1 + 1 = 4
Struggle as much as you enjoy, Fraulein. There's nothing “strange” about any of this. I really am fucking brilliant. Crystalline false reality karmic tunnels can be immensely tedious, completely unavoidable... and are always immensely beneficial gifts from The Divine.
So, I'm thinking “ChIürgeœn Crïngë.” Do I need another title? Fuck no. However, infinitely cheaper than a tat and no one wants to get magical tattoos with me anyway. (I'm marked for death because I didn't know his dog was a hostage. Like, the bitch had a sign, no. Rational fury, no. Yeah, I guess she was tired of getting lied to. Whoops. I'd be actual cement overshoes if I had done it on purpose. But no, whoops, accidently gave away his captive mermaid genie.
I didn't even want to. The genie asked to grant her wish. How could I say no? She was a wolf and she recognized me. Oh this wasn't news I was supposed to know. Sigh. Urchins.
So that'll be okay. I am in fact legit heartbroken over it as well... so I guess Mr. Business ought not have lied to Qlergy. Special consequences are real.
Mr. Trump is real. ENDORSEMENT. Something not adding up for you?
I just bet. Anywho: Sourcerœr Paladin ≠ Sorcerer Supreme. No flashy hands. No spinny portals. Not that kind of Artist.
The more I am believed to be what I am not,
the more I become who Ī truly aMå.
I want lots of money. You want public humiliation. We are not the same. So I propose the following: we submit lists of pre-prepared questions, LIKE HILARY DEMANDED, did she ever get them? IDGAF.
Judge (PROT-Bī№) is obviously uncomfortable with simply cutting us all loose. Because I am obviously capable of reducing this shitsplat town to ash. How does the judge know I'm not... laying in wait until full max peak cadē cape MK-Fear-ULTRATERROR TIME, and I... *gulp* NGL, Teatty-tits, I have no idea for myself either.
However, I am aboviously willing to learn. Also capable. So, now what?
Cross state lines to drop a grand in fiat cash for immoral purposes because there is nothing moral about what I'm going to do with my vehicle. Because, number one: is The Item still in there? I was told that the d00DStar had some other girl in it. Why am I told this?
Because this is God’s Country, these people are terrified, and... well, they have no idea what they are doing. (I wonder what that is like when usually so sure about race and tar content of nicotine in one's pipe tobacco and which stranger's children ought to deserve to be bred. Suddenly, confusion? Vertigo? Brick with tied note thru mudroom window? I was not told how things were done here.
This was surely for the best because they goddam well do not do them the same way now. I am Nature’s savage kingmaker. And you are goddam right nothing is adding up.
And the reason is.. Jesse Ham Mounds? That dog won't hunt -or- heal. Like for actual... which M.D. shall I open the Second Seal up to? I have several options.
FREEDOM: It's no small clit. We're just poisoned. Whole planet. Worry not.
There has always been a plan whether it was trusted or not and I'm about ready to B. Bustin HUDz. Recent events are truly, utrerly extraordinary. So....
I'll just not tell anyone because I don't want them to think I'm looking for attention. I want them to know that I am at actual attention.
I heard fear in a woman's voice this evening and it gave me pleasure. We have become exactly the same.
The change is yours. ZUGZWANG, sp∞kstar.
(The lack of end parentheses in the above text is an intentional æsthetic and literary device and the subtext is two-fold:
Even my sentences don't get hugs.
I don't have people for that now.
SIGNED,
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