superpu55y. Don't you want to cut my balls off? You probably couldn't carry them, but maybe you could just leave them there to shrivel up on the cold hospital stone floors after you spray MDMA into an incubator and f*** the baby with your little puny f****** fed dick island boy. Maybe there'll be a butler for you, He can wipe the jewel off of your wife's chin after you're done raping are you f****** loser.

[AZZERAE]

I'll get my people to give your people a sleeping pill.

[AZZERAE]

Can I suggest you:
Get fucked
While you lie about child-molesting gropes
And parkbench flashers and pervert creeps
And anal virginity and polaroid snaps
And verbal abuse and bathroom rapes
I don't know how well you can:
Remember your own pointless glue-sniffing adolescence
That fumbling floppy sex
In between fags
Those pathetic fistfights
All those pathetic petty thefts
And this and that and this and that and this and that
And every other fucking Adidas-clichéd cringe

Can I suggest you:
Pose
While you take another frantic glance at your shopwindow reflection
Ensuring the stinking lie is maintained
Because that's the difference between you
Yes, that's the difference between you
You'll let a leering scumbag beerdrinking rat
Raise your nostrils for a close-up smell
Of fingertip nicotine and animal fat
And force an open dead mouth
Lap up ounces of semichem sweat
So can you feel that:
Would be a truly truly disgusting thing?

And that's the difference between me
I'll open the package
I'll watch the show
I'll enjoy perfectly well-made art
I'll get in line behind stupidity
I'll let you lie through your teeth
I'll make you feel special
I'll not pick out the mistakes in public
I'll just put it down to passion
And feigned memory lapse

What did you want to be when you grow up?
Certainly not raped
That's the difference between you
A drunk? A drug addict
A motherly protector of the young?
Another bed-staining cunt?
A child molestor that needs to be told?
Or just a craven lust-driven artist
Channelling confusion and fear
Into a sickly limp repetitive craft
Yes, that's the difference between you
You'll act late and surprised
You say you loved sex?
You'll love being hated for the act
The filthier the abuse and the desperate underage details
The fatter the payback
So rather than just listen
Be altered by what's been said

Now that's the difference between me
I'll show you emotional truth
I'll show you the fucking source
I'll show you yet another fucking liar
And this is for the you
I'll show you that something that makes you:
Feel different
Feel special
I'll give you:
Thoughts
Images
Sounds
I'll give the you something
Even more interesting than the last one
And I'll tell you why it's the best one yet
And then you can look back on it all
And say:
This is the best thing that ever happened to me
And see:
Why you never became a dancer

[Lazarus]

Can I suggest you:
Get fucked
While you lie about child-molesting gropes
And parkbench flashers and pervert creeps
And anal virginity and polaroid snaps
And verbal abuse and bathroom rapes
I don't know how well you can:
Remember your own pointless glue-sniffing adolescence
That fumbling floppy sex
In between fags
Those pathetic fistfights
All those pathetic petty thefts
And this and that and this and that and this and that
And every other fucking Adidas-clichéd cringe

Can I suggest you:
Pose
While you take another frantic glance at your shopwindow reflection
Ensuring the stinking lie is maintained
Because that's the difference between you
Yes, that's the difference between you
You'll let a leering scumbag beerdrinking rat
Raise your nostrils for a close-up smell
Of fingertip nicotine and animal fat
And force an open dead mouth
Lap up ounces of semichem sweat
So can you feel that:
Would be a truly truly disgusting thing?

And that's the difference between me
I'll open the package
I'll watch the show
I'll enjoy perfectly well-made art
I'll get in line behind stupidity
I'll let you lie through your teeth
I'll make you feel special
I'll not pick out the mistakes in public
I'll just put it down to passion
And feigned memory lapse

What did you want to be when you grow up?
Certainly not raped
That's the difference between you
A drunk? A drug addict
A motherly protector of the young?
Another bed-staining cunt?
A child molestor that needs to be told?
Or just a craven lust-driven artist
Channelling confusion and fear
Into a sickly limp repetitive craft
Yes, that's the difference between you
You'll act late and surprised
You say you loved sex?
You'll love being hated for the act
The filthier the abuse and the desperate underage details
The fatter the payback
So rather than just listen
Be altered by what's been said

Now that's the difference between me
I'll show you emotional truth
I'll show you the fucking source
I'll show you yet another fucking liar
And this is for the you
I'll show you that something that makes you:
Feel different
Feel special
I'll give you:
Thoughts
Images
Sounds
I'll give the you something
Even more interesting than the last one
And I'll tell you why it's the best one yet
And then you can look back on it all
And say:
This is the best thing that ever happened to me
And see:
Why you never became a dancer

Sounds like SMM divuing it to jack in this worst nigtmare

[WORTHAUGERa]

Sounds like SMM divuing it to jack in this worst nigtmare

I-11 will fear no evel-even.

(There is no Evelyn.)

[WORTHAUGERa]

What did you want to be when you grow up?
Certainly not raped

Actually, looking back on how I set myself up to be statutorily raped, I would definitely not make the same choice again, but I in fact do not regret the choice I made. In actual fact I don't.

I've learned a lot about rape... by having been raped. A lot. I know more than I ever thought I could ever care to know about how many different ways a man can be raped, and frankly up the butt is probably the simplest, although not preferable.

The less said on this in public or at all the better. I'm not boasting, I'm not bragging, and I don't wish to rape, which is why the girl with the rape fantasies isn't seeing nearly as much of me as she would perhaps otherwise wish to. Perhaps if she had told me that her rape fantasy ends with me going to prison, or better yet being raped in prison while she sits outside and rifles through my wallet, I might possibly be interested, but since that appears to be what it is, and I haven't heard about any other rape fantasies lately —have you? Oh right, your girlfriend who fantasizes about sending you to prison so you can be raped, how delightful— nor is it a thing that I'm in fond of, actually the reason why I was into the statutory rape thing on myself was just as a legal fetish, I wanted to see the system from the inside out, and I have.


You people don't really know me, do you? Totestragic.
 

[AZZERAE]

I want my son off of your mailing list. I have already contacted the post office for your pornographic material that has been received in the mail. My next stop is my attorney. I do not want this number called anymore and do not want anything delivered to my address. If I receive anything else from this band or this group, my next phone call will be my attorney and you will be contacted. Thank you and good bye.

[AZZERAE]

They taste tension because it is their life. Chrome complemental. Stop Looking for ourselves. Bored towards most of it. We have grown to complain. The hole we have to fuck her. I'm still captive, hide in the distortion. It's a shame I'm still expected to wave. Though we have no disgruntled. We are lower girls. Man, girls, good evening. Nothing is more propaganda than the world. Tired of them stabbing. I am a... Forever but still I am a door to all of the worst who are jittery. Crazy people pretend me to not give a fuck. And we are made of a dry contact, without the people we aren't alive. We are cows scraping up our genitals, we saved our best milk. Propaganda is not done. Break down me. Then the faces will evolve. Let's just see the only child . The bored are to be of devoured, but not you.

[AZZERAE]

Let's see what we will bring. We will hide. We have grown just to die. Does it... Their propaganda is not heavy. I have grown bored with their best milk. Evolve. Contact them. Complimental. Tell them to hide. Bored out of this world. No one will answer us. Girls. No one is more abnormal or unimportant than, like them. I tried, I fucked them still. No more establishing. Bored. Don't accept them. About. Our life. Chrome. Bite their bullet. There is fresh something. But all I'm trying to do. Is about their lifestyle is fucked. Without those people we grow disgruntled. Propaganda has always worked. They are very dull. I expected their lives. Girls. There has to be something.

[AZZERAE]

Actually, looking back on how I set myself up to be statutorily raped, I would definitely not make the same choice again, but I in fact do not regret the choice I made. In actual fact I don't.

I've learned a lot about rape... by having been raped. A lot. I know more than I ever thought I could ever care to know about how many different ways a man can be raped, and frankly up the butt is probably the simplest, although not preferable.

The less said on this in public or at all the better. I'm not boasting, I'm not bragging, and I don't wish to rape, which is why the girl with the rape fantasies isn't seeing nearly as much of me as she would perhaps otherwise wish to. Perhaps if she had told me that her rape fantasy ends with me going to prison, or better yet being raped in prison while she sits outside and rifles through my wallet, I might possibly be interested, but since that appears to be what it is, and I haven't heard about any other rape fantasies lately —have you? Oh right, your girlfriend who fantasizes about sending you to prison so you can be raped, how delightful— nor is it a thing that I'm in fond of, actually the reason why I was into the statutory rape thing on myself was just as a legal fetish, I wanted to see the system from the inside out, and I have.

Pants can always come off, pants can always come off.

[Worthauger]

Pants can always come off, pants can always come off.

I'm not wearing any pants.

[AZZERAE]

I'm not wearing any pants.

[AZZERAE]

[?]
'Really?'
[?]
The fuck is he talking about?
The fuck? [?] over here
They're coming over here. I see them. They're everywhere
Look! Look! Look over there
Look! [?] AHH!
Look! He's over there now. Do you see him?
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?] over there
Look! Do you see him? There. Over there
No [?] they came over here because they wanted to talk to me about them
No, she said [?]
[?]

[Worthauger]

[?]
'Really?'
[?]
The fuck is he talking about?
The fuck? [?] over here
They're coming over here. I see them. They're everywhere
Look! Look! Look over there
Look! [?] AHH!
Look! He's over there now. Do you see him?
[?]
[?]

Call forwarding has been weaponized.
I need to see faces.

[?]
[?] over there
Look! Do you see him? There. Over there
No [?] they came over here because they wanted to talk to me about them
No, she said [?]
[?]

THIS IS WASTING SO MUCH TIME
CRIMINAL CHARGES CAN & WILL BE FILED

[comaphobe]

I want my son off of your mailing list. I have already contacted the post office for your pornographic material that has been received in the mail. My next stop is my attorney. I do not want this number called anymore and do not want anything delivered to my address. If I receive anything else from this band or this group, my next phone call will be my attorney and you will be contacted. Thank you and good bye.

Portrait of an American family, secret mailbox letter with a hidden envelope [auto-reverse enabled].