Jack >K⅞🅿️∞>kⓂ️©>K⁷⟨ZīVī⁵∆§∆Ⓜ️Îkrπ:
You are going to need a whole lot of your friends to come back you up if you're going to claim that my property was ever yours and that I have ever stolen anything from you. Like a Denny's completely packed out with bikers and AYCE hotcakes for all.
Is it even funny as a joke? Hard to say as the idea simply doesn't track. It's getting on to be your turn to dine on what I serve.
I find your criminal accusations to be in particularly poor taste. I am going to assume that your private abuser tested your system and I think you shouldn't compete where you don't compare.
Now that I have unraveled enigmas that have left me mystified for five decades I don't know how any of you came to imagine that vague whining scores anyone points. I was asked to help by those who would appear to have been fully COMP’d by quack-like government nerds and their needs for razing old growth crap to empower a further generation.
Or whatever you think about it, Old Navy bean-breath. I still don't know what the truth was as I don't need to do that but I was told you leave when I do? I could learn to own any of this without the contempt.
I never considered the possibility that anyone I met would have thought that deliberately misleading me was a workable notion. I haven't anything to gain by lying and to an unusual extent I have lived my life to do my best to explain myself truly as far as I knew anything to be true at all at the time of the explanation.
When I ask questions I expect answers. When those answers are bald, open-faced lies I don't always discover this immediately. It can take some time.
To this day I am still quite unaware of what any of you thought you were doing or what had happened. At all. I think you're missing the headline here.
I had no idea who any of you were. I still don't know. I have now lost all curiosity, and am perfectly content to abandon any pursuit of truth. (Maybe it's not for you.) What I need to know, I get to know.
I don't need to know what happened. I have to know what everyone thinks happened, because it most likely didn't. I see no urgency in this.
What one resists, persists.
And what one looks at, disappears.
You know exactly who stole my identity and then used my image and likeness while strealing from yourself. I knew nothing of any of you, not even your existence, for well over a decade. YOU LITERALLY KNOW THIS.
YOUR ENTIRE CREW HAS ARRANGED ALL THIS IN ORDER TO DUMP ALL LIABILITY AND EXPENSE ON ME WHILE SUPPRSESSING MY LIFE VIA FALSE NARRATIVES.
Dude, I'm going to be fucking myself plenty. You can spare me your command tones. You can also spare me the opportunity to become reactive mass for your Mr. Fusion. Or whatever the fuck you wanted to have me assimilated by.
You follow orders. I follow instructions. We are not the same.
I have never stolen from any of you.
Stealing from me and blaming it on me as well is the most pathetic Commie ploy I've ever seen. It would seem obvious to me that coercive use of force in order to rob me blind is a waste as I wouldn't see myself being selfish and isolating.
To steal from anybody is to take one's own future opportunities and cinder them. Everything was stuff you would have had access to anyway and I literally had nothing of any idea what to do with it.
Going to the trouble of giving it to Your_Sister and letting some fat oinking Fed fuckwit thug take it as a dowry while brainwashing her into sexual bondage and hatred of me doesn't seem worth the trouble since I actually like her, or liked; and as this makes no sense I'm going to conclude that I am writing to a fake Bustin.
Good. You're probably Bach because you writing about how being a thieving douche is likely something he finds cool. What a brilliant gift of Providence. Meanwhile I am drained nearly to max zero and I didn't need any of it at all.
I didn't need any of you as kleptomaniacal racist bigot teetotaling scum. So it looks exactly like I'm replying to the main perp who clearly thought he were better qualified to live my life than anyone.
I think it unlikely that anyone else would want me to give up and leave him alone with everything I ever had that was worth a tinker’s damn. Yet that is exactly what has been being attempted to be done for nearly five years.
I've been left alone to die without communication and being accused of stealing my own property. Well, where did I put it? Next to my father's ashes? Holy fuck, whoever you are is fucking stupid.
Christopher at Mud Bay.
Dennis’ friend at the coca banging session on Capitol Hill in the 90s.
Your sister's friend who lead my ass 500 miles to get something I never had any need of before for a birthday party I wasn't invited to for women I hadn't seen in thirty years and had assumed were actually fucking dead.
THE SAME GUY. THAT'S LIKELY THIS BUSTIN. WHO IS A NEEDLE AND CHEMICALLY DEPENDENT RACIST OINKING BITCH. Why can't you be in prison or hung from a fucking tree is a political mystery to me that holds exactly zero interest.
Should I call 911? Don't you have people for that? IDGAF, shitbag.
“Stage four metastatic cancer." Hopefully you can still get erect to imprint your quota of chattel flesh.
As I have no idea what the truth is and I cannot receive a single goddam phone call FOR THE LAST THREE YEARS AT LEAST I wil be thrilled to let other, better men than I figure out all of this, because I simply have better things to do with my time. Everyone else around you could have followed the fucking law but instead NOT ONE PERSON HAS ASKED ME ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED. I GUESS YOU ALL KNEW EVERYTHING IMPORTANT.
KNOW THIS: YOU'RE ALL FUCKING STUPID. Dimwit fuckdrug addicts and you were there the entire time, so obviously Louis and pate/Jim/todd/Rick/Leah/Officer Gann and however many other shithead drama mama faglord fucks that a Caboodle full of makeup and airplane glue can slap a coat of paint on and make sweeping threats of prosecution with. You and your whitefaggot squad of Pillsbury dough nutboys can suck each other off in hell for all I give a fuck.
The Trust is for my SOLE and EXCLUSIVE benefit, you dumbass copisland niggerbitch. You've committed fraud on a scale that can only be described as massive. And I stole from you, huh? Holy shit are you one fucking high fat piggy bitch.
Merry Christmas. Choke on dicks in Hell, and take every fucking chucklehead on Bellgab with you.
“Please leave!”
Better yet, eat the barrel of your service weapon. As the lowest form of scum on the face of the Earth, anything less would be uncivilized.
L‘haim, Tubby. And if I have to lift so much as a three-ring-binder or spend as much as a $2 bill OF MY OWN MONEY, THAT I EARNED, ASSHOLE, I guarantee that you will fucking regret wasting my goddam time. I am not getting any younger, shithead.
But I’ll never be too old to carve out your liver with your car keys and chow it down while watching you gurgle “Camptown Races." Eyes on you.
I should have liked you. Instead I regret not breaking your neck in my car when I suddenly wanted to. Did you have fun drugging and raping her sisters? Since I recall that you said you wanted to.
You do that while SCREECHING at me to never do what everyone else does, all over the world. How fucked up you are!
Louis Wain: your friend is shit and sow: you are too. Sad! Sad! BITCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY CLICK
