https://x.com/_n_Jack/status/1838663969533497815?t=F7aArFBYB54KIae17GOxOwI know that someone mos def stops you both in your tracks and she is not real happy with me after that, and now I can imagine why: because you two can stay being mindslaved bonobos for as long as you want! What the holy hell do I give a damn for? Because obviously your destiny was written in the stars.
I would never dream of getting in the way of you two. It must be like Heaven. Please, spare me the details, if you don't mind... the longer I can hold in my explosive sprays of mocking laughter, the better off we all are. I am disinclined to become entangled in your psychotic sex addict drama... which is precisely why your existence was necessary.
You were not made for each other. I don't know what you were being used for before, but when I saw, I was relieved to find at least one palatable option. For me, I'm saying. Palatable for me.
For you? I have no way of knowing... but you obviously have a large capacity to tolerate unfathomably vile and loathsome activities, have likely thoroughly corrupted both your genome and your spirit, and, last but not least, you supply both the necessary narcissistic supply as well as the Cardboard Cutout Man that your scheme requires someone to be in.
That's not me. That's you. You and I won't be trading places. When she's done with you, that's it Pal — welcome to the party! *flush sploosh*
I suppose this is why you didn't want to actually tell me... you likely thought I'd be mad or something. Nah, not really. I do think you could have been more on the lookout for yourself, but you probably thought I was going to rescue you, or would care about whatever it is that you are going to do to yourselves. I honestly have no idea.
If my friend needs my help with you, no sweat. Sous vide, or flambe? IDGAF, she doesn't need my help anyway, and never did. She may have *wanted* it, and creating a boundary space for scenario to play out is a very powerful healing modality. Since you're a drug addict in deep denial, you may not recognize that... but you will.
And she may not recognize that you two are LOCKED IN! NO WAY OUT! because of my choices to avoid foreign entanglements. I'll be as clear here as I can be, ¿ATTY: YOUR LIFE IS THE WAY IT IS BECAUSE I ALLOWED IT TO DEVELOP IN THAT DIRECTION, AND IF YOU FIND YOURSELF TO BE, LESS COMFORTABLE THAN YOU THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE, SO MUCH ALL THE BETTER.
For me. And I could change it all with a few phone calls, and inevitably, I'll do something that triggers the collapse of the stasis bubble. I'm not really all that skilled at this stuff yet. It probably would have helped if you hadn't stalked, assaulted, raped, and murdered everyone who could have truly taught me much faster than I have been able to learn on my own.
I'm guessing you'll be kept in your time loop for quite some time. And that is fine by me.
When she's done with you, she can easily get rid of you, and if she wants me to do it, so much the better. I am blessed either way, and so is she, and that's why she's not going to end up on a lifetime Thorazine scrip, and as for you... d00D, you lied to me and tried to sell me out, not because of meth, but because you're an asshole from Texas. Whatever story you told yourself before, well... seriously, it's not like I couldn't do anything about it.
It's that the thought of what you two actually do that revolts me. Eewww, gross. My house filled with trash and human waste literally seems pristine by comparison.
My last word of advice: stop using suicide as a fast travel lifehack. It is impractical and unnecessary.
NGL: to me, so are you... but without you, I would not have... *deep inhale*
PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY!!!! (ominous music begins playing)
Remember: you asked for this. Now, send Rosebud and Cupcake to Solo and the Wooklie, and then lay a Cleveland Steamroller on Jabba’s chest. Or whatever it is you people like to do on a slow Tuesday. IDGAF.
I will always be able to grab my own balls. I have an
actual life, {pee-pull}
Adieu.