God, doesn't it look terrible when I make a really really long forum post and I don't bother to correct the spelling and grammar, like at all?
Well, that's just what I feel like putting out. Similarly I guess your podcast isn't a podcast anymore. That is legit too bad.
I guess sometimes things don't work out the way we expect. I guess sometimes that happens a lot more often when people just casually lie to everybody whenever they fucking feel like it in order to advance their obscenely grotesque personal agendas.
Shit, I do that, but I must tell you, it works out much better when one advances own obscenely personal agenda, with actual true statements.
Try and see? I mean I don't know if you have to get permission from anybody else first, but it's just a suggesting, you might want to try and just not always lying as a habit, and consider that they might be possible to go another route with a little bit more effort.
Sorry if it feels like I'm condescending or bossing you around, you fucking ridiculous goddamn liar, lol.
Hey, how's your friend? Either of them? Never mind, don't tell me anything like that it's really not my business and it was rude of me to ask.
Obviously I was just cuttying favor, but then I realized it's only rude when I asked about other people's acquaintances, and when people ask me about the people that I know and the facts they're of, I'm expected to kick down all the information immediately with no questions given and response to the questions and if I argue or complain I must be hiding something or a fag. Sound familiar?
Hopefully, that didn't trigger you. I am genuinely sympathetic to your condition, whatever the hell it is, and I'm more concerned about your mental health than I am about getting more of your content, because, I think we've all noticed, and I want you to know, Metthew, we all care, but it looks like you're struggling with something difficult.
It's hard to go through a tough time alone. Let me know if you need any kind of help at all that doesn't involve blowing smoke up my ass you can get information on my contacts so you can do whatever the fuck you do with it while you're not busy plumbing. Hey what happened to the way you were going to be an insurance adjuster and you told me about how you and robiti sent subpoena's to my trustee asking about how much money was in it? Remember that?
And I still can't figure out why you making a stick figure drawing of me being raped is funny while her getting raped isn't funny at all, can you shed some light on that for me? Because I need to feel bad that that seems to be something that you think I would recognize as anything relevant to anyone's interest.
It's not supposed to actually turn my feelings or anything, is it? Or maybe be fearful that I'm going to be stalked and raped? Really didn't do any of those things. It did give me an opportunity to discover that a certain person didn't give a rat's ass about the idea of me being physically abused, but it was apparently a big deal the other way around.
God she must be a laugh riot in the safehouse cafeteria. Anyhoo... this is a great time for you to start publishing content, as I'm not going to do it for a while, I don't think it would be interpreted as anything except boasting and craving attention.
Which is what I assume it means whenever I see your little stick figure drawing. Honestly, Metthew... I think you could rebrand, that's not really a very good look for you.
Other than that, you're obviously doing really great without my help. Don't worry about me, Kato, I'll do fine without any help whatsoever.
No, really, Buddy — I think it's clear that you're out of your league at this point. Let me know if you need any help recollecting your stray butterfly or whatever.
Although, I have misplaced the goose. I am sure you don't think that is of any importance at all, so I'll just mention it and then quietly leave the thread.
Where the fuck the four of you have been doing all this time without telling me, go right ahead, keep going, it's apparently very important to everybody. Who am I to disagree?
. And who are every single one of you on this forum who seems to have completely forgotten about my extreme curious interest about what was happening in the world of my personal property between 12:24 and January 2nd. Oh, let me guess, that wouldn't be of any interest to me, right?
Well, if you say so, I mean you're also competent and responsible and clearly accountable, I really just don't need to be here at all.
I know I'm the last one left around who can still be blamed for everything with any amount of possibility, but I'm afraid that's just not going to work, and you should have known that in the first place. Nice try, though.
No matter what happens, that woman will remember that y'all promised her a better life without me and then mysteriously after getting rid of me, well... how much better is it? I'm actually glad.
It's hard for me to describe what feeling glad at this moment actually feels like, because as you know, it's very complicated but here I'll give it a shot: I'm only here posting things so that certain people will get the impression that they still have a chance to send me up the river, as well as to prevent certain people from killing themselves if I suddenly vanish.
Like, you know the girl I've been sleeping with for 5 years suddenly vanished. Now, since she hasn't given any information at all, it's probably a situation where she is found to be supporting me in a recorded format she'll be forced to endure some sort of punishment like less heroin or no lube, or they'll yell at it or something I don't actually know how these six things work, but I do know that for whatever reason she seems to think that she should give people the impression that she doesn't want to talk to me.
And she also doesn't want to talk to the prosecutor. Who, did I mention? Fled the country and mysteriously can't come back. Well he's on vacation, calling it "a flight” might be pushing it. They were talking about an airplane though.
I know for sure, because while I was grinning like a Alfred E. Newman wax statue, I was listening very carefully, and when I heard that the star witness and the man finally charges were both not showing up, I felt a great relaxation fail to come over me.
It just means she's working on some other case to screw me. It's all these people do, make up fake documents and get their secret husbands to back them up. Yawn. The more I think about it, the more I think that she deliberately set up all her stupid little friends that didn't like me out of loyalty to me, and that she didn't tell me because she didn't know if she could really trust me, because frankly once a person is infected with biobugs, they see everything that you see they hear everything you hear and you can't even whisper without a showing up on a screen.
Obviously she and her sister have been implanted a long time ago. Well, that's really not relevant right now. I don't want to make it seem like I'm trying to expose all the inner secrets of something, I'm really just explaining my own personal experience, which amounts to this:
They fled the arena and failed to face me in legitimate battle. And they told me to come back in 4 months, and said that I needed to continue to not have conversations with someone who has told me through third parties that they do wish to talk to me.
Apparently that would be bad for someone. Once again: there's an emergency. I wonder did David ever rate "an emergency?"That's probably something else he feels insecure & inadequate about.
It's too bad the three of us can't get together on a zoom meeting with a counselor, we might really be able to get some legitimate healing done. On the other hand, their health status is of no concern of mine, and if it weren't for him calling me when he feels like it and her accused of you of crimes when she feels like it, I probably would have forgot about them both long before now.
I'll let you get back to your white knighting with your specious defamations now. You're probably not going to do that group interview with me and her on your podcast, like, ever, right? Well, I'm still willing, as you know. Although, maybe you forgot. It has been quite a while.
How are your knuckles holding up with all that face-punching? Asking for a friend, just in case one ever actually shows up.
