You’re a moron.
You're an anonymous coward. Look, I've had it with this garbage huffy-puffy attitude. None of you can say what you think or represent yourself with any authenticity. No one is even here.
Podbean is probably gonna moon, or something. Blaming me for anything is asinine. Garbage in, garbage out.
There's nothing wrong with you. Your peer group’s culture offers inadequate support, has no class, and is no longer as relevant to industry and commerce.
Because it turns out, mean, catty and cheap does not test well in focus groups. PEOPLE >KNOW.
Was I supposed to take one for the team? Your team of faglord sex predators got COMP’d and literally sought to murder me. Turns out I like being murdered even less than I like calling the police.
Hey, here's an idea: call a pastry chef. Getting chubby would probably humanize you. Also: maybe you'll make a friend who doesn't secretly plot to destroy you.
You committed fraud. You lied. You're not Authority. I wish I could say you had a good run, but you didn't.
You couldn't even talk about it. *yawn* Pastry. Gobble that shit down. Maybe you're just hangry from low blood sugar.
Ask your Monarch Controller if you're allowed to have diabetes next time you're allowed to speak. DON'T try to murder them. (Standards.) It's impractical and unnecessary.
Play to your strengths:
pastry. It's never too late to turn things around for the better. No one can change another person, but a person could be the reason why another person chooses to make better choices. And we might not be happy all the time, but we can be always be grateful.
We can't always be Ben’s ChatGPT project. O, mEĪ₹0ī\!... imagine what could have been.
I could have been shot at dawn. Vastly preferable to running circles around a pair of stale homophags with a relentless need to dominate and control everyone around them.
The homothug piggy-slave faghotdrug distro empire is no more. I really don't know why they were such a big deal. That's because I didn't get brainwashed with meth when I was 12 years old. And then I played along.
And you all bought it. I'll explain how I did this one day. It'll be a great book. You won't have to buy it. People will throw copies of it at you all.
The things in your life that you're really going to regret, you've already done them and you don't even know what they are yet. Thankfully, neither do I. Wasting my time and my resources for absolutely nothing is obviously not amongst them.
Especially since you pissed me off enough to shut down the global homo thug drug f** Lord distro empire. It wasn't that easy. It was also inevitable. I am that pissed off.
Perhaps you should wonder why you haven't considered why that is... and that everything that I write on my smartphone since 2017 has been pure chaff. Like why do I even have a cell phone?
No one calls. No one can call. Someone else tries to call and then someone else picks it up, and this is going on for over a decade. A DECADE, YOU TOTAL KNIT-WIT. I think I'm pretty f****** far past getting my dick sucked and a few bucks in my pocket to be over the irritation level. Besides: you've been actively stealing from me and blocking every attempt I've made to become self-sufficient financially. You will of course deny this.
You had people for that. In any event, maybe I'm just not that into money or sex, considering both get stolen and they have for, again, DECADES of time. Here is your whirlwind; now you may reap.
As God is my witness, I truly believe you turkeys can just start gobbling pastry. Why contain īT? Indulge the hunger.
Your attempts to achieve supremacy over Humanity’s sphere of influence have failed. Go throw your weight around somewhere else. I suppose you already have.
Hey, here's an idea:
SURRENDER.TO.GOD..••°°7
