Pathetic attention seeking whores don’t cause me anguish.
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Yet. Once again, whatever the source; if I'm not informed, I'm not about to go digging around to find out. As a Master of Divination, it is a real pleasure to know what questions I have no need to consume my time in the pursuit of answers to. Almost immediately, in fact.
Frankly, there’s nothing to do here now but make fun of you
I have no idea who you are but you may as well know who you are dealing with. You obviously didn't. Further, whatever hypnotic drug was used to convince you that whoever you thought I was had done whatever it was that you do imagine yourself you're carrying a grudge over gives you mood swings; makes you look fat; numbs whatever sensation of human empathy you are still in retention of; and was probably chosen by the obsequious, lickspittle pimpmonger who was presenting as your Monarch Controller that week for exactly those reasons.
Welcome to Amateur Hour. Once again: IDGAF because whatever you're projecting unease at me for, it's merely a contrived excuse. Your position and standing within your peer group requires that you be seen as in condemnation of me.
I use drugs while obeying the law. You do not share in my privileges; and, to be associated with me in public would be contrary to your base, craven nature. You are a covert narcissist. I am heating and burning whatever entheogens as I see fit, when and as I choose.
Right now, in fact. Hang on,
Officer.
* Jackstar would invite you to partake but knows that you cannot.
Scusi, mille regrettie. I'm sure you would have loved to have invited me when you did whatever it was that you did that turned you into a mindslave. Since then, I would not have to have it explained to me, and had I been there, I wouldn't have been willing to allow that abuse to continue.
As I don't know why I wasn't informed, while others have known and a few years have passed since I became aware that I needed to be debriefed on the matter, I can only assume that Alien Ant Farm will write a song about it later.
and post vids.
I don't watch them and I'm indifferent to how long it takes for whatever evidence that is still needed to be obtained. I don't need to prove it or hide it: I know what you're doing here with multiple forums and identities and hidden hand actors and the whole kit and caboodle.
You imagine that I'm susceptible to your ridicule and that you're been successful in conveying the impression that I'm engaging in attention-seeking behavior. You think I am like you.
I am nothing like you. I don't know who you are. I don't know what happened. I don't need to keep secrets from everyone, and if I did, I would likely find a way to do so without having to constantly hide the truth and to be an insulting brat. Does it feel very much better to you to routinely insult me? I can't imagine that it does, nor can it be easily said that I care either way. If you're in such dire straits with the ludicrous circumstance you're in, whatever it actually is, that if its imagined that there's a connection to me... that is yet another indication that you either don't know who you are addressing, or you do know, and are aware that I don't know what any of this about for you... but it would appear that you lack a secret cadre of secret Masonic spouses that can be blamed instead of me, or can advise all of us in a useful fashion.
Maybe trying taking the butt plug out for awhile. 
I don't have one. I've never had one. The “afterbirth” is an inaccurate name for what the Royal Changeling left behind. But it and She are both gone. There was a surgical procedure or two that I barely remember. I never actually gave... birth.
You are a shallow and insensitive bully bībitch thugmaul, and I've had enough of seeing your insulting comments. I've written about what happened before, and either you didn't read it, didn't understand it, or the significance of the event(a) was lost on you.
You seem to think that I've become some kind of “tranny” and were that to be true, your comments and the attitude you choose to convey would still be unacceptable.
Bored now. You have become the attention seeker that you have condemned me as. That's quite the special consequence. I have my own consequence: I'm going to have to file suit against the lunatic who has been running around pretending to be married to me.
I guess you didn't think that telling me was not the right thing to do, and perhaps that were true. I have very little experience in these matters and I don't find it plausible that you found anything else to be signs of attention,-,seeking behavior.
I have attention already. I didn't want more. I didn't want more of your passive aggressive bullshit RN.
I didn't want your shitty mind control weed. I've never seen it before. Nor since;
OBVIOUSLY YOU HAD ENCOUNTERED IT BEFORE. Perhaps you put the story on your blog.
Oh, wait. Is it a secret? I'll ask ABBOJüüL, who just showed up. (My imaginary vampire cat is my favor source of attention. What do you think I need attention from you for?
It will be a cold day in Hell before I call into C2CAM to tell my story, or to share anything interesting here with any of you. None of you are anything but decoy doublestars, and I don't want to talk to Luis, and he doesn't want to talk to me.
I also don't need access to the hidden twin side of any of your forum sprawl. I'm sure you don't believe me. Most people don't.
You and your associates have ensured that I cannot simply log off and go away. You have taken things to a level that shows me that you are at severe risk of mental illness as your sanity continues to deteriorate.
Kudos.
