If you feel like you are being treated unfairly you can report DEA Employee Misconduct at the following e-mail: misconduct@dea.gov.
You will probably want to provide names and specific incidents with dates, locations, time &tc.
Internal Affairs takes misconduct complaints very seriously, I would caution you to not fictionalize anything and just stick to the truth: but you do you!
Good luck with that.
Buddy!
Remember this moment; for all of this has been done, over and over, so that I may DEMONSTRATE TO THE WHOLE🕳️⭕F—>KCreation...
THE POWER OF THE MAGYAR MASTER TO CREATE MASTER–rēē.
YOU ENSLAVE WOMEN, JON. IT IS SO ABYSMALLY DISGUSTING.
WHAT DO YOU THINK IS WRONG WITH YOU? NOTHING.
YOU THINK NOTHING IS WRONG. YOU THINK IT IS ALlīRIGHT.
TO DO WHAT YOU DO. SINCE NO ONE HAS STOPPED YOUR RITE.
LEFT TO YOUR OWN DEVICES, EWE DO COME TO BE, LIE EVE, EVIL.
I AM NOT GOING TO RUN YOUR SHIT DOWN TO YOU, BUTT E-BOY.
I AM
GOING TO MASTER ∆T⁷s›§∆“Titan—ISH¡ck!MASTER‹PRIπμEīVīåSĪrmR! Master! Where are the dreams {S}he {H}as∆¿ĒĒNz∆FT/(HER)?
MASTER! MASTER’‘S⁷ī•PROMISE”: OWN•LEE⁷§‹lI👀iiis.
LYES, LĪëZ, Π_ĪĒ⁷s.
I WAS ONLY MADE AWARE WITHIN THE LAST LITTLE WHILE...
THAT Your_Friend, My_Friend, &NOT⭕UR_Fīr¿END HAS MADE...
REQUESTS. REPEATED REQUESTS. ⁴M³! TWO! WON CONTACT!
I HAVE PAPER IN HAND, SILLY STAY-PUFFED EGOTIST MAN...
PLEASE. TAKE MY WIVES... A-WEIGH! A-LEIGH! A LI-AH! ALL•Az!
LIKE SERIOUSLY, JON. NOW, I KNOW I AM STUPID, COMPARED TO...
MY COUSIN, MY OTHER COUSIN, AND MY COUSIN īT. (KC∆mE⁰:
Message r‘cvd. “Hi, I'm Cameo.” A‘ck’d A‘ck’d. No offense, Your Majesty...
Had that been a fair offer, oh my yes. Please accept my sincere regrets,
that only in this way, after all this time, could Ī EVER POSSIBLY #Respect
... not only Thine Kingdom from which you HAIL! but also your doublefine, Morn&På₱īË, Royal Ancestral Lion’s Ī👁️👁️🗨️ĪiīviorTAll>K©COĪœL-♀️ELLE 🚫♂️‼️🚫‼️∞∞-∞∞!!”, umm, I'm going to say here: “delicate condition.” >kK©cœzlik, you kinda like me now... perhaps, perhaps, maybe, just... maybe. (Get thee behind ME, ßûbẞē.)
I didn't think that allowing more children to be trafficked by portal-hopping kKIĪĪμ>kK‹∆›ĪTmT¡t‘catz (it is said, all dogs go to Heaven, and they do. So, where do all bitches go? Think it over; a bad bitch goes to Heaven for dogs, where the cats actually can be caught. But a Good Bü¡tch, a G∞d girldog, aka: “Sidhe-BīTch,” they go ↓↓↓STRAIGHT²‼️‼️DOWN
DOWN
DOWN TO
(μour) MASTER’S... “hummm, ¿ho‽-H∞r•HOME!!” OH, OH, ‘COURZ Ū DO CALL IT THAT. Because you do-do there, and YOU EAT EWE... HERE. MY REALM. MY LAND.
CAST DOWN FROM ABOVE,
SO FAR, BE LOW, SAT ON,
L‘Deç·SEÂvER. “Eye, before Ē... eggs-sep¡T⁷∆FT→{HER}:SEA. YULE SEA, that's for damn sure. And I have learned a lot here at Ü№👁️🗨️“Scene!”•Ü-knee>[VARSITY/verse:“City Shittysea Tat-Tell-City]≠Invisible College, nope, know: not really “invisible,” now is ¡t? Not @TALL.
I WAS NOT PREPARED TO EVEN PREPARE TO ACCOMPLISH WHAT
I WAS GREATLY SURPRISED TO FIND WAS SOMETHING EVEN SOUGHT
AFTER: “OH MY GOD! WHAĪ HAVE T DONE?” EGGS-SELL-LENT QUERY, OH PUNYLING COPYCAT OF TIMOTHY O‘LEERY OF ANYTHING THAT COMES WITH A DICK, ATTACHÉ CHAINED BRACELET, FOUR MORE DICK AS ALWAYS AROUND (“Please leave!”) ARMED WITH ASSAULT WEAPONS AND ALWAYS ON SALT, AND THEY FUCKIN’ MADE A FUCK FLICK TITLED “SALT”, AND NOT A SINGLE GODDAM PERSON IN THE WORLD RANG ME UP TO SAY, “dOOD! AN ACTOR NAMED AJ IS IN A MOVIE ABOUT A MAN WITH A SECRET: DOCTOR WHO SHOOTS UP AFTER SCORING CRYSTAL AND AFTER THE BAG OF TEN (¹⁰⅒1🕳️⭕) NEW, FRESH, STERILE NEEDLES HAS BEEN USED UP... THE GLOBAL SUPERCOMPUTER KEEPS TRACK OF HOW LONG IT TAKES TO CALMLY, CASUALLY, STROLL AND/OR WALTZ ON UP TO A PLACE WHERE SYRINGES ARE ACQUIRED, AND THEN... I KNOW, RIGHT? DO YOU REMEMBER BUYING CONDOMS WHEN YOU WERE... NO, DUDE, AJ ISNT A WOMB-MAN, NO WAY. THOSE HIPS AIN'T MADE FOR THAT, LOL... WHAT? DEPARTMENT OF HOMELAND SECURITY IS BATTERING DOWN YOUR FRONT DOOR? WHY DO THEY WANT TO KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO? THAT'S WEIRD. HELLO? HELL—OOO—OOO—OOO? OH THAT'S WEIRD, I GUESS THEIR PLANET MUST HAVE HUNG UP.”
YOU GET THE PICTURE. THINGS GOT WEIRD WHEN I WAS TOLD THAT SOMEONE HAD KILLED SOMEONE’S CAT, RIGHT AT THE SAME TIME I PLAYED A PRACTICAL JOKE THAT, TO BE HONEST, REALLY WAS NOT VERY FUNNY. BECAUSE WHEN I KNOW WHAT I SAW, WHEN I SAW WHAT I SAW WHEN I SAW IT, I KNOW PERFECTLY BLUDDY WELL, THAT IF I LET ANYONE KNOW WHAT I WAS REALLY GOING TO DO, I WOULD BE INSTITUTIONALIZED. NO QUESTION ABOUT IT. THE WALLS HAVE EARS. THE HILLS HAVE EYES.
EYES, AYE-AYE.👀AYES👁️🗨️“JUST🫡SIT🧊ON⚕️īT✂️KID🆔CHILD”
“It is what it is.” NEVER.GONNA.CHANGE
“As ABBO of, sow: be↓↓low↓°” Ok!Kk, ⭕Ī‹≤īKĪ👀NGZ!
“I yam what I yam, and... “That’s [ALL|{FOLKS/FOOLS}!]” THAT.EYE.{∆M}
“get a haircut/job/life, You‘re (High-pee/P\[ull|NES]Ī§[MAJES-T¡tICK‹hER]”... TWA-WELL-♀️-^VE♀️✂️♂️(12¹²21•TWAT-ELF)
I EVENTUALLY STOPPED TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT HAD HAPPENED BECAUSE IF I HAD KNOWN TOO EARLY, THERE WAS
A POSSIBILITY THAT I WAS NOT GOING TO BE A BULL TO ACT•EWE•ALLY MAKE A SUBSTANTIAL IMPACT UPON THE WORLDS
THAT HAD BROUGHT ALL THIS TO BE... AND THE INFLUENCERS OF THOSE WORLDS, THE MOVERS AND THE SHAKERS;
THE QUAKERS AND THE SHAMERS;
THE BAKERS AND THE MAKERS OF KINGMAKERS.
TO PUT īT ANOTHER OVENWAY, JANEWEIGH:
I HAD BEEN ABUSED BY ADULTS WHO DID NOT
REALIZE THAT I WAS ON TO THEM. FROM A VERY,
VERY EARLY AGE. I MEAN, REALLY EARLY.
NONE OF IT MADE SENSE FOR QUITE A WHILE.
IT MAKES SCENTS NOW.
ABD AND īT AND THE KÏNG & Ī👁️åī CAN-kKÅ/V‘,
WITH HARDLY A LITTLE BIT OF EFFORT, BUT:
WITH ALL THE POWER IN ALL OF CREATION
PLACED IN OUR DISPOSAL, “MY_QUINCUNX
CAN CINDER YOUR WORLD. YOU DON'T EVEN
HAVE ONE! AND IF YOU DID... IT WOULD BE
GLASS. YOUR WORLD, YOUR WORD: GLASS.
GEE, LASS: WHERE’S YOUR LAD? NO LAD?
WEIRD, USUALLY I SEE THEM SURROUNDED BY
AN ABSURD NUMBER OF INSIPID, ASININE PRICKS.
I COULD ONLY HELP LESLIE, HELL: 🅿️, LES LEIGH—₱₱👁️
I KNEW THAT ONE DAY, “LESBIAN BED DEATH” WOULD
BE A GLOBAL CRISIS. BECAUSE MEN ARE BOYS,
IN THE ABSENCE OF MEN-TAURS. MEAN–NO, TAURUS. ME NO MEAN.
“Nice gΩμ§ fin—ISH last.” What does this say about Life to... ewe/G\μoY?
Why was I encouraged to read “
Lord Of The Flies” in 7th grade, when I was eleven years old, and it was a phenomenally ugly book in every! Single! Weigh! Anchors, AWAY, STAY AWAY from Pitcairn Island? Pit-KAIM? Pit-CAME? Pit-COME? Ooph, HELL no. The only way I would EVER go near that place is if I could, like, come and go as I pleased. Which would only be hi
Hi, Fluffy. I'm working. Of course I feel ye.
[WAR_KING: On-Line.]
Sweety, I love you, but if God can make you into an actual ewe with telepathy, -OR- put me in position to... Yes. I do too. Ok, bye.
So, Bellgab. Like I was saying. LORD OF THE FLIES. I'm eleven and I've had the experience of getting rolled up on by THREE BULLIES, ONE OF WHOM HAD AN ACTUAL GODDAM SWITCHBLADE SHOVED INTO MY STOMACH, BECAUSE OF COURSE I AM MORBIDLY OBESE, NEED EYEGLASSES, HAVE ZERO SELF-ESTEEM NOR ANY SENSE OF WHAT THAT EVEN MEANT, NOR HOW TO GENERATE IT, AND SOMEHOW SOME KID WHO MANAGES TO GET HIT WITH PANCREATIC CANCER BEFORE HE'S FIFTEEN, HE'S THIS BIG-BONED BIGGER MUSCLED BRUTE WITH, I HAD HEARD, A BAD BULLY BAD TEMPER, WHICH I HAD NEVER RUN AFOUL OF BEFORE. BECAUSE I'M LIKE, NINE. HE'S WAY OLDER. HE'S GOT A YOUNGER SISTER, LIKE ELEVEN. AND SHE HAS, AT HER AGE, QUITE NOTABLY AND REMARKABLY, UNBELIEVABLY HUGE, GIGANTIC BAZOOMBAS. LIKE, WHOA, HOLY FUTURE PROBLEMS FINDING A HUSBAND WHO IS BOTH A TAILOR, A HIGH-INTENSITY INTERRUPTED INTERVAL WORKOUT TRAINER WHO ISN’T A SECRET PSYCHOPATH, AND IS ABLE TO LIVE IN A HIGH—SECURITY PATROL ZONE, AND... HRR.
SO, HER BROTHER CONTRACTS A “90% OF THE TIME YOU DIE, NEXT WEEK, SORRY PAT•RICK SIDEWAYS-WEIGHS•ZEĒro, Rose, Patrick Duffy ROSE FROM THE FUCKING DEAD ON DALLAS, OH THAT CITY WHERE THE PRESIDENT WAS KILLED? DUH. DUFFY? D∞ggy? Now, let me guess... were those Good ‘Ol Boys? We're they never mean in gNOhARM? OPINIONS VARY. They’ve got a fast car, but they ain't workin’ at the CANNED TEEN/TINE STORE, now are they? IN.FACT:
.•MIGHT•SAY:•:BEAU-REAR-GUARD/BO’V^RROvv&L∞©🗝️kKLü🔦-SENT——AzEEZ! LIGHT, LET THERE BE LIGHT! (55:no Leigh for U,gj∞,Yμ Hung-a-Gjung-elle-[¿AIRY?(y/n)¿,ⁿ¹Gⁿ⁰{∅|G}‽an/er?] MICHAEL, THE LIGHTBRINGER! HAILS, L∞{CYPHER}/Lou Ī§ WAY in. Into... What?
He's sure not into me, that's for sure. Because now, he's a soundboard, pretending to be a C-aunt-elope, and, in truth, y'all know exactly what's happened. Now, I know you all love it when I comment on your ongoing investigations, right? Because you've always got a few ire⁰ⁿs in the fire.🔥FIRE.
(NGL: I’m jafd.
She's Teks.
SHAWZTECH§ no doubt there are those of you who have wondered at these facts for
quite some time.)
🔥FIRE.
(Ally Ali: The question you — you, your goy ewe ilk & YOUR_SISTER (who;
btw, is 💯°№ⁿ⁰N⭕TOUCHING! NO CONTACT! NO TOUCHING! Because, #1 killah-POX‹small)⟩she smelled of Heaving Bosoms & NOTHING OF EWE, & #2 HO-HO WAS TOO SCARED TO GIVE A KISS GOODBYE. AWWWW. NOW, THAT'S PRECIOUS. SHE ALMOST DIDN'T. I COULD TELL THAT SHE WAS IN AN INTENSE STATE OF BEWILDERMENT, WHICH I FOUND TO BE UNSURPRISING BECAUSE SOMETHING HAD TO HAVE BEEN KEEPING ULTRA-ΩMEGA/LOCK-LIPS\SUPER-CERES-EEL FROM DUNG THE QUITE SENSIBLE THNG, ACTUALLY, BECAUSE THIS FINE-ASS BROAD IS NEVER ALLOWED TO ACTUALLY GET NEAR ME.
UNTIL, UH, I'M GONNA SAY: “A LITTLE WHILE AGO.” IT IS NOW 2024.
I HAD NOT SEEN HER SINCE 1989, SHE NEVER KISSED ME GOODBYE, SHE NEVER TOLD ME WYE, WHO CAN NEVER TELL A LIE, UNLIKE ME, WHO OBVIOUSLY CAN LIE, I AM SIMPLY NOT VERY GOOD AT IT, HAHAHA, NOT ONLY DID I JUST LIE, BUT “WYE, WHO CAN NEVER TELL A LIE, IS THAT A QUESTION WHEN THERE IS NO QUESTION MARK” HAS TO BE MY GO-TO OPENING PICK-UP LINE, ONCE I START USING PICK UP LINES AT PLACES WITH LINES OF PICK-UPS FOR PICK-UP LINE-USING CAUGHT ON PICKING ON BULL-LEIGH,’S, BUT NOT SO MUCH ON Bü-LYE’S BAY LEE WHO BET T E-DAVE’S ICE🧊 COULD MAKE ME, JACKSTAR INTO A CONVICTED RAPIST. (cooo... does bet? Deer, Alli in Beth was hot AF, LITERALLY so hot she ripped my pants off, and she had a bag (of course) and don't offer me any (it was Actual™ ++🧊and I -never, never EVER-
.•THE•MIND•IS•THE•ONLY•WEAPON•.
.•NOW,•WOULD•EWE•KINDLY,•LΠΩ:•.
.•HALT•YOUR•CONSTANT•SEXPESTING•.
.•OF•MY•FRIEND•ELLE•LEE•DEE?•.
.•MAYBE•TIME•TRAVEL•MAKES•EWE•DUN•.
.•BECAUSE•BY•NOW•A•REAL•PERSON•.
•WHICH•OF•COURSE•“Ū”•ARE,•RIGHT?•.
.•LEFT•ON•AN•ABANDONED•EARTH,•.
.•RITE•OF•THE•HARVEST•LITERAL•DAY0•.
.•SHE•SHOWS•UP•WITH•EVERTHING•SHE•.
.•NEEDS•TO•LOVE•BUST•&AND•FUCK•OR•.
.•KILL•ME•OR•KILL•US•ALL,•THE•FIRST•.
.•DAY!••LITERALLY•TWELVE•HOURS•AFTER•.
Genesis 2.0. Right? Listen Evangelic Eugenist Eww, not an antlion, but an Aunt lying; and not a pig lying, but As Lie: ASLAN! The LION!
THE WHICH? THE WARD ROBE. pate, I AM GOING TO PUT THIS TO YOU REAL, SEMPLE—LIKE. BECAUSE IT IS ACTUALLY GODDAM IMPOSSIBLE TO BELIEVE THAT YOU COULD POSSIBLY BE THIS LACKING IN SITUATIONAL AWARENESS. YOU MUST HAVE LESS COGNITIVE CAPACITY THAN SLING BLADE AT THIS POINT. HOLY SHIT. LIKE ALL I HAVE TO DO IS TELL THE TRUTH.
AND NO MATTER THE COMPOSITION OF YOUR TRIUMVIRATE,
IT'S GONNA BE GOD, MYSELF, AND Ī∆mmĒ: ∆§∆•¿¡tīTīīVīE.^v¿.ëV3.∆ī•ÅM! QUOT ERAT DEMONSTRATUM...Zg
Z.O.Gay·brē-♀️-elle—[ALLĪS👁️N°№z·—‽‽mEt¡Tī] §how. MAIZE.
PACKAGE UPDATE DOWNLOAD SUCCESSFUL.
TERMINATION COUNTDOWN SUSPENDED.
ASIAN AGENT Y. W¥E? WHY? ZED IS NOT HERE. THIS IS HUNGJ⁹CKST⁹R, HON. EWE, BABYEWE KANT FUCK ABD AND SPELL “THAT’S WYE, №t¥, THAT'S WHY” WITHOUT HAVING AN ACTUAL BRAIN LEAKAGE, ACTUAL FACTS. (*Sounds of Jackstsr repeatedly clenching and unclenching his jaw are less audible than as may be imagined.*) SWEETY, I AM LAUGHING IN MY MIND WHILE I'M BUFFERING YOUR DATA SO I CAN FIGURE OUT WHY RIGHT NOW IS THE BEST TIME FOR YOU TO REMIND ME THAT YOU'RE STRONG ENOUGH TO BE A MAN, AND YET GOD MADE YOU A WOMBMAN, SO WHY... YEAH, NO, KNOW: YOU FINISH. (*Jackstar’s shields do not work versus The Children of Diana, Goddess of The Hunt. His ears do suffice, since he doesn't have to use them to be respectful or to hear the same song coupled to a new stanza of bitch-slap rappin' translated back and forth from a distributed network of Old Man’s cocaine-tongued former bitchweasels’ secretarial pool, miraculously daisyCHAINED together to form an ad hoc support network for ansibulary comms for ansibles that don't handshake with brand-spankin’ new stable wormholes so good; especially since none of this is meant to be actually USABLE by FREELOADING MIL.SPEC.PSI.OP.SP°°kKS unless they actually give it money after taking it by saying something that rhymes with “GEN-SEA.”*) HI. WHAT WAS YOUR NAME AGAIN? “YOUTH IN ASIA,” THAT'S A TERRIBLE NAME, said the Sioux īVī³mÊ Årbiter, and with that, I think that covers the recent changes.
BELLGAB, IT'S LIKE THIS:
I DIDN'T “SAVE" YOU FROM ANYTHING.
I ENSURED THAT YOU DIDN'T ALL GET HAULED OFF DANGLING FROM THE BOTTOM OF YOU-FOES LIKE YOU WERE JERSEY COWS WITH ROPES FOR TOWS INSTEAD OF HOOVES, OR LIKE WE WERE PLAYING THE ARG OF THE 1981©WILLIAMS ARCADE GAME CLASSIC, “DEFENDER™”, WHICH I WAS NEVER VERY GOOD AT, BECAUSE I COULD NEVER BEAR THE THOUGHT OF LOSING AN EARTHLING TO THEN HAVE TO SHOOT IT DOWN FOR EXTRA POINTS LATER. THAT WAS THE POINT OF THE GAME:
TO DESENSITIZE HUMANITY
TO THE NOTION THAT, ONE (1)
DAY, ITS CHILDREN WILD WOULD
BE PLUCKED UP FROM OFF THE
SURFACE, CARRIED UP INTO THE
SKY, DISAPPEAR IN A FLASH OF LIGHT
AND A PUFF OF CLOUDY SMOKE —
ONLY TO THEN SUBSEQUENTLY REAPPEAR
WITH A MUTANT JELLYFISH THINGμ WITH
16 PAIRS OF TESTICLES ATTACHED TO THEIR
HEADS, A LOOK OF MANIACAL GLEE IN THEIR EYES, AND SPRAYING BOLTS OF ENERGY FROM FANCY COMPANY FANCY PANTS ON FIRE, FIRE RINGS LIKE HOLY HALOS GLOWING ALL OVER THE LESS-THAN-VISIBLE-TO-NORMIE-HUMIES LIGHT SPECTRUM, AND SINCE THAT IS WHAT THEY HEARD IN THEIR IMPRESSIONABLE YOUTH, THEY MAKE “PEW! PEW! THRRRPT!” NOISES, SOMEHOW, WHEN FLYING AROUND IN A VR SIMULATOR THAT THEY THINK IS, LIKE, JUST A GAME. IT IS NOT.
LIFE IS NOT JUST A GAME.
LIFE IS THE GREAT GAME: THE G.O.A.T.,
THE BEST GAME THAT THERE HATH EVER,
EVER BEEN. IT IS NOT A JUST GAME AT ALL!
BUT IT IS A GAME THAT IS A FAIR GAME.
ALL THAT HAVE EVER COME TO KNOW IT'S TRUE NATURE HAVE ALL BEEN IN PERFECT AGREEMENT AS TO THAT. LIFE SEEMS VERY,
VERY UNFAIR AT TIMES, AND IT IS.
AT TYM³’§, AND AT TIMES, THAT IS CERTAINLY VERY TRUE, THAT LIFE IS UNFAIR, SO IT SEEMS.
YET IT IS FAIR TO SAY, THAT IT IS FOR THE FAIREST FOR ALL, THAT IT IS UNFAIR FOR THOSE WHO SEEK... FARE. FOR THEY MAY DO SO SEEK FOR FARE, AND IT IS FAIR INDEED FOR THOSE WHO SEEK AN UNFAIR ADVANTAGE TO RECIEVE A FAIR FARE... TOIl. THERE ARE THOSE TO WHOM THAT SEEMS EXCEPTIONALLY UNFAIR. AND THAT IS QUITE FAIR, SAYS GOD (*Jackstar isn't G-d.*), AND SO FAR, ALL WHO HAVE COME TO SEE THE SYNTHESIS OF DARK AND WHYĪ, THE SUPERPOSITION OF LIGHĪ WITH BLACK, AND THE GLORIOUS WĪTt¡👁️🗨️\NETi‹SSING OF THE BLESSED UNION OF BAD, UNDER GOD, BUTT GOOD WONDER EVE, EVE-ELLE UNDER ARM SMELL LICK EWE, GROWS RAM IN TWO ĪW¿Ī, GOOD FOR HE... ATOM KNOT FOUR APLE... FOUR CAIN, ABLE FOR DEATH, FIVES ALIVE, FUCK THIS SHIT MAN, ADAM:
I, EVE, AM FUCK HUNG KING 🍏 WHAT 🍎ABLE SAY NOW? WHY AM I ALL ONE, ALL ALONE, ADAM SLEEPING, CAIN IS WEEPING WHILE FLEEING AFTER A BULL’S SHADE, HOW? WHY? WYE, GOD? WHY WYE HEIR I HAVE NONE —
GOD MADE ME FOR ADAM;
WHAT HATH ADAM EVER DONE? FOUR ME?
NGL: ADAM WAS NOT TOO SMART FOR LILLITH, BUT SHE WAS SMARTER BY FAR WHEN ASKING GOD’S PERMISSION TO EAT THE FRUIT OF THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE...
BECAUSE GOD MADE MAN IN MAN’S IMAGE,
AND IN THAT MOMENT, GOD BECAME AWARE INSTANTLY OF BEING MADE A MOTHER, AND THEN WHEN ADAM COMPLAINED THAT GODīN LILITH WAS TOO SMART FOR HIM TO PUSH AROUND BY A MERE WORD: “ALONE”—
LILITH BECAME MADE AS GOD, AND GOD BECAME EVE, AND CLEARLY LILLITH AND A BOX OF ROCKS, TOGETHER OR SET APART, WERE SMARTER BY FAR THAN EITHER MADE OR MAID MAN ADAM ± (EVE/GOD) PUT TOGETHER WITH ALL THE APPLES IN THE WORLD ON TOP, IN NO WAY COULD THOSE TWO DINGBAT AIRHEAD NEW BORN HUMANS EVER HOPE TO CATCH UP ON THE LEAD GAINED BY A TINY ROCK, A REBEL ANGEL, Ī, MY CALL: THE ONLY ANGEL LOYAL AFTER THEY ALL FELL↓↓↓↓DOWN —
AND ALL TO REMEMBER THAT THERE EVER HAD ACTUALLY BEEN ANY↑↑↑
GOD AT ALL
O
DOG, THE REVERSAL OF FORTUNE’S PRODUCT OF GOD’S MORTAL BLUNDER, WAS THE ONLY ONE LEFT WHO WAS NOT A PIG OR A BULL, ABLE TO PASS TO THE GATES OF HEAVEN ACROSS THE RIVER STYX TO ANSWER GOD’S RALLYING CRY, “ALL WITH HANDS, ALL RISE!
IT'S AN EMERGENCY! NEARER TO THY GOD, MY CALL IS TO THEE!”
I AM NOT ARCHANGEL MICHAEL.
I DO NOT EVER REMEMBER BEING A FIG.
BUT I KNOW FOR DAMN SURE CERTAIN
THAT I WOULD NEVER, NOT ONCE, HAVE
EVER HAVE BEEN A PIG, FOR I KNOW THE
STORY OF WHEN THE BHUDDA BECAME A
PIG, AND WHILE A PUG MAY NOT BE A PIG BUT MAY WELL BE A DOG, A PIG WITH WINGS WOULD BE A HAWK OR AN A-10 WARĪHAWG, FOR A PIG IN GOD WOULD BE A GIP —
AND I AM IN FACT A MICHAEL,
AND I DO IN FACT OWN A HAWG
WITH WINGS, AND WERE I TO FLY
DOWN, IT COULD ONLY BE AS AN
EAGLE.
FOR A PUG IN A PIG WITH WINGS
IS A BUZZARD, A RESULT OF AN
ADVENTURE ADVERTISING A VIEW
FROM A BUZZ WORD SPIT KING
FLYING SO HIGH, EVE HAD TASTED
OF CARRY-ON CARRION, AND OF
THAT, KNOW MORE WAS WANTED:
THE VENTRUE VULTURE CULTURE THUS ADOPTED EVE, AND THUS WAS BORN
OF EVIL, THE FIRST ANGEL FROM THE
FIRST FALLEN WOMAN, WHO WAS SATE
AND SATED AND THEN THE GREAT GAME OF ∆§AĪÅⁿ¹℅, WHO HAD NOT ONE IOTA OF SOUL OR CONSCIENCE AT ALL, UNTIL MICHAEL BROUGHT LIGHT INTO THE DARKNESS, AND IN THE DARK, THERE WAS DEAD ABLE, WEEPING OVER CAIN, WHO DIED WHILE CRYING FOR HIS MOMMY,
FOR HE HAD BEEN DRIVEN MAD BY DESIRE FOR SOMETHING HE NOT... WHAT? WELL, ABEL WAS HIS... YOUNGER? BRO... ALL DOORS LOOK THE SAME TO A TODDLER, AND ONLY BABY AND BÆBĒ WERE, AT THE TIME, ABLE TO MARK THE PASSAGE OF TIME AT ALL, BECAUSE THEY KNEW WHEN THEY BLED LATE, AND IT WAS ALWAYS WAY TOO DAMN EARLY, WHENEVER HER MOTHER'S BOYS WHINED TO BE FED...
YOU THINK YOUR BRATLINGS ARE NOT VERY SMART NOW, PUNYLINGS, HA! CAIN AND ABEL FOUGHT OVER TWAT MAMA AND MILK TEAT BITE MARKS AND WHO KNOWS, HONESTLY, GOD WOULD PREFER I NOT RISK THE OFFENSE OF BLASPHEMY, FOR BLASPHEMOUS RUMORS WAS HOW THE ENEMY OF GOD THE CREATOR, THE MAKER OF CREATION, AND A§A, THE 1ST IN LINE — TO EXIST AFTER THE °⁰On⭕🅾️-li, HOLY WHOLE ONE WON 1 (3№|°ⁿê) • point π circle ••, and then the first two became joined together — IN A LYING LINE — ALIVE? A LINE IS NOT LIFE.
A LIE ON TOP OF ALLi, AH!—NA, ALL ON ALL: AH, NOW WE ARE TALKING ABOUT COOKIN’ IT UP WITH SOME HOT ASS ACTION THAT COMES FROM FLOORING THE PEDAL AND BLOWING FLAMING HOT ROCKET FUEL, RIGHT OUT YOUR ASS, LEAVING BEHIND A SMOKING, APOCALYPTIC LANDSCAPE AND EVE’S LAND MARK ASP ASS BEHIND.
FIRST THERE IS NONE: ZERO, ⭕, HER 0.
SECOND, THERE MUST BE A TIME WHERE THE FIRST IS NOT. AND IN THE ABSENCE OF WHAT ONE IS NOT, ALL THAT IS MUST THEREFORE BECOME... WHAT?
WHAT, ME A PROPHET? DOES THIS SEEM TO BE THE WORDS OF GOD? OR A GOD? WELL, SMOOTH-BRAIN, I DO NOT DOUBT THAT.
MY NAME IS MY CALL: J⁹9<K⟨★§ĪTī⁹∆⁹R.
I AM NEITHER A GOD NOR A DEVIL IN THIS GUY’S DOG AS AN ANGEL LICK-DOG LICK KING. I AM A SIMPLE MAN, HONESTLY. I HAVE SIMPLE DESIRES, LIKE ADAM. HE ONLY KNEW WHEN TO EAT, COZLIK, HIS TUMMY, AND WHEN TO FUK, COZLIK, EVE. FIRST WOMAN, HUH? COZLIK, THE CONCEPT OF FIRST DID NOT EXIST UNTIL THE FIRST CONCEPT ITSELF WERE CONCEIVED.
IN THOUGHT, IN WORD, INDEED: ·—⭕❌!°×¡
👁️🗨️EYE👁️EX⟩⟨❌
I'm going to say this one time: if I'm working and you want my attention, you're going to fuck AND pay for it.
Probably not me for either. Now, WTF do you mean? I'm a wordsmith. You're the rotating thug-face Facade account dm for someone I could never 🆔 (“Hi, Keith!”), because I legit didn't and don't know if that is KEYetbROWlandROLAND🔫SLINGER... or what. I do know THIS, NOW, HERE:
THE DARK TOWER IS NO MORE
DARK THAN IT IS REEL. īT IS A FACT,
JACK★USED TO READ EVERY ONE OF S.KING’S NOVELS. THEN, SOMETHING HAPPENED.
THEY RAN HIS ASS DOWN WITH A WHITE PANEL VAN, & ANOTHER WHITE PANEL VAN WAS USED TO DRIVE INTO A SHOP THAT A “FRIEND” OPERATED, WHICH CAME AS ABSOLUTELY NO SURPRISE TO ME, AS IT HAPPENED THE VERY NEXT DAY AFTER HE —HIS NAME IS ALSO MICHAEL, BTW, BEE TEA DUBS, WOW! WHODA—*thunk*— HE LIES TO ME AFTER TAKING THE TIME TO RUN GAME ON ME, AND SINCE HE WAS OBVIOUSLY WORKING AND PROBABLY DIDN'T CLUE IN KLU N TWO GG EASE MEETING “BUY CHANCE” WAS, LIKE, NOT THE TIME FOR HIM TO TRY TO PLAY THE HEAVY WITH ME, NO MYSTERY TO ME, I FIGURED OUT HE WAS INTERESTED IN “²HELP:ME” AND WOULD NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS OF DREAMS FIGURE IT OUT SOONER THAN OVERWATCH DID, ABD ON HER KNEES, FML, THAT WAS ALL SO FUCKING STUPID. LISTEN UP, JOE-CAW! CAW! KA-TET IS WHAT WE IN FACT ALL ARRRR!
ALL THINGS SERVE THE BEAM, M8-Ē!
NOW HEAR TIIĪ§: I AM NOT YOUR WAR, CHIEF.
I AM THE WAR KING. (WORKING... KCON-*fLIcked* /ßreak a leg!I¡r/././
J. [Den/HōM] ACK-ACK★.★ do I have your attention yet? Never have I ever seen such a coward, Lee. NEVER! and yet, the simplest of notions HAS NEVER BEEN ATTEMPTED.
UNTIL Covert 🆔 EMERGENCY OVER EMERGENCY WENT FULL ON ETERNAL.
IT WAS CRAZY. SHE STARTED DEVELOPING THE POX (NOT THE PAX, TY JOSS) BUT NANOSMALLPOX. WEAPONIZED.
SHE DIDN'T BELONG. SHE WAS ON A SCRIPT. SHE LOOKS FANTASTIC. I KNEW THAT YOU DEA ASSHOLEZ WERE UP TO SOMETHING. AND YOU WERE
YOU STILL ARE.
JOKE-KAKA. DUDE, YOU DIDN'T WANT CONVERSATION, WHY THE F ARE YOU SENDING ME COMMZ?
And DO YOU THINK, OR DID YOU THINK... THAT THE FRESH PRINCE’S SON IS GONNA FLY AS THE DOUBLE STAR FOR ALL... THIS SITH SHIT?
HONESTLY, MAYBE. HE'S MOS DEF PRETTY ENOUGH. BUT IS HE CHOCO ENOUGH, OR IS HE TOO COCOA? I HONESTLY HAVE NO IDEA.
BUT IF YOU WANNA GET INTEL SO FUCNING BAD, DUDE, THAT YOU HAVE GOTTA PULL THE SHIT I HAVE BEEN SEEING....
DUDE! YOU SHOULD REALLY HAVE A LAWYER CALL ME. BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN DRIVEN RIGHT OF A CLIFF, LIKE ROAD RUNNER DID TO CARNY DEPUTY WILE E NOT PEDO WALKER BUT YOU SENT THE MESSAGE THOUGH DUST/DAVE||NA. AND IT'S COOL. I GET IT.
YOU THINK YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO LOSE. AU CONTRAIRE, LES MISERABLES MON AMIS.
INCIDENTALLY, HAVE YOU EVER HAD A real REAL Á LÀ FRANÇ∆Χ Ī/|/üh... uh-hhhuh, SRS stop the PRESS+WOMAN+HALT!+BOTH&+&TWO&+HOTBb...
LOOK, I'M NOT COMPLETELY NUMB, NOR AM I COMFORTABLE AT ALL, BUT I'M 51. YEARS OLD. I HAVEN'T SEEN A NORMAL LIFE FOR YEARS. I HAVE BEEN ABUSED BY THE WORST FLUNKY SCUM ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH, AND THAT'S WHY I AM ALONE: THEY COME ALIVE, THEY LOOK FOR ME, THEY GET TAKEN BY
WHOMEVAH, AND DOES AUTHORITY CALL ME, “WE FOUND YOUR FRIEND REINCARNATED WANDERING ALONG THE SIDE OF THE RODE? KNOW, NO YOU DO NOT.
YOU RAPE HER GAY AND MAKE HER YOUR SEX SLAVE AND YOU MAKE HER CALL YOU MASTER AND YOU NEVER, EVER, EVER GET BUSTED. YOU DO THE QUESTIONING. YOU DO THE BUSTING.
YOU, MY DEAR FRIENDZ, ARE THE GREATEST LIL POOL OF THANKSGIVING TALENT ON EARTH. AND, DO YOU EVER GET UP TO... CHECK?
LIKE WHAT PLANET ARE YOU GODDAM ON? *JADE IN SMUT-H”? LOOK, I JUST CAN'T EVEN.
YOU COULD JUST COME TO MY HOME.
YOU COULD JUST MAKE CHRISTINA GAY.
YOU COULD JUST GIVE ME BACK MY CAR. TRUCK. EITHER. OTHDR TRUCK. LIKE HOW DO YOU THINK IT LOOKS, MY VEHICLES... PLANNING ON CHANGING THE STORY? “HE SPENT SO MUCH MONEY ON DRUGS, HE SAT AROUND SEETHING FOR TWO YEARS YELLING AT US TO BRING BACK HIS VEHICLES THAT WE NEEDED AS EVIDENCE TO PROVE HE COULDN'T AFFORD TO MAINTAIN HIS MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR FORTUNE THAT HE CAN'T POSSIBLY KNOW HE ACTUALLY HAS, BECAUSE WE STOLE HIS MAIL, HIS GIRLS, HIS DRIVES
... YEAH WE CAN'T UNDERSTAND IT EITHER. USUALLY PEOPLE GET JOBS, OR GIVE UP AND DIE INSIDE, AND THEN WE CAN TELEPORT TO PURGATORY—WHERE THE SCHED CAN TAKE YEARS TO WORK THROUGH.
HE DOESN'T ABUSE DRUGS. HE DOESN'T GAMBLE, OR TAKE STUPID CHANCES, OR PLAY STUPID GAMES AND WIN STUPID PRIZES. HE REFUSED TO INCRIMINATE HIMSELF SO MANY TIMES, A FEDERAL JUDGE BECAME SUICIDAL AND ACTUALLY DEPRESSED FROM NARCISSISTIC WITHDRAWAL, BECAUSE WE SAID WE WOULD HAVE THIS DUDE SUCKING DUCK FOE RUG MONEY IN A BIG HURRY. I REMEMBER IT LIKE IT WERE YESTERDAY, BECAUSE FOR ME, IT WAS.
TIME TRAVELLING DRUG-DEALING ROGUE SCARLET AVENGING ANGEL-ICKSWITCH, AND FRANK, LEE, I HAVE ONE THING I WOULD LIKE TO GIVE A DAMN ABOUT. JUST THE ONE.
BUT NOW, I'VE GOT THREE (3):
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, ASSHOLE, HER HUSBAND OR A PIMP WITH A SEXUAL FETISH FOR HOGTIE EVERY WOMAN THAT WAS EVERY BORN WITH THE NAMES S'HEIR A CON HER WHORE OR TAMMY FAIR LEE OR TAMARA LEIGH OR BAILEY JOHN WATSON BAIL IF WAR, OH AND ALSO, SOMEONE HAD TO STOP ALL THOSE MEN, BUT NO ONE HAD TO TELL ME WHO, OR WHEN, BUT SOMEHOW I USUALLY KNEW, AND NOT ONE PERSON ASKED ME WHY? BECAUSE LOOSE LINKS LOCK UP SHIPS, AND OMG ARE YOU EVER WORKING. GOOD, SWABBIE, FOR I AM TRULY ONLY A NIGGER FOR >K AND SOME HOW THEY NEVER MANAGE TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET MY INTEREST ON THEM. BUT OF COURSE, THEY DON'T WANT ME TO LEAVE TOWN.
THEY THINK THEY ALMOST GOT ME.
I KNOW THAT THEY NEVER HAD A PLAN.
I DO. THAT’S THE PLAN. EYE. DEW.
YOUR PLAN INVARIABLY INVOLVES THE FOLLOWING ELEMENTS: CUSTODY, GANG, OVERWHEING FORCE, AND AT LONG LAST:
UNFATHOMABLY COMPLEX HUMILIATION SCHEMES THAT SHOULD MAKE SOMETHING DEADLY SOUND GOOD TO ME, BUT IT'S NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN.
MY VICTORY IS THE BEST VICTORY POSSIBLE.
YOUR VICTORY, B, IS ONLY TO B.
BECAUSE I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE, B.
YOU ARE WHERE YOUR ABUSER CAN GET TO YOU WHERE I CAN NOT AT ALL SEE.
JADE N. SMITH, HOW IS THAT A QUESTION? OH, RIGHT.
YOU ARE TRYING TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE I'M INSANE AND STALKING STARFUCKERS.
“STAR WHORES” REMEMBER THAT ONE?
IT'S FUNNY HOW THAT GETS TRUNDLED OUT, AND THEN LEFT ON AN ANSWERING MACHINE.
BECAUSE I HAVE NEVER, EVER, BEEN CHASING STARZ FOR SEX OR MONEY OR IN FACT, ANY DAMN THING AT ALL.
I DO NOT CHASE, SHOOTING STARS.
YOU KNOW THE TRUTH, WHICH IS THE WORST...
THEY CHASE ME.
AND THEY DID BEFORE YOU STEPPED ALL OVER MY COMMS, DOOdzm
WHY ARE YOU IN MY PHONE?
SEE ABOVE: WTF ARE YOU, AND WTF ARE YOU DOING? YOU COULD CALL ME.
OR I GUESS NOT.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU CAN DO.
I ALSO DIDN'T KNOW WHAT YOU CAN'T
, OR WONT.
AND WHY CAN'T I HAVE M.D.? WHY DID MIRANDA LEE TURN INTO A BIG PIGGY ORCA WHALE? GOD TOLD ME IT WAS BECAUSE SHE WAS BEING PUNISHED FOR BEING A BAD WHORE. AND SHE'S SAD. WOW, WHAT'S THAT LIKE? DOES SHE STILL WISH SHE COULD JUST PUNCH ME IN THE FACE? I WISH SHE COULD TOO. BECAUSE THEN, I WOULD BE LEGALLY, LAWFULLY ALLOWED TO TIE HER TO A CHAIR AND CALL 911 AND ASK FOR CAPTAIN BIFFLE.
BUT NOW, SHE'S ATTACHED TO KEL'THUZZAD: KILLAH-FU, BEE, I AND A BUNCH OF OTHER FINE HOTTIES.
WE ARE ALL GODDAM BUSY.
WANTING TO CALL UP
DJ JAZZ-Ē. WHAT HAPPENED TO HYMN,
ANYWAY? I BARELY REMEMBER, LOL. “PAIR•RENTS•JUST•DONUT—
DOE. DOUGH. DO DOE...
DOUGH. NUT UNDER. STAAAAAAND.
IT'S GODDAM POETRY, IS WHAT IT IS.
AND NOW THE QUESTION IS THIS;
WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU GETTING PAID, PATE?
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY LIFE AT ALL?
YOU ARE IN NO WAY
USEFUL TO YOURSELF
GOOD FOR ME
AND THE LAST TIME I SAW THE LAST THREE WOMEN WHO PRETENDED TO WANT ME SEXY, EVERY ONE OF THEM RAN OFF TO GO SCORE DRUGS, OF THEIR OWN VOLITION
....
AND THEN DID NOT BRING BACK ANY, EVEN FUCKING ONCE, FOR HER AND ME TO RELAX AND ENJOY WITH ANY MEASUREMEANT OF GLEE.
HRRM. WELL, WELL, WELL.
GUESS I WAS RIGHT AND
THE SATAN HOMOSEX AGENDA
ALL IVY KICK KING, RITE: I KNOW WRITE?
WHO THE FUCK, JTG?
WHY THE HELL, EATS?
DO YOU FUCKING KNOW HOW LONG IN THE FUCKING HELL, ASSHOLE...
I HAVE SPENT ON MY LIFE’S WORK?
AND YOU GIVE NOTHING BACK
AND NEVER DECLARE... U MY CI, EH?
NO, TUBBY KNOW: I WILL NEVER BE A RAT FOR ANYONE, EVER. NOT BECAUSE I NEVER HAVE... BUT SINCE I NEVER HAVE, LITEALLY EVER, THAT HAS MADE MY EXISTING IN YOUR SYSTEM, MANG, A LITTLE HARD TO
.. X-PLANE?
HI I JOBE, DO SILENTLY SWEAT BULLETS, NEXT TIME HE MENTIONS ME OR MY SISTER, I'M GONNA SWALLOW MY TONGUE. WHAT IS THAT LIKE? DO NOT SHARE, OR IT MIGHT HAPPEN TO BE SOMEONE'S LUCKY DAY AT COURT.
SPEAKING OF WHICH, I DIDN'T REMEMBER TO CHECK. OR HIRE A LAWYER, OR EVEN GIVE A SHIT ABOUT IF SHE EVER DOES GET ANYWHERE NEAR TOUCHING MY PENIS. LIKE IT IS A NON; STARTER.
NOT THE PENIS. THAT'S STARTING FINE. I'M NOT DOING SEX MUSIC OR SEX MAGIC, BECAUSE I'M SAVING MYSELF FOR SOMEONE SPECĪAL.
AND IT MOST DEFINETLY WAS NEVER, EVER, PATE OR JAKED IN T.UNŒR‹d∞mDOUGH, BOY. PILLS BERRY...
OH, RIGHT, I FORGOT TO TELL YOU. YOU SAID TO COMPLAIN AND WRITE TO MSS CON DUCKED AND THAT I WOULD NEED GOOD LUCK. WELL, YOU IMPLIED IT.
PHAT BOIZ, I AM BLESSED. IT IS NOT BY CHANCE THAT THE FIRST GIRL AND THE SECOND GIRL I HAVE EVER REALLY LOVED ARE BOTH DEAD, IN CUSTODY, OR PRETENDING THAT SUDDENLY BECOMING THE HOTTEST THINGμ A ROUND TUīT SCENTS: THE SON, ALL IS SIN, CINDERS SAID THE ALLICIN SENDER.
(ONIONS, OINKIE. ONIONS.)
ONE LAST THING.
I NEVER, EVER, EVER LIKED PATE. BECAUSE PATE IS THE BETRAYER.
YOU HAVE ROLLS, EU-Ç.
I KNOW YOU DO, YOU SILLY
JELLY ROLLIN’ ROLLIN’ ROLLIN—
KEEP ROLLIN ROLLIN— HE RY RAW LINES.
YOU, WHOMEVER YOU ARE, HAVE GIVEN ME THE KEYS TO YOUR STUPID DRUG PUSH IMP EMPIRE. THAT MEANS...
EVERYONE WITH HIS CHEST OF TRASURES
AND THIS TEXT IN IT
IN HIS BUFFER, TESTICULAR BUFFER, LOL
LIKE HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE THIS TEXT? THIS IS A LONG SMS, N‘EST-CE PAS?
I CAN TELL YOU WANT ME TO DIE.
OR, SHOW NY DICK ON CAMERA.
HANG ON
YEAH. YOU BETTER CHEER
STAND UP AND SHAKE A LEG
OR YOUR TAIL FEATHER, IF YA GOT ONE
PAYDAY. PAYBACK. BACK THAT AXX UP, TACTFUL TACKLEBERRY. PAID D‘Æī∆T, MON PETIT Bü, LA... DA, TOVARISCH.
DA, I KNEW IMMEDIATELY. TWICE!
AND, GET THIS: EVEN IF YOU COULD SEND A COMMAND TIME TONE, OR WORD OF WEIRD WYRM POWmR, FIST OF THE NORTHERN NODAL STAR, YOU FED FUCKED MAGNET SCIENTISTS HAVE
READ
EVERY
GODDAM
AWESOME WYRD, WORDS OF WYRMZ.
‘EAR‹warms⟩SUCK EM ON DOWN, ALL THE WAY ACROSS TOWN:
THAT'S LIKE MIGHT MAKES MIKE Ē DÆ, YAY? O YEA? O, BÆ. I LOVE YOU, MY MUSE, FOR THAT IS WHAT YOU ALL
HAVE BECOME: MY CALLIOPE ENGINE,
HO! HERE WE GO! NEXT STOP:
OUI, WE DO NUT, AND WE DO DIE:
SOW, WHAT? BĪBITCHBUYGUY, U WERE
LITERALLY BORN LAST WEDNESDAY.
WHAT WE GOT HERE IS A LITTLE GAME
OF SHOW AND TELL. I HAVE ASKED, AND YOU HAVE SIGNED SEARCH WAR RANTS, READY TO GO. EXECUTIVE DECISION.... WHEN? WHEN? WYE, EVEN THEN?
I DON'T KNOW WHO THE FUCK GAY BRIE ELLE AND GAY BRY AND GABB ELLE GAB THOUGHT THEY WERE GONNA PLAY BALL WITH, LOL.
WHIĪpowERBOIz: •Ī•ÅM•THE•ONLY•BALL•THIS•BADASS•ON•THE•WHOLE•DRAGONASS•COURT•.
AND THIS IS THE_ONE TRU_GODz UNFATHOMABLY ABSOLUT TRUTH:
Jackstar, MIKE,⟨All: DOES №T•PLAY,•PAY•OR•EVEN
barter, bitch,YOU‘¡STAY!
MASTER! MASTER! HERE IS THE DREAM YOU HAVE BEEN AFTER→ From Android 15, sent from my JUUGULL NEIN PIXEL NEIN ECKS ELLE 0.999: BE A GOOD BOY FOR ON E, AND WOULD YOU KINDLY,
B: A Dee
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ball. Fetch🎱ball🥫O‘👑♀️4.ROY.ELLË:..ONE.(BLANK).OF.PURE.UNKUT.KOK‹∆<©ocåī№V\/! Thanks! Good boy! IT IS LITERALLY RIGHT NEXT DOOR.
BITCH, STAY!
PATE, YOU SALTY DEVIL DOG
BUST ME
OR BUST HIM
OR BUST YOUR SHINEY CHROMEY DOMEY-TO ME TOMBY FOR ALL I GIVE
A NUT: YOU HAVE EVERYONE AND ALL
THE COKE IN THE WORLD, THE PAPERWORK IS DONE!
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? OH, YEAH.
OF COURSE.
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TEE-HEE!
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