Personal Journals

[Jackstar]

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

The events in the day of a life of a Special Master are never dull but now even more so. The world explodes in a tweet swass spray of birdie noises.

The cognitive dissonance is profound. I should sleep no, I should just scream. I am comforted that it was all of you woof agreed it taws necessary. lol

this is one of those times when my discipline is well served. I suddenly decide, okay might as Ewell shoot some crystal. and then not. and then sure. and then we're making them jealous? I guess it isn't that hard. What a trip. oh the woman you gave the necklace to to give to me when she succeeded in here mission was... Maybe I'll tell the story.

I was siting around like this and nothing was happening because everyone I knew was running around one crystal and no one gave me any. I suppose you would never. too much parenthetical and hype lol. this is permanent record though. Look, discipline: I just imagined A Fork going into my eye over and over. sometimes alternatively /nbreak erorr



SOURCE ERORORE,  BREAK:  TOO SOON HAVE A PINEAPPLE

[AZZERAE]

Portrait of an American family, secret mailbox letter with a hidden envelope...

[comaphobe]

 

The GIF is in sinc with Organ Grinder, was that intentional? Anyways I think that album was their best work. Technically their only one because Br*an W*rner fired the whole band after that tour cycle.

That is the only M² album that I ever revist. That answering machine recording was classic and is an interesting time capsule. I think it was an unlisted track, or maybe added to the end of the final track with some dead air in between.

I would like to chat music with you sometime, the DariDee episode with Jason Callan on the panel with you two had me foaming at the mouth and I wanted to chime in on the UYI subject as well as a couple of other things -- but it was about a week later when I watched it.

Your Azzerae's World podcasts are excellent, do you have a YouTube channel? Your podcasts are deep and I am not sure I can keep up the pace with material like that, but lite music or pop culture chat and fan-based criticism or praise is easier in real time without edit buttons and saved progress commands.

[Jackstar]

do you have a YouTube channel?

YouTube has a YouTube channel. I have a cyberstalking gang of little baby b**** boys who want to get their own way so bad that they don't bother to think about the consequences of their actions, because I still don't have anywhere to go so it doesn't matter — I'm going to write a letter to the Governor tomorrow and tell him how to make methcathenone.

And the next thing I feel like saying I'm going to say it twice click click

[AZZERAE]

Your Azzerae's World podcasts are excellent, do you have a YouTube channel?

Why, thank you! That is very kind of you to say. While I do have a YouTube channel, it is largely inactive (as far as regularly uploaded content). I usually co-host lives with others on their channels partly because I'm a bit of a philistine, but also, I'm more of a podcaster than a broadcaster.

Your podcasts are deep and I am not sure I can keep up the pace with material like that, but lite music or pop culture chat and fan-based criticism or praise is easier in real time without edit buttons and saved progress commands.

I understand. I am a bit intense, a passionate fella. I get too deep for some, however there are a handful of folks whose itches I'm able to scratch. I'm an acquired taste...proficient in a particular brand of inside baseball and little else.

[Jackstar]

I understand. I am a bit intense, a passionate fella. I get too deep for some

He turns women into actual dogs and makes them lick/slobber on\suck his dick after putting peanut butter on it while they still have thumbs, the worst use of his heavenly Angelic powers I could ever think of. FACTS.

Believe it; that is a fairly impressive use of magic, nevertheless I would avoid this g*y if I were you, even if you weren't married to Tinkerbell “Chip &“ Martindale.

Noone deserves this. a1A tho Champ

[Jackstar]

I would like to chat music with you sometime

Trust me on this: if I can, he sees you coming. ABORT ABORT ABORT CANCEL CANCEL CANCEL THE BOARD OF BORA BORED although I am of course on board with your plans for vengeance, Time Corps. you don't owe me anything out or UT

[AZZERAE]

"In solitude and imprisonment, Sade began to construct a kingdom of his own within the confines of his prison room. He would be the actor rather than the victim, supreme in his own thoughts and imagination. He still wanted his freedom but the letters in which he argued for it began to develop a second preoccupation. If there could be no escape outwards through the massive walls of Vicennes, perhaps there might be an escape inwards. The letters began to carry the more routine demands of a prisoner for books, writing materials, and the candles without which the books and pens would be useless in the gloom of the medieval keep. These provisions were not a mere anodyne against the slow agony of solitude. The were the foundations upon which a new world was to be built. Day by day in the letters it seemed that he was redefining his own view of himself. He was not to be a weeping petitioner but the heroic and unbroken champion of his own cause. There were those who had expected him to go mad, as other men did after years of such captivity. But he was not to go mad. On the contrary, he was to shock the minds of his bourgeois readers by a terrifying intellectual clarity. He would employ his sanity against his enemies as though it were a weapon of total war. Even if Sade had not yet sought salvation through writing novels, the ideas which were to feature in his fiction were soon to preoccupy him in his letters."

From The Marquis de Sade: A New Biography by Donald Thomas

[Jackstar]

The story remains the same with some additions to the swap list. you know to do with your swap list don't you? you go down to the river and you put them together and see which ones pukes hell-some of the first fish fingers they ate in the morning, THAT MORNING.


So far: TAMMY MADDIE KATHY KELLY DONNA DONNA DONATELLO MICHELANGELO GABRIEL GABRIELLE RAPHAEL SISTER MISTERANV PFISTER 2PFISTER


ALL RIGHT THAT SHOULD BE ENOUGH.
I'm sure that seems confusing to everybody except the people who know what I'm talking about in which case they're also confused because I encrypted it because... well, let's just say uncoated chocolate messages on an open caramel channel are against our fleet regulations NO I'M NOT A MEMBER OF STARFLEET I'M JUST AN INTERN CLICK

"In solitude and imprisonment, Sade began to construct a kingdom of his own within the confines of his prison room. He would be the actor rather than the victim, supreme in his own thoughts and imagination. He still wanted his freedom but the letters in which he argued for it began to develop a second preoccupation. If there could be no escape outwards through the massive walls of Vicennes, perhaps there might be an escape inwards. The letters began to carry the more routine demands of a prisoner for books, writing materials, and the candles without which the books and pens would be useless in the gloom of the medieval keep. These provisions were not a mere anodyne against the slow agony of solitude. The were the foundations upon which a new world was to be built. Day by day in the letters it seemed that he was redefining his own view of himself. He was not to be a weeping petitioner but the heroic and unbroken champion of his own cause. There were those who had expected him to go mad, as other men did after years of such captivity. But he was not to go mad. On the contrary, he was to shock the minds of his bourgeois readers by a terrifying intellectual clarity. He would employ his sanity against his enemies as though it were a weapon of total war. Even if Sade had not yet sought salvation through writing novels, the ideas which were to feature in his fiction were soon to preoccupy him in his letters."

From The Marquis de Sade: A New Biography by Donald Thomas

okay fine number one welcome to entry hour number two Larry Thomas for Adam Thomas and Paul Thomas push him off a cliff.

and yeah this was a great job... FOR PUNY PEONIES that don't pay on me so good, sigh

[Jackstar]

Trust me on this: if I can, he sees you coming. ABORT ABORT ABORT CANCEL CANCEL CANCEL THE BOARD OF BORA BORED although I am of course on board with your plans for vengeance, Time Corps. you don't owe me anything out or UT

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I heard you didn't see him coming and she died. and based on what happened this morning that's probably not a rumor, but I would imagine that somebody is still pretty grateful anyway.

but it's okay Matthew t CWilliamsC cried for you and called me a little bitch, and now I know why that guy doesn't know why he use mad at me cuz that hasn't happened for him yet I guess that's going to happen today, hehe, NOT FLY MY MONKEYS WE FLEW ALREADY TODAY. who's at the door? I don't know but I don't see any Wheels in their flies, inglaub’le’kech

[Jackstar]

I understand. I am a bit intense, a passionate fella. I get too deep for some, however there are a handful of folks whose itches I'm able to scratch. I'm an acquired taste...proficient in a particular brand of inside baseball and little else.

based on what I know at this point, Bb lleG?b: you're very happy that I can't be reasoned with or argued with or bought, and if you try rubbing peanut butter on my dick I guarantee you you're not going to get the results you're looking for.

going to cross this post to whatever blah blah blah protocol blah look I'm tired of this you know the rest you have a COMPARITIVELY normal life.

and you don't know the reason why but its name is Reggie Hammond

[Worthauger]

based on what I know at this point, Bb lleG?b: you're very happy that I can't be reasoned with or argued with or bought, and if you try rubbing peanut butter on my dick I guarantee you you're not going to get the results you're looking for.

going to cross this post to whatever blah blah blah protocol blah look I'm tired of this you know the rest you have a COMPARITIVELY normal life.

and you don't know the reason why but its name is Reggie Hammond

So apparently, it is unusual to get a large number of write-in votes for the position of Sheriff in an #official {“Coolidge, Cow County of... Cool it.CH”\“Cowlitz, County of Coolidge”\GOD'S COUNTRY/“THIS IS COOLIDGE COUNTY, BITCH, WHO TAUGHT YOU TAUGHT YOU HOW TO READ *WHAM*} election; but it's not unheard of for that particular name to get a large number of write-in votes right but when it gets all of them and it gets them all wrong as they're all accredited to voters who are on the roles as “functionally illiterate”... that is fairly impressive.

if called upon all fucking serve it over a goddamn want click


So apparently, it is unusual to get a large number of write-in votes for the position of Sheriff in an #official {“Coolidge, Cow County of... Cool it.CH”\“Cowlitz, County of Coolidge”\GOD'S COUNTRY/“THIS IS COOLIDGE COUNTY, BITCH, WHO TAUGHT YOU TAUGHT YOU HOW TO READ *WHAM*} election; but it's not unheard of for that particular name to get a large number of write-in votes right but when it gets all of them and it gets them all wrong as they're all accredited to voters who are on the roles as “functionally illiterate”... that is fairly impressive.

If called upon I'll serve it whatever way I goddam want *click*

[AZZERAE]

On a long flight, after periods of crisis and many hours of fatigue, mind and body may become disunited until at times they seem completely different elements, as though the body were only a home with which the mind has been associated but by no means bound. Consciousness grows independent of the ordinary senses. You see without assistance from the eyes, over distances beyond the visual horizon. There are moments when existence appears independent even of the mind. The importance of physical desire and immediate surroundings is submerged in the apprehension of universal values.

For unmeasurable periods, I seem divorced from my body, as though I were an awareness spreading out through space, over the earth and into the heavens, unhampered by time or substance, free from the gravitation that binds to heavy human problems of the world. My body requires no attention. It's not hungry. It's neither warm or cold. It's resigned to being left undisturbed. Why have I troubled to bring it here? I might better have left it back in Thathe, while the weightless element that has lived within it flashes through the skies and views the planet. This essential consciousness needs no body for its travels. It needs no plane, no engine, no instruments, only the release from flesh which circumstances I've gone through make possible.

Then what am I – the body substance which I can see with my eyes and feel with my hands? Or am I this realization, this greater understanding which dwells within it, yet expands through the universe outside; a part of all existence, powerless but without need for power; immersed in solitude, yet in contact with all creation? There are moments when the two appear inseparable, and others when they could be cut apart by the merest flash of light.

[Jackstar]

On a long flight, after periods of crisis and many hours of fatigue, mind and body may become disunited until at times they seem completely different elements, as though the body were only a home with which the mind has been associated but by no means bound. Consciousness grows independent of the ordinary senses. You see without assistance from the eyes, over distances beyond the visual horizon. There are moments when existence appears independent even of the mind. The importance of physical desire and immediate surroundings is submerged in the apprehension of universal values.

For unmeasurable periods, I seem divorced [...] they could be cut apart by the merest flash of light.

Philly 23 fill in 23 filming a little load@11:11 1922

[AZZERAE]

CRIMINAL CHARGES CAN & WILL BE FILED

Yo, I got a headache, son, coz you're sucking my dick too much.