I want to tell you in person anyway because then you can watch my eyes.
I wanna know if my pupils turn into vertical slits. I'm dead serious. I don't think Gavelina is dead. She simply can't be found... she is not dying today either.
Not every romance is this warmly nurturing as ours, or hers. Technically she was born as a product of rape, but I'm obviously very happy with being raped, at least that time.
Well, *hitches up overalls* here's where I am at:
1) Gavelina? Busy.
2) Myself, for my own part, there is no doubt she is somewhere, and... "Call to Jon." Yeah, uh... no.
3) I don't know how to boil water to make tea. I don't have a kitchen to make toast. I do alchemy, I don't do chemistry, an I have ZEROzeroZERO interest in catching a conspiracy to manufacture charge. FUCK!THAT!
4) My phones are fucked up. Totally locked down by FedsHAGSfeds & I AM FED UP WITH DEA. (Fags are kinda cute. Look, look, they think they're fooling anyone. HO HO HO: NOW I HAVE GAYDAR. UPGRADE.)
5) Well, I have already won the day! Someone buy me lunch and show me how to eat it while I fly around in someone's helicopter. (I'M SERIOUS! Get what's her nuts in a helicopter and make her try and make The New Math without The Blessing, and see what happens. I wanna see how weaktea it is, and how many decades in prison she gets. Because THEN... I can trade to get her out of prison, get her soul back, et cetera. et cetera.)
6) I don't give a fuck about any of this. ttyl, Rubini.
P.S.: *whispers.... Thunderdome break command not recognized.*
P.P.S.: I have negative 14.50 in the bank Phil has millions of dollars, multiple houses, cars, and... I still don't give a fuck. Sure, he deserves all that. YOU DO NOT.
Unless, of course... YOU. ARE. A Groundhawg. Jesus. I just wanted a hug. Fuck off, you're like a real loser, huh?
NO BLESSING
NO CONCERN
NO CHARGES
NO GODDAM BLOODTEST
JUST EXACTLY HOW DESPERATE ARE (You)?
LESS DESPERATE THAN YOU WILL BE TOMORROW THAT'S FOR SURE.
BRING ME THE HEAD OF KURT ZWAR AND GIVE IT TO INNER REACH. PEACE.
I take time out of my day to bring this forum shitty singing, cool synth pads, and a stupid alien abduction encounter, and all I get is fucking crickets...?
Well, fuck you too! 
LET ME EXPLAIN TO YOU EXACTLY HOW FUCKING FIRED YOU ARE.
I KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND I KNOW WHERE THE BODIES ARE BURIED AND I KNOW THAT THIS TURN OF EVENTS IS NOTHING MEANINGFUL TO ME AT ALL... STRICTLY SPEAKING, IT'S A COINCIDENCE.
https://youtube.com/shorts/obXwGlgWM0U?feature=shareLook at this shit. Are you farging iceholes for fucking real?
"Can I get them for you?"
"Yeah... as as you don't...."
"How you doing... you good, you good."
I will admit that I would enjoy being hassled by police EVEN MORE THAN I AM NOW, because that old white lady needs to have the U.S. CONSTITUTION explained to her, real.... BUSINESS LIKE, BUNNY-BOY.
Now, here's how this is gonna work: I'm gonna publish, close the browser, and forget all about you for 25 years, you get put in the hospital, or.... you learn to apologize.
YOU WILL NEVER GET THE BLESSING. PERIOD. I ALREADY SET THE DEAL IN STONE.
EINSTEIN.
LISTEN TO THE WAY THESE FUCKING LOSERS FUCKING TALK. WHAT A GANG OF FUCKING THUGS.
THERE WILL NO BLESSING UNTIL THE WORLD RUNS OUT... AND THEN, TIT WILL BE TIME TO SQUEEEEZE.
SO HOW YOU LIKE DEM APPLES, FUCK-0 KATE-0?
IT WOULD BE DIFFICULT FOR ME TO EXPLAIN TO YOU HOW FUCKING MUCH YOUR FUCKING CARTOON AND YOUR SMARMY LITTLE BITCH ATTITUDE HAVE UPSET ME.
I WAS RAPED AS MINOR CHILD, AND YOU'VE SPREAD A CARTOON OF YOURSELF RAPING AS YOUR LEVERAGE POINT. YOU GIGGLE AND LAUGH LIKE A SCUMBAG LOSER IN A YOUTH CHRISTIAN CAMP.
YOU CAN'T USE THE FUCKING PHONE UNLESS ITS TO MAKE A PRANK CALL. YOU'RE SUCH A LITTLE PUNYLING THUGGY BITCH THAT YOU ARE THIS FUCKING LOATHED BY THE ENITRE WORLD, NOT JUST ME... YOUR FAMILY EITHER RAN OR HOLDS YOU AT GUNPOINT, I CAN'T TALK TO YOU TO SAVE EITHER MY LIFE OR YOURS, AND YOU KNOW WHAT?
I BET THAT OTHER PERSON -- THAT YOU KILLED OR EITHER KILLED YOU -- THINKS SHE IS GONNA GET IT TOO.
WELL, FUCK YOU BOTH.
LITERALLY, GO BACK TO FUCKING EACH OTHER TO DEATH WHILE ENJOYING THE LITTLE BIT OF SHIT THAT REMAINS.
BECAUSE HERE IS HOW IT WORKS: I CAN'T MAKE IT, I CAN'T SELL IT, AND I CAN'T FUCKING LIVE MY LIFE IN ANY OTHER WAY BECAUSE BIGOT CUNTING RAPEY JOKEY FUCKS LIKE YOU HAVE RUINED MY FUCKING LIFE.
MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE.
YOU CAN'T TALK ABOUT SHIT.
CONSEQUENTLY YOU LACK AWARENESS OF TONE. YOU LACK COMPREHENSION OF VISION.
IN SHORT: YOU LACK, HEREITTA LACK.
NERD. ALSO, YOU'VE BEEN WELL AWARE THAT MY PERSONAGE HAS BEEN STOLEN AND EXPLOITED BY YOUR THUGGY-PIGGY PARTNERS. BY THE WAY, YOU PICK SHITTY PARTNERS.
YOU GOT ME AN EMPTY TRANSPARENT BOX AND STUCK ME IN A FISHBOWL AND WAITED FOR ME TO DIE.
TWO YEARS.
WHAT WAS YOUR NAME AGAIN?
"I help people obtain their (PROT) cards, their (PROT) licences... can i get them for you..."
YOU, NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE, ARE THE REASON THE WORLD IS THE WAY IT IS TODAY.
I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU THAT I AM blackpope NOW BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THAT INFORMATION IF YOU DID.
HAVE FUN ENJOYING A WORLD WITH NO JOB SECURITY, NO FRIENDS, NO FAMILY, NO REASON TO WORK IF YOU EVEN COULD GO TO WORK... BECAUSE YOUR THUGGY-PIGGGY BULLSHIT IS FUCKING DONE.
AND WHEN THE SMOKE SETTLES
AND THE DUST CLEARS
YOU WILL STILL BE THE_ONE
WHO LEFT FUCKED OFF AND ALONE AND WISHING I COULD DIE.
EAT SHIT, SATAN'S HOOR.
PRAY TO G-D AND LUCIFER WHEN THE PROBLEMS IN YOUR PUBLIC SCHOOL SYSTEM ARE SERIOUS.
GOOGLE ANALCLICQUE CRITICS.
CLICK RO17D
I hate what you have done to my life and my friends and my entire world. "As long as you don't REACH...."
go smoke cannabis with that total battleaxe who brought a gun to a pacifist match... because if you think I won't choke the life out of your entire thuggy-piggy racket by simply... not even lifting a finger, you're fucking wrong. Do you even think? I know what you think.
"He's an addict! He can't say no!" /flex) Fucking bet me. And when I drive places where YOU cannot go...
And, you won't...
People will hand me shit, and then Officers will pull me over, and then.... "Your bribe is in the trunk. Can I go now? AM I BEING DETAINED SIR?" Then no matter what they say, I just calmly get out of the vehicle, and walk away... what are they gonna do? Shoot me in the back? No, no.
They're gonna go to the truck, because why would I lie? And why would I bother pretending ANY of you PUNYLING THUGGY-LYING FUCKS.... even had the authority to stop me? An #Official #Officer #Friendly probably will. SuperStarSuperDuperRapingStars, like... oh I don't know... #PROT for example?
You are fucking fucked and you goddam know it--and if not, you will soon.
Game over forever. I have negative $14.50 in the bank, all my friends hate me (for now), and nothing else in the world matters. Because NO CONTACT, Moron.
In retrospect, failing to provide for the possibility that your BDSM "Daddy" needed to have the shit beat out of by a "real" man was something many thought unlikely to consider the necessity of. But I knew that it would always be this way. I know how the script ends in the movies.
The hero runs to intercept. Pants sweating. Keys jostling. Change spilling out of pockets. He catches up to the villain, the antagonist, who just kicked a puppy, how convenient. Grab him by the shoulder, spin him off balanced, and with one punch, boom, love ever after.
And then, the next day, I am stuck in a car with a woman who pulls a knife on me. And, no one cares. Or believes. Or listens. Or is immune to being plucked from their body, mind and soul.... by someone like you,
who carries a gun,
with extra ammo, I bet, a guy like you, oh very!
and you intimidated and frightened my friends,
made them say stupid shit like, "you're holding out!" on something I didn't even know existed,
and "I need help losing weight!" because, you know why, too: she was being poisoned by someone who controlled what was in the bag that she was either ashamed to tell me existed, or, she didn't know it was even there. You probably know all about scopolamine. What you probably don't know is that I know all about it too.
You don't even know what you've done wrong.
It's just so implausible to be believed.
And you think you have rights.
You have a bad attitude, zero sense of proportion, and the audacity to send me a transparent cigar box and leave me alone with it in a motel room while my friends get hooked on heroin and you do.... I have no idea what, but here's a hint:
you literally don't know what you missing, you only know that I got in the way of what you think you need, and you raped me. Multiple encounters, jokes. RAPE RAPE RAPE.
How do you think The Crystal is gonna be different? Well, here's a hint:
you are going to fuck and find out.
Have fun with Allison, chump. Go fishing again. GO sick duck GOOSE.
Tough crowd, I know.
The one (1) unarmed gunslinger saunters softly away.You have two options. Both are pathetic. To you.
1) GIVE ME BACK EVERYTHING YOU STOLE FROM ME. QUIT YOUR JOB. BE NICE TO YOURSELF.
2) SAME AS 1) ABOVE, INCLUDING THE FOLLOWING:
RUN.
* Jackstar whispers... "I am the storm..."
