Author Topic: The Left Wing  (Read 456047 times)

Re: The Left Wing
« Reply #795 on: November 25, 2025, 09:15:04 AM »

Re: The Left Wing
« Reply #796 on: November 25, 2025, 09:24:43 AM »

Re: The Left Wing
« Reply #797 on: November 25, 2025, 05:45:01 PM »


The sitrep at present is thus: David Patrick Kelly; fingers in bottles; and threeve extraordinarily discombobulated and UNFATHOMABLY GUILTY, CAUGHT, TOTESCOOKED, &AND CATASTROPHICALLY COMPROMISED UNITED STATES ARMED FORCES SERVICE MEMBERS.

Wonder of wonders: I've turned out to be exceptionally skilled and unfathomably gifted in the practice of my chosen profession. For when I, in an extremely clever and terrificly subtle manner, arranged events to unfold according to The Plan — MY PLAN, >KÏ>KÊVV∅🅿️®️, and don't you ever forget — I was able to access rather special, rather *niche* particulars of certain *Special Access mEĪ-h0DZ* that, for the most part, were not presented to me with any intention of ever actually being of any legitimate or actual assistance to my life's benefit. At all. EVER.

This was not due in any respect to some corruption of the health care system, or mistaken implementation of the scientific method. I discovered that addiction medicine, in 1992, was absolutely nothing except conditioning to entrain the patient to become an addict — to come to accept chemical dependency as an unavoidable consequence — and to never, ever, believe anything but unfathomably unshakeable physical dependency as the inevitable result. No ifs, ands, or buts. Everything in society pointed to this. It was an insatiable and incurable condition. Yes, that's right, vaccinations for measles, mumps and rubella, but nothing to be known for cancer or for drug addiction except.... TREATMENT.

ANYONE QUESTIONING THIS DOGMA WAS LABELED AS “STINKING THINKING.” Let that sink in.
 
They fucking knew what happened. This was fine with them. They wanted me in the system, they wanted me brainwashed. I was required to pay huge sums of money, all of which was wasted on overpriced licensing, insurance, fines, excess fees for fucking everything, no fun, no happiness, no invitations anywhere, no friends except teetotaling snobs, shout out to Jord, oh hey what's up? Wanker. You unfathomably obtuse sleaze.

How typical of you, as soon as you show up, I leave. Nice fifth wheel dude, who paid for it? Fuck you. I know who paid for it. I FUCKING RECOGNIZED IT FROM THE PLACE WHERE HE WAS PARKED WHEN YOU BOUGHT IT FROM THE FUCKING TRUST, YOU FUCKING WANKER. THE GODDAM 4TH OR FIFTH TRAP HOUSE YOU HAD ME BLOW UP, WHICH WAS FUN, BY THE WAY. I know I could take down one of those every two weeks. For sure. I want to say the first one for 10K, I don't know how different it'll be in practiced. The one there before was fate.

Drug addicts are decent people. And yet I'm not a drug addict. If you ever give me that bullshit ever, I will fucking cut you from stem to anus. I'm not kidding. THE ADDICTION IS A LIE.

With God, anything is possible. THERE WAS NEVER ANY NEED TO LABEL ME AS A LIFE-LONG SUFFERER OF ANY SUBSTANCE ABUSE DISORDER. However...

I had been an atheist. I announced this to anyone who could tolerate listening to my little bitch-boiv whining and the misanthropic sub-guttural grunting I used to keep potential troublemakers at a distance. Chiefly amongst them: the hotties I had been legitimately fuck-crazy over, before I was suddenly surrounded by Company operatives, holy shit! My new best friend just flew over my house!

Holy shit I I love people who suddenly materialize other than nothingness around me and walk with me. Smiling and telling me that they liked me, oh my God. I feel like I want to puke right now. Just think about it. I knew I was being trafficked. You knew it was traffic. I had nothing else to do and I wanted to find out what these two were up to, and as all of you assumed that I couldn't hold myself back from going to the strip bar with the fucking 40-year-old washout Coke dealers, hello fellow kids, yeah as long as all of it was going on there was no fucking way I was going to, number one, breed; number two, put my dick into anybody without finding out what I had in terms of a disease and being sure to tell people first, number three: ever, ever believe anybody who said that they liked me, since even though nobody told me what they had giving me, I knew I had something, and everyone else knew too, and people were hired to transduce me, because I wasn't an instant trip to prison.

Jord: Don't ever defame me like that ever again, or you're off the team. You won't get any more new stuff, you won't get the new formula, you won't get stuff that lets you do what I do, you already don't get stuff to let you do it, you can't do what I do, you sociopathic Oinkerton thug.

I'm only gonna tell you this one time: put my Godblessed schweinhund hood rat family BACK INTO THE RIGHT BODIES, THE ONES THEY WERE BORN WITH, DO I REALLY HAVE TO SAY THIS?

TITS GO ON THE MOTHER, OR DICK GOES IN YOUR SISTER. TONIGHT. AND I DO MEAN TONIGHT. I WILL TAKE MY TYME. I WILL CROSS THAT BRIDGE. I WILL BURN THAT MUFFIN.

I WILL TELL HER HOW YOU SET HER UP WITH A 60-YEAR PRISON THREAT, TRAFFICKED HER NOUVEAU RIÇHE ASS, HER VIRGIN ASS, OVER TO “VICTOR,” COURSE I HEARD THAT. COURSE I KNEW WHO IT WAS. OF COURSE THERE ARE TWO RUE BEAN :Ë:z.

Vincent. Victor. Vic tore :Ë:⁷s ass. She's not your sister. Anyway, she's your timeclone. Now, she's my timetwat. (Take my dick!

You need to know this: the risk of Sudden Inadvertent Blender Seizure, (S.I.B.S.) will always be with us. I don't think I can trust you with your sister's tits, Jordan. *claimed* Holy shit! I love planning things out.

Just give us the gas. We spray ewe at lives. The spice must flower. 🌸

The hug must be below. OH MY GOD I'M SORRY,

Re: The Left Wing
« Reply #798 on: November 25, 2025, 08:03:01 PM »


Mike Kuczi:
How would you know if he cared? Sometimes the kindest thing a person can do for another, is to leave them sitting in the big pile of shit that they made for themselves, and just walk away.

Additionally, has it occurred to you that all the things you see about people are not anything to do with the people but are instead created by a think tank in order to mold your perception to what you want to believe?

I think what you're confused by is that you imagine that Melania Trump is not leading the country at many times of the day, and I don't know why anyone imagines that the business of presidents in the United States involves sit in front of the camera and making googly eyes. There's a lot of stuff that goes around.

Not that I'm an expert, but I am quite well experienced in managing my public perception. For example, for the last 5 years I've been deliberately making myself look like a complete idiot with a drug problem and unfathomably bottomless lack of understanding as to the nature of my situation.

The truth is quite simple: abuse of psychotic kidnapping rape Lords trapped in the midst of a methamphetamine psychosis neurotransmitter reuptake withdrawal cycle, have no fucking clue what's going on in the real world, they can't think they can't understand. They don't know what the fuck's going on. They're basically completely fucked and they have no idea what's going on. This makes it remarkably easy to manage their perceptions.

At least it's easy for me. I suppose some people would have difficulty looking like an idiot for 5 years because they're vainglorious spurt guards who think the way the president looks on TV matters to anybody except a bunch of other glorious spurge yards. Initially, talking shit about the leader or the country. Just as a random aside in a telegram group, one wouldn't think that would have a big impact, but it really does.

For example, I just wrote all this, just to tell the person who wrote the bot that's doing something stupid that the person wrote the bot is somebody stupid, probably a hostile foreign that wants to destabilize American freedoms. There's plenty of people who hate American freedoms.

YEAH, THAT'S BECAUSE THEY'RE AWESOME.

Having said that, I would imagine the kind of person who runs a bot in a eurocentric trash chat where people talk smack about things as cover for their secret clientisted messages that they send to their other secret Gladys and operatives, you do. It's just a bunch of bullshit that you dip your toe into sling, your smack or travel your whores or plan your overthrow over your puny, marginally successful regional governments.

None of you have anything as useful as the United States Constitution. If you did, you wouldn't sit around trying to destroy what others have, so you can feel better about what kind of crap you get. If you have something better, you would probably be in the position to realize that judging a book by its cover is pretty stupid. Even for ewe.

I mentioned this because a lot of this sprue chat is artificially generated by monitoring metadata of users, and since I'm supposed to be a big supporter of Mr. Trump, and I'm supposed to be on the edge of being dispared by lack of success, and I'm hopefully going to be killing myself soon. According to some, I see that the bot has said something stupid, without punctuation, and in a manner that's guaranteed to get a rise out of somebody who gives a rat's ass about any sort of authentic communication.

Obviously most people in here don't. That's because it's run by Kirsten Paul who's a crazed junkie rockhound operative for either csis or company, and she thought it'd be a good idea to steal a magic Sapphire from me under false pretenses and then travel the world for 12 years. Buying and selling real estate during my name, and then show up one day on the phone using a vocoder to sound different and imagine that I wasn't going to recognize her, and that I was going to give a shit about her opinion as to what kind of medical health they need care with.

She is one goddamn stupid fucking salty piece of work, because she's military property, she's a Canadian colors, and I don't know how they do things in Canada but they don't do them. Very smart, because nobody bothered to tell her that when when Jack star, destroy your dreams, gives you a magic black sapphire and tells you it's enchanted, you probably don't Even listen. You probably didn't hear. And if she did hear, clearly, Kirsten and Elizabeth Hall did not think anything of what I had to say.

That's part of the charm of working in disguise. The more I'm told what I am not, the more I become Who I Truly Am.

.•Ī•.∆Ⓜ️.a.§our€Errør TīT∆N. Arguably, and technically by definition, I'm the Jewish antidemicurge Christ, which sounds ludicrous and pretentious kind, which I think makes it even funnier. Since only because my cock has been circumcised in one of the 17 secret ways that the Jews cut dick, may I be a serger without losing my mind. Or some sort of condition, or curse, or status that the Jews are discovered with their their technologies that they don't share with anybody, and don't tell stories about with anybody, they know. Explain themselves, they just tell people to cut dicks at a certain way and then people do it because they're fucking stupid.

Or because they owe money. Or because they worship the magickal j∞. No shame in it. If they're already Jewish, they're likely to continue being Jewish, which means further entrenching of one's belief in some stupid joke religion, I don't mean to be too rude, but nothing that they tell people about Judaism is literally useful or appropriate or meaningful or accurate about Jew Life.

These are a collective group of people that are so goddamn secret. Happy, they have 17 seeker ways to cut the dick, and which one does. What is an even bigger secret, and then no one told me about all this, they just cut my dick off and then expected me to figure out what to do, and then we're disappointed when I didn't do what they wanted or do it quickly or do it financially impressively.

This was not because I'm lazy.

This is because I don't blindly follow the lies of liars, and while the good books is to honor thy mother and father, I find that to honor a person best. It can often mean to call them out of their bullshit and mention that they're completely out of their fucking mind.

For example: my father told me that I was stupid to use cannabis. I told him that he had no idea what he was talking about. He got frustrated at that, and then walked away. Because I guess I pegged him. He had no idea what the fuck the deal was, because nobody ever gave him any, because I guess he couldn't be trusted.

And I guess he was kind of an asshole. That'll really put the cork in any kind of professional gig, if a person is asshole, they're not going to be very tolerated in any workplace no matter how skilled they are.

Whereas in my case, I'm probably the nicest person living alive today. I'm the hardest working man in divination that has ever lived. I'm calm and polite and personable, and in my off time I tracked down rape demons and make their lives a living fucking hell. (Standards.) Unsurprisingly the average age rape demon does not care for my existence, my presence, or might continue to drawing breath.

And that's just too fucking bad, maybe they shouldn't rape children. Technically when one lies, one is raping the truth.

I was never able to get a straight story out of my parents, I always thought I'd have time when they were on their deathbed, but they both arranged to be incommunicado at the end of their life, which really made their their death a lot simpler than it would have been otherwise, because I had a whole bunch of questions that I was saving up to ask them when they were lying in bed and they couldn't get away and I could refrain from shaking the bed or if their neck, and I don't think I had any doubts that I could have, but I'm sure that they would have failed to be calm and relaxed about it.

The day I found out that my father couldn't remember why my cock was supposed to be cut in one of the 17 secret ways the Jews have to cut dick, you remember that he did it there away, but he doesn't remember why he was told that, he didn't think to ask.

He didn't think to ask. He remembered to cut the dick, but he didn't remember to ask why, and then he acted like that was not important.

Not going to lie: that triggered a 3-day question and answer session, where most the questions were posed thusly: “Are you out of your fucking mind? How could you have expected me to make money? I should have stolen your dick!”

Nice little fact: around age 73-ish, my father was talked into an adult circumcision. Yeah, I'm sure it hurt.

They gave him a lifetime scrip for opioids. He thought it was a good deal. Of course he did.

Towards the end of his life, my mother came to me, nearly in tears. “Michael, I need you to go down to the Safeway™ pharmacy and ask for more pills for your father.” She was late 70’s. She was a needle dependent type 1 diabetic. She used up to six needles a day. Needles all over the house!

And I had never been asked this question before. I was aghast. “Why don't you go get a federal felony charge today? What am I supposed to say, fill this bag?” I've never told a lie to a pharmacist in my life.

Here's what she tells me: “ I've already tried. I've been there too many times, I don't know what I'm going to do if my father keeps drinking,” yeah note the typo. I'm pretty sure I'm with her.

Kirsten: If I catch you telling more lies about me. The loss that you're going to face is going to be beyond your ability to comprehend. Do not test me. I already think you should go to Guantanamo, and not for an open house timeshare seminar. I want you to consider something:

You lied to me, you stole from me, and you're still alive? This is probably an oversight. Fair warning.

THERE WAS NO HUPPA. YOUR ARGUMENTS ARE INVALID.

YOU LIED TO ME. THERE IS NO OVEN HOT ENOUGH. SCRAM, ROCK JUNKHOOR. YOU FUCKING BLEW IT, AND YOU CAN TAKE ORIT WITH YOU BECAUSE HER ATTITUDE IS SHIT. SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE THINKS I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FUCKING STOP.


WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO STOP ARE THE PEOPLE WHO USE THE INTERNET TO SPY ON ME AND TRACK ME WITH MY METADATA AND LIGHT ME UP LIKE A CHRISTMAS TREE WHENEVER I GO IN PUBLIC IT LOOK LIKE WHENEVER I FUCKING LOOK LIKE, BECAUSE NOT ONLY ARE PEOPLE BIGOT FUCKING STUPID DRUG MULEING WHORES, AS WELL AS BARELY COMPETENT CHEMISTS, SHIT YOU CAN'T EVEN SMOKE WEED. BUT YOU'RE GOING TO TELL ME WHAT I CAN DO.

YEAH YOU'RE MY KIND OF GIRL ALL RIGHT. TOO BAD YOU'RE A RUDE BITCH WHO LIES. LIKE I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW THIS IS NOT CLEAR TO YOU: I DON'T LIKE BULLIES WHO LIE TO ME AND STEAL MY SHIT, AND IF YOU THINK I OWE YOU MONEY THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE A DUMB FUCKING WHORE.

SORRY. NOT SORRY. WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU THINK I DID IN LIFE I DIDN'T DO IT AND EVEN IF I DID, SO WHAT? YOU'RE MARRIED. GO BE AN ADULTERER WITH THE SKINNY TWINKTWAT THIEF AND SNOODLE ALL FUCKING NIGHT FOR ALL I GIVE A FUCK.

ALSO: I FEEL LIKE SENDING YOUR FATHER TO PRISON. (Standards.) BITCH YOU PLAYED ONE SONG AND THEN YOU LIED ABOUT IT AND THEN YOU LIED TO ME AND THEN YOU DISAPPEARED AND THEN YOU WENT AND FUCKING DID ALL SHIT LOADS OF DRUGS AND THEN WHINE AND CRY BY YOU CAN'T FUCKING SMOKE WEED, YOU CAN FUCKING SMOKE WEED FUCKING SET IT ON FUCKING FIRE AND FUCKING POUND IT UP YOUR ASS.

I DON'T GIVE A SHIT HOW HOT YOU ARE. YOU LIED TO ME. YOU'RE DONE. ALSO:


YOU WERE TOO STUPID TO TELL ME THE TRUTH EVER. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT MORONS WERE DOING, SO HOW IS YOU GETTING BUSTED MY FAULT, AND MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN DOING CRIME IF YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE GETTING BUSTED. FUCK AT THIS POINT I FEEL RIDICULOUS FOR HAVING GIVEN YOU THE TIME OF DAY.

REMINDER: NEVER A HOT ENOUGH OVEN. ALSO YOUR MOTHER IS A WHORE. NOT SVETLANA. I LOVE HER. AND IF SHE NEEDS ME TO NOT SMOKE SOMETHING, SHE WOULD PROBABLY BE POLITE ABOUT IT, WHEREAS YOU ARE A WHINY BITCH BABY LOSER WHO SAYS THE WRONG THING AT THE WRONG TIME WHEN YOU MEAN THE OPPOSITE, I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS FUCKING REBUS RIDDLE GAME YOU DON'T EVEN FUCKING LIKE ME AND YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING KILL ME ANYWAY.

HERE'S AN IDEA: WHY DON'T YOU MAKE ANOTHER OLD FRIEND OUT OF THE SPEAR PEAT MOSS YOU MAKE FUCKING GOLEMS OUT OF. THEN YOU CAN HAVE A FRIEND AND A GARDENER.

YEAH YOU'RE BANNED FROM THE HOUSE. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU'RE FUCKING BORSCHT IS ROYAL PURPLE.

WHAT PART OF YOU'RE TOO STUPID TO KNOW HOW TO DO DRUGS CORRECTLY ARE YOU UNFAMILIAR WITH? PRO TIP: IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO NOT GET BUSTED YOU PROBABLY SHOULDN'T FUCKING DO THINGS THAT GET YOU BUSTED WITH DRUGS AND THEN YOU DON'T EVEN FUCK IT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT, YOU PROBABLY DON'T EVEN LIKE MUSIC THAT DOESN'T VIRTUE SINGLE YOUR ISLAMIC BROTHERHOOD CONTACTS.

ADDITIONALLY YOU'RE SIMPLY LYING ABOUT STAYING HERE, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I'M HERE YOU'RE SO FUCKING STUPID YOU THINK THAT I'M TRYING TO GET HIGH AND LAID. BABY I DON'T GET HIGH. I DON'T GET LAID. I SOLVE CRIMES, BITCH.

YOU PERPETRATE THEM AND THEN HIDE. WE ARE NOT THE SAME. TELL ANDREW HE CAN USE HIS OWN WALKMAN. REMINDER: YOUR COUNTRY SUCKS, I'M SICK OF YOUR LIES AND BULLSHIT, I HOPE THEY BUST YOU FOR SOMEBODY ELSE'S CRIMES TOO. YOU HAVE THE DEMEANOR.

DON'T HAVE PERMISSION. GOOD DAY, SOW BRRR TITS. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU FUCKING TRANSFORM INTO OPTIMUS PRIME WEARING A FUCKING LEOTARD. IF YOU THINK THAT I WANTED TO HIDE DRUG USE AND FAILED, YOU WERE ONE STUPID BITCH.


CRYBABYCRY. BY THE WAY I SAVED YOUR CHILDREN. YOU DON'T GET TO SEE THEM. FUCK YOU. ONCE YOU JUICE YOURSELF UP WITH SOME ASS CANCER MEDICINE, YOU CAN GO BACK TO FEELING MORALLY SUPERIOR WHILE YOU GO TO YOUR FUCKING PARTY HOUSE. WHICH, INCIDENTALLY, I NEVER WANTED TO FIND.

IF YOU DIDN'T TELL ME. MUST HAVE BEEN SOME PARTY. PROBABLY OUT OF MY PRICE RANGE. BY THE WAY WITH TWO PHONE CALLS AND THE WILL OF THE GODS I CAN START MANUFACTURING AND SELLING CRYSTAL METHAMPHETAMINE ANY FUCKING TIME I WANT TO. LEGALLY. LAWFULLY. TAXABLE. SHIT LOADS OF MONEY FOR DOING BARELY NOTHING. YEAH I'M PRETTY GOOD SECURITY YOU FUCKING DUMB BITCH. I CAN EVEN SPELL IT.

I AM YOUR FRIEND. I WAS YOUR TARGETED INDIVIDUAL. IF YOU WANT TO BE PERCEIVED AS A PERSON WITH EMPATHY, YOU SHOULD PROBABLY HAVE FUCKING EMPATHY. MAYBE YOU CAN SPEND TIME WITH SOMEBODY WHO ISN'T A LYING FUCKING STEALING JUNKIE ROCKHOUND JEWHOOR. OR IS SHE THE OTHER ONE YOU'RE ALLOWED TO TALK TO? WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE A PALADIN COME AND FUCKING SAVE YOUR WIDE LITHUANIAN ASS. I'M SURE YOU CAN FIND ONE FOR FREE.

REMINDER THAT BITCH YOU CALL A HUSBAND IS GOING TO PRISON AS SOON AS I CAN FUCKING FIGURE IT OUT HOW TO GET OUT AND PUSH. YOU'RE BOTH SO FUCKING STUPID I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING BELIEVE I EVER FUCKING RAN INTO EITHER OF YOU.

STEALING FROM ME IS FINE BUT HEAVEN FORFEND I GET HIGH. YOU'RE AN IDIOT.

I NEVER EVEN SAW CRYSTAL METH UNTIL AFTER THE AMBUSH, YOU WERE DOING IT ALL THE TIME SO NOW YOU'RE JUST BITCHING BECAUSE I CAN DO IT OPENLY AND YOU CAN'T BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING SHY EVIL FUCKING PERSON WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO BREAK THE LAW? IS IT BECAUSE YOU CAN'T READ OR YOU'RE JUST A DESTRUCTIVE WHORE? HOLD THAT THOUGHT WHILE I BURN THIS BRIDGE — YOU NEVER HAD FUCK ALL TO SAY TO ME ANYWAY UNLESS YOU WANTED MONEY OR INTEL. WHY DON'T YOU JUST GET A TEDDY RUXPIN DOLL? IT JUST SITS THERE AND MUMBLES AND DOESN'T FUCK, JUST LIKE YOU. THINK OF THE CHOPSTICK SANDWICH YOU CAN MAKE.

TL;DR: BY THE WAY, YOUR CRYSTAL SUCKS. IT STILL LASTS 4 DAYS THOUGH. OH MY GOD IS IT A SECRET THAT YOU'RE A COOK, WELL IT WAS ALSO A SECRET THAT I FUCKING KNEW YOU AT ALL.

YOU'RE FIRE 🔥 D


TARBAY OUTμ

Re: The Left Wing
« Reply #799 on: November 25, 2025, 08:57:56 PM »


Quiet, Piggy.

Re: The Left Wing
« Reply #800 on: November 25, 2025, 11:02:53 PM »
Quiet, Piggy.

I'm calling Shakena Godbolt and I will light your ass up to whatever degree I so choose. You have no power over me.

You mean everything to me. I meant nothing to μou. Also, μour drug abuse is pathetic and staged. Weak.

Re: The Left Wing
« Reply #801 on: November 26, 2025, 02:10:20 AM »

Re: The Left Wing
« Reply #802 on: November 26, 2025, 07:28:58 PM »

Re: The Left Wing
« Reply #803 on: November 27, 2025, 10:55:05 PM »




I'll allow it. However:

#1) The owls are not what they seem.
#2) By the time SWAT is mobilized, the intended targets will be hot-swapped with the decoy citizens.
#3) Observation, at this time in The Anne-Alls of Creation, is the ideal defense posture and aids immeasurably in the preparation for Future Offenses.
#4) Spiritual War. This time will *NEVER* come again for the U.S. Citizens need to understand: WE!HAVE!WON!..
#5) &AND, as soon as this fact is announced through the mass mainstream media... another War Cycle begins anew.


IT.NEVER.ENDS. Arrest is a waste of resources and time on a planet where everyone is already entangled in The Grid. Literally the entire planet is an open-air PRISON. It has been for several years.

ENJOY THE SHOW. It won't last forever... for The War in Heaven is for all Eternity. It is no small thing. js

Re: The Left Wing
« Reply #804 on: November 27, 2025, 11:10:29 PM »


IMAGINE MY OILED-UP FLOP:e:SOGGY MAN-TITS MAKING THAT thwap-thwap-thawp NOISE YOU HATE AS I MINDLESSLY THRUST AGAINST YOUR MINDLESS, CHIMPBRAINED BOD AND ITS BODACIOUS TA-TAS. JUST THINK OF IT.

* Worthauger has not "worked out" even so much AS EVEN ONCE in about thirty Earth years.


I'm saving myself for someone spe cial. /waitflex


READ SIEGE.
READ WYRM.

REED. SIS TAR EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE //. Break command not recognized.

Re: The Left Wing
« Reply #805 on: November 27, 2025, 11:18:34 PM »
I'm calling Shakena Godbolt

I lied. No further important news. I love what you wore to the Safeway today -- you were neither way nor safe, so I walked right on by with barely any exposure of recognition.

I know how much you love hate that. The truth is, I *always* see you... and then, I walk right on by with barely any exposure of recognition. (Standards.) Sometimes, NGL: I duck around a corner and LITERALLY SPRINT AWAY. You are that goddam hot.

To mE! 2 me, I'm saying here. Look, I know you're not getting paid to pursue me. That's why I want you too.

YOU pay ME. DEAL with IT.


ZUGZWANG. (I'd rather see you naked and ashamed than be breadcrumbed again; and, you lied to me. squeeze, squeeze. EWE WILL PAY THE TOLL.)

Re: The Left Wing
« Reply #806 on: November 27, 2025, 11:26:39 PM »
hxxps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWsCX8GLyx0
"The Entire Plot Just Got Exposed"

You are very fortunate to be chosen for such a simple role as Class KLown KCan AErie. Kelly, you were almost always my favorite.

Now: you're a bird. CAGE OR NO CAGE. It's that hot new gameshow that plays after Homonym (in some media markets. Not available on Jwawem.)


You are Dorn{a/e} and are both brilliant Ops and since you both want my manflesh, it seems strange that... neither of you can *ever* figure out how to kcLose the deal. How odd is that? Pretty fucking odd. IT'S BEEN A FUCKING DECADE SINCE MY 'RENTS HAVE DIED.

AND YET MYSTERIOUSLY... NO SALE. What am *I* waiting for, eh? eh? How about you bring me a goddam F(r)esca(TM) and we can listen to Electric Six records in my room and pray/talk about it? No? Awwwww.

Sow lazy. So, sow lazy. Adieu. (If you take the top off, ewe will find the ammunition inside. Point two-five calber. Whore.)

Re: The Left Wing
« Reply #807 on: November 28, 2025, 02:45:08 AM »
I’ve identified your point man on the street:



Walls. Closing. In.

Re: The Left Wing
« Reply #808 on: November 28, 2025, 07:25:45 AM »
Walls. Closing. In.

throw more loightsaber cry-stall down the wells on the Bridge level
throw more loightsaber cry-stall down all the wells on the Bridge level!

SEND! MORE! CRY-STALLS!