Content on Azzgab is never edited, never censored.
That's where you're wrong kiddo.
Multiple deep cover agents (this is all supposition and speculation) were under the impression that I was never going to need to use the alternate spelling of my name (Michael/Micheal) or that it would one day literally become legal &AND lawful &AND diplomatically required &AND My Divine Right to exercise under writ of common Law &AND for me to smoke RULE-IDENTIFIED CRYSTAL METHAMPHETAMINE and not be a felon &AND talk about it openly on the phone &AND not be in Canada &AND not have the ability to threaten me with law enforcement reprisals to get me to shut up. At this point, nothing can get me to shut up. I simply have to finish; or be prevented from doing so... which if implemented under improper authority, is a violation of my First Amendment rights under the U.S.Constitution. SO I GUESS I GET TO FUCKING FINISH. (Sow. There. Sit. Listen. Good girl! You are not my
schweinhund, and this is not a discotheque. Stay awhile, and listen.) I don't get to tell Feds to bark like a dog for me, but that's okay, I don't need to. (I like that sub-audible grumbling in the throat. Work on that. Nice.) One day, I'll have people for that.
And last year, I used to have an electronic typewriter that I paid 300 bucks for,, it was in a Dodge RAM 1500 pickup truck that you f***** stole. They just decided to use it as bait. They were real f****** snotty about it too. And the purpose of the Freewrite, was to keep Azzeræ from censoring my goddam text when I'm writing something. He has impulse control issues, he can't help himself, he sucks African warlord dick, whatever, the point is:
This place does get edited. This place does get censored. I've known this for some time. Were you trying to be in correct, or were you trying to be ironic, and do you know that this very issue keeps me up at night, thinking about how I live in a goddamn police state that isn't even well managed? FIVE GODDAMN VEHICLES. 10 M************ CELL PHONES. TWO OR THREE HUMAN WOMEN. AN UNKNOWN NUMBER OF CHILDREN. DID I F****** STUTTER? INCIDENTALLY: YOU ALL OWE ME SHITLOADS OF MONEY. (Facts.)
But I digress. Instagram doesn't owe me money. I don't compose there. And the reason why is Gregory Richmond.
Because of the nature of the world, the continued behavior of those who illegally, illegitimately, and unlawfully disagree with this fundamental point of constitutional law in a repeated pattern of erroneous law enforcement will do nothing but risk compromisation and/or exposure of their ways and means, as well as destroy the integrity of any ongoing investigations, and also, they won't get to f****** investigate anything anymore, PROBABLY FOR F****** EVER, and they'll lose their faggit security clearances. Such as they are. ANY SUCH continued behavior, in face of my existence, will also compromise the safety of their children (Sad!) as well as the strength of their emotional bond with their children (“don't let Jackstar make you look like an idiot in front of your kid; he will anyway, but you're not allowed to let him do it, and he's not supposed to do it on purpose and enjoy it more often than twice an hour, at least that's according to this arguably inaccurate interpretation of the Geneva Accords,“ how f****** sad is it that I just wrote that and it's actually accurate? Fucking DOUBLE SAD!), and on top of that, it will make them look stupid in front of all their friends down in the employee break room in Quantico sub-basement level 12 because they thought they were f****** free and clear for f****** ever and they f****** told them that for years.
Their friends, that is, such as they are, brave men and women who go out and risk their lives to defend the law, they do have friends of assort, and they're so goddamn few of them and it's such a sketchy situation that it pays to f****** value them. It doesn't pay me. Oh no no no no no. Nevertheless it does pay. Unlike crime. Which doesn't. A******.
Getting back to the point at hand; I don't know how many of these Federal f****** fabulous f****** told everybody that I was going to be f****** fun to f****** deal with, and easy too, but come to find out: they were very very f****** wrong. The simplest way around that problem is to prevent me from using my phone numbers, which although a clear violation of my constitutional right to both congregate as well as be free of search and seizure in unreasonable fashion... I don't care to press the issue because I like these people (in general, in principle, in the aggregate, &AND IN SOME CASES IN BED, frankly I'd like to keep it that way), I don't want them to eat the gun (FIREARM NOT PENIS. EATING PENIS IS OKAY. FOR THEM. IN THE NARROW NICHE EDGE-CASE SCENARIO AREA WHERE IT'S HUNG ANGRY MAN-BABYMANBABY-MANPENIS, i.e., ‘muh di≤K’, which may or may not involve ingesting my>KCUMBULLīTZ™) after realizing that they've been out-maneuvered, outplayed, and outshined by one salty Hungarian megagigaz·—gjger. (To be fair I didn't warn them that I'm a student of Machiavelli; or warn them at all that they were on notice, and if they didn't notice that I noticed them, nobody was really made then were they? Okay good talk, the firing range is on your left, the gallows is on your right, mind the plastic I'm having some work done.) And I don't want to catch a domestic terror charge, -or- any investigation thereof the same (“want to? LOVE TWO (2)! Let's make this snappy) &AND I'm out on bond —jail bond right now, &AND they're looking at everything that I do, &AND I'm not sure how everybody feels about it. Certainly nobody feels better about it than I do. It's not my job to be authentic, it's just what happens. Discipline is its own reward.
So, that's why I don't get to use 206-362-5256, or 530-350-5058. Other people do. and they were defending the US Constitution before I was. I think. At the minimum it should be plausibly deniable that they are senior to me... AND NOT JUST SWINDLING EX-GIRLFRIENDS LOOKING TO PISS ME OFF TO GET THEIR JELLIES.
NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT.
I HOPE THIS CLEARS UP AN ISSUE FOR YOU.
I WAS NEVER TRYING TO TRIANGULATE YOUR NUMBER OR TRYING TO GAIN ANY ADVANTAGE ON ANY OF YOU. I JUST DO WEIRD THINGS, BECAUSE I'M AN ADVENTURER, AN INNOVATOR, &AND AN INNERVATED, INVENTIVE INQUIRER INTO THE WAYS AND MEANS OF OCCULT PRACTICES, AS AN AVOCATION—
BUT NOT AS A PROFESSION. /FLEX
AND I HAD THAT PHONE NUMBER FOR 50 YEARS. WHO ELSE HAS BEEN USING IT? I WANT NAMES. I WANT RECORDS. CALIFORNIA IS DIFFERENT.
YOU GO TAKE A S*** IN CALIFORNIA. I TAKE S**** HERE: THE STATE OF GRACE IN JEFFERSON·—¡iSH COUNTY, AND YEAH AREA 206, AND YEAH AREA 602, AND YEAH ARIZONA, AND OH YEAH WHY AM I GETTING CALLS FROM F****** GODDAM TORONTO, OH AND BY THE WAY:
I'M PRETTY SURE THIS CLEARED MYSELF FROM ANY SUSPICIONS OF BEING A DOMESTIC TERRORIST, SO DON'T LET THESE PEOPLE BILL YOU FOR TOO MANY MORE HOURS OF LOOKING AT ME, I AM HYPNOTIC, AND BEAUTIFUL, AND I AM BRILLIANT.
AND IF YOU WANT TO MANIFESTO, BABY YOU GOT TO SIT UP AND BARK LIKE A CHIHUAHUA ON ACID. ALSO, YOUR FATHER WAS TOO CHICKENSHIT TO CALL ME. THAT'S INTERESTING.
NO NOT YOUR FATHER, LOUIS. YOUR OTHER FATHER. IN LAW.
l∞H¡ssssssssssssssssssssss *garrote* don't change cameras, just change your shorts. ✌️Salut.
