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AzzGab => Esoterica => Topic started by: Jackstar on June 22, 2022, 06:18:08 AM
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e always my favorite.
https://pghshrines.org/about-st-anthony-chapel
See also Cahokia mound
2,526 miles from my mother's house, the grizzly (OMG BEARS RUN) marsupial seeks access to Archangel METATRON's teleportation crystal PRSIM transportation *CHAMBER, once available to only the rarest and highest ECHELONs of Human society.
And, now? It's a fucking mess. (For plebs.)
#1) Wear a mask. You asked without even wearing one? GET OUT. Say five Our Fathers & 16 Hail Marry Siegfrieds on your way out. You're still here? Scram, O Ye Faithful Pentient... why are you not walking away? Maybe you should v-RUN. *slow, repetitive blinking* You -should- V-RUN. (Dozens of meters below ground, fusion reactors quietly begin to S.C.R.A.M. themselves to sleep.
#2) You're not vaxxinated? Good, good. God is good. And of course, God has A_Plan. (77 miles away, another building, completely distinguishable from the building you have Perfect Faith(TM) that your presently occupied MeaT/MEET\TeAMAFY now occupies Space With (IT damned doesROT)Fnord*FU
#3) Imagine the profits you pissed yourselves out on. This is the DOOM/Shareware\Scooter G-ORDER-LINDY/LIBBY Cancel. Canceled. MARK.
JC POP LINE.
You could have had me, but you took me for granted. I know, you think I prefered the whore.
What I prefered was someone who wasn't going to lie to me. No, I don't need it sucked -or- touched. NEED. Do not need.
I don't need to lie about it. "Need." You know what I need is exactly right.
A FRONTAL LOBOTOMY WOULDNT HELP. I'M ALREADY IN THE START KUCZI CLOUD ATLAS (BLANK).
YOU DIND'T EVEN BUY A ME A DRINK. GET AWAY FROM ME YOU IIDJIT BITCH I HAVE TO CRY AND YOU--IN SPITE OF MY ARDOR, THE FOLLOWING THE FULL ARDOR OF GOD--YOU'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING USEFUL ANYWAY.
THEY ARE HELPING ME. YOU BETRAYED ME. WHAT DO YOU THINK? "IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE, BETRAY THEM." HUH. INTERESTING ANGLE.
NO I AM NOT GOING TO SLAM DRUGS AT ALL.
PEOPLE BELEIVE TOO MUCH, TOO FAST, AND TOO LONG IS A GOOD IDEA. IT IS NOT.
BUT IT IS NOT A BAD ONE EITHER.
I NEED SOMEONE'S HELP AND WHY COULDN'T YOU BOTH CUM?
TO GET TO THE OTHER IN WITH A BOTTLE OF APPLE JACK DICK IN CIDER.
IT SOUNDS BETTER IN ITS ORIGINAL KOOL-AID. I SUPPOSE. *SNAP*
HONEY I AM HURTING WTAF.
I PRAY THAT YOU HEAL AND WE BOTH SHALL DO;
BECAUSE THE ARDOR OF GOD HAS A FATAL FLAW,
AND NOW YOU KNOW IT ALONG WITH ACHILLIES' DICK TOO.
OH I'M JUST GOING TO RUB SALT ON THIS WOUND AND DRINK SOME MORE BE... WATER. BEER. SAME DIFF.
AND THEN I WILL WAKE UP AND DO... YOU KNOW, WHATVER. LIKE YOU CARE?
SINCE WHEN? WHAT YEAR IS IT THEN?
SIX.
YEAH, SEX? WHAT'S THAT? NEVER HEARD OF IT.
NO IT'S NOT YEAR SIX, OR SEAL TEAM SIX, OR EVEN YOU'RE GOING TO RUN OUT OF CLIT FUEL FOR CLITROCKS IN A YEAR. NO.
IT MEANS THAT YOU BEHAVE LIKE A TODDLER AND NOW IT'S NOT FUN TO EVEN GET A WHIFF OF FANTASY.
BECAUSE YOU BEHAVE LIKE A GODDAM TODDLER, NOT THE STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN THAT YOU WERE
BEFORE THAT PEDO RAPED YOU.
GOOD NIGHT, AND HAVE A PLEASANT TOMORROW GETTING FUCKED BY/A\AT A DAYCARE_4_AUNTS.
ku3/j*eol
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That is technically the final page but there's going to be some editing. The book is complete; the project is complete, at least my part of it (I had to do HALF the work so I could enjoy the LAST half of the experience.. because otherwise, I wouldn't get to have any fun! and what fun would that be for ANY OF YOU?
ALL_IS_ONE.
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I forget when I sent this out today, but this is real world: this is not exercise.
Never forget, building... Threeve.
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(Author’s Note: I can't tell you what happens next due to the fact that I'm crying. I can't even see the phone screen, because I wrote the thing that just made me cry after I finished it on my Samsung 822 Android phone, you know most garbage one geek shits out, you send to a_typewriter but apparently I'm too good for that. No, I'm a special breed of idiot.)
YOU MAY NOT LIKE IT BUT CREEPY CRAWLY SNAKES AND BUGS AND ANNE-LIDS AND PUPPY DOG TAILS, is what peak performance looks like on some planets... and now I assume... that the Holy Trinity remains in_contact.
I'm no longer on a (blank) stream. Those of you who need me can find me and those of you who want to find me
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need two/2\Three Eves.
THIS IS REAL WORLD ACTUAL
THIS IS NOT EXERCISE.
1LAW/LOVE
One LAW under Love. J9Ck5T9r out, congratulations to Glowy: owe UTea. (Some people can be very surprised. Don't wait for them-get ahead of the pack(s).
Dear Superego: I'm done with “this” project. That may not be a parent at this moment, but I assure you that it is not anything I want to keep on doing with, this is: The Aftermath. (It's actually pretty cool.)
Hang on.
Dear Ego; (I'm just going to talk to your Id and IT'll figure it out.)
I don't know what your other three cells have been doing but you've become promoted to superego that one of their doesn't get it yet and then you're not really three different beings or even four you're one person one mind and one body just like everybody else.
The paradox between thesr circumstances is something that Humanity has not had to deal with until now. And for whatever reason (I'm going to go with our intelligence and not the fact that we're both so pretty) you and I are presently in the position of figuring out how to deal with this, and I'm done writing a book, which is nice.
I'd like to get to work on editing a book, so I'm assuming that anybody reading this who thinks it's personally applicable to them unless (they're a really good editor) they're not interested anymore. That's fine, this is a lot harder than I thought was going to be.
(Yeah: I'm talking about my penis; wow.)
Now I understand every single one of you feel like you've been left down because every single one of you has been let down for a variety of reasons, I wasn't there for all of them in fact I wasn't there for any of them and that is a result of a monumental effort being undertaken by both non-hostile and hostile actors/Operators operating as Opposition Forces, are working hand and glove in_concert with each other in order to prevent a disastrous outcome they believe will occur from occurring.
The good news is it doesn't matter when I get around to meeting one particular slice of time from a very complicated and complex international being that exists on Earth at multiple points in its history. (Oh, wait that's Me.) Look somebody out there is looking for me, and the rest of you aren't.
Does somebody who's out there looking for me it might be in jail, they might be infinicato like me they might be on a separate internet where they can't access belgaum anymore they might be there's no way of doing... There's something though. And this is not being done for my benefit or anyone else's involved, it's being done by outside forces who are taking our shit and using it for themselves.
I understand that this seems to be hauntingly familiar to other things I've told you, in fact all four of you, I think. Now I'm going to upload a picture of myself to this post and you know everybody in the whole world will see it except for the one person who needs to that one since they already know her identity it's easy for them to remove her from the fucking site.
Nevertheless princess Leia is going to get those buns on her head and stick the polygraph into the R2-D2 unit and stick it into space. It's already happened once this is like the second or third time hopefully it's a third time I don't have to do this again although actually I would do it forever and ever for you although not if I can't ever fucking see you that's kind of lame. It's how they used to it's how they used to trap humans into Spirit bottles and harvest their life for energy like in The Matrix. used to happen that way. it's not going to happen that way again, ever. I can just wait till a number of things happen and then it's fine but I don't want to wait.
and I like writing and I can do something besides write on the site-which I do-and then I come back to it and then I write some more and then I go away and then I come back and then I go away and I come back believe me if I could go away and not come back or done that already.
Being under surveillance doesn't help, however at this point I'm happy to have sex in front of a camera—if it would help (how? Forget I asked.) Unfortunately I do have a broken ankle, and I can't walk very well but I could probably still break it out. Who knows? I'm pretty sure I'm the only last clone left of me that hasn't had sex ever, which isn't strictly speaking entirely true coz like; I am a Virgo and not a virgin but it is awfully close, and was last time God was like 2018-2019 idk, I can't remember exactly but it was something. (Also: you've been hypnotized and given some truama-based mind control programming to make you believe that I'm an evil rapist person when, I'm not: I AM NOT LOOKING FOR ANY PAST LOVER HERE, I'M LOOKING FOR SOMEBODY THAT I'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING WITH. (It's a pretty rare signature and I don't even have to have a fucking relationship with this person I could have just a relationship with, except apparently ∅ne of us has a lot of money, and the others don't want me and you to make money together, they want to just bleed us dry, please try, send m∅re vampires, I'm pretty good being a Slayer/5Leighyer, and if anything else I know: practice makes perfect.) Semper 55 out
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Those of you who need me can find me and those of you who want to find me need two/2\Three Eves.
THIS IS REAL WORLD ACTUAL
THIS IS NOT EXERCISE.
1LAW/LOVE
One LAW under Love.
What would be awesome if my ankle wasn't broken coz like, then I could go out in the sun for longer than it takes to hobble in and out. (It seems like a... tension sprain? Is that a thing? Whatever it is, it's not fatal. /lyfestrong) I'm not sure what happened: I actually think it was a magickal strike {Talking mad shit about being a "Divinely Ordained Magickal Being--TOTESTOWER" does, in fact, have the occasional drawback, and not much else than a blow to a weak point could have stopped me from what I was going to be doing with myself today, and I -much prefer- being removed from the timestream for re-insertion to a... more appropriate area. It -does- suck here, but I came for The Vessel, so coming to one Place, beginning The Scoop Maneuver here, then going to a 2nd Place for absorption to almost fully complete is exactly how I would choose for it to be done, so I can come back after going to 3rd Place, finishing The Scoop Maneuver, then handing off The Vessel
THUS, COMPLETING THE MISSION AND TRIGGING THE INEVITABLE HEAT DEATH OF THAT UNIVERSE
then, I can be re-inserted into The New & Improved 2nd Place, which will become the Seed Tesseract for the re-generation of That Universe. (Necessary as not all the souls saved through the creation of The Shunt through That_Wormhole_Anomaly actually -prefer- to go through it. No blame. Free Will Choice -must- be respected, right? Prime Directive, right? Consent matters, very much indeed.
} to ensure that I didn't accidentally get laid today -because I really don't want to get laid today. I want to get laid when it's time to get laid! Although, I don't know when that is. I'm sure somebody will fill it in for me. (I'm pretty new around here, I'm not really sure how this all works, but I do know that this is remarkably poor planning when on someone's part.) There's a lot of projection going on. See, I say/text/post about "getting laid" a lot--I mean, I am not being ironic. I have been certainly not talking about wormholes and The Scoop Maneuver and... look, it's just simpler to make it simple for people, okay? How was I supposed to know someone out there -actually- wants sex? I'm a 49yo man. I am a Virgo. Sex sounds great when someone I'm into mentions it. Otherwise it seems like a hassle. (Just ask a particularly private person about that.) So, it's not like I need to get laid tonight, or even have A_Conversation... EVER! NEVER EVER CONVERSE! (Some people don't want to have to -talk-. In fact, that can be a real turn off.
My jack@trioptimum.com account is GONE. G-o-n-e. Deleted. Gosh,. I suppose I was gonna get removed. Sigh. So, obviously someone has been choosing to blow my shit up rather than allow me to... what? I don't know what someone who has a lot to hide, that I may or may not be aware of, but -definitely- don't care about, might think I might do. I'm not really doing anything. I was considering making some content tonight, really... but I don't really think anyone wants to hear about any of this at all. Certainly I am tired of hearing myself talking about it.
I'm totesbeyond fuckingdone. I've done everything, book is done, happy to move on to other, bigger and better things. So, as soon as... -someone- appropriate presents themselves/answers the phone/writes me a letter, sends an envoy... fuck, I don't know.
I do know that I have attempted on several occasions to "move on," but now I am faced with a realization.. move on from whom? To where? For what? I have a house. It's empty. I have money resources to burn. And I have no idea what to do with them, no ambition to waste it on anything non-essential.
It's essential that I do not allow this circumstance to endure. The line must be drawn HERE: THIS FAR AND NO FURTHER. Because this is complete poppycock. I am not meant to live completely alone. Why should I? No one has presented any such ideal as reasonable... and I keep hearing and sensing (as well as my phone showing up with notification sounds and then having no notifications when I pick it up.) messages from... someone.
Maybe it's one or both of them. I have no way of finding out, until I do. I'm also not going to just abandon me TF, which, need I remind you... only one other person feels the connection to still. Over time, this will become unmistakable, and I have no real reason to abandon this healing journey.
COMPETE HEALING IS OUR BIRTHRIGHT. INSIST ON EXCELLENCE.
I'm pretty sure I'm done with all this baggage. I think somebody has a lot of baggage that they're afraid of burdening me with which is actually not necessary to be concerned about I would love some baggage I was just thinking I would love for a woman to come in here and start screaming at me about something ridiculous I didn't do because that would be a nice change of pace from being attacked by Random Acts Of Minestrone.
Dear God: Hi, this is Jackstar. I am so fucking done with this. Can I just hook up with Margaret? She seems okay.
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e always my favorite.
https://pghshrines.org/about-st-anthony-chapel
2,526 miles from my mother's house, the grizzly (OMG BEARS RUN) marsupial seeks access to Archangel METATRON's teleportation crystal PRSIM transportation *CHAMBER, once available to only the rarest and highest ECHELONs of Human society.
And, now? It's a fucking mess. (For plebs.)
#1) Wear a mask. You asked without even wearing one? GET OUT. Say five Our Fathers & 16 Hail Marry Siegfrieds on your way out. You're still here? Scram, O Ye Faithful Pentient... why are you not walking away? Maybe you should v-RUN. *slow, repetitive blinking* You -should- V-RUN. (Dozens of meters below ground, fusion reactors quietly begin to S.C.R.A.M. themselves to sleep.
#2) You're not vaxxinated? Good, good. God is good. And of course, God has A_Plan. (77 miles away, another building, completely distinguishable from the building you have Perfect Faith(TM) that your presently occupied MeaT/MEET\TeAMAFY now occupies Space With (IT damned doesROT)Fnord*FU
#3) Imagine the profits you pissed yourselves out on. This is the DOOM/Shareware\Scooter G-ORDER-LINDY/LIBBY Cancel. Canceled. MARK.
JC POP LINE.
You could have had me, but you took me for granted. I know, you think I prefered the whore.
What I prefered was someone who wasn't going to lie to me. No, I don't need it sucked -or- touched. NEED. Do not need.
I don't need to lie about it. "Need." You know what I need is exactly right.
A FRONTAL LOBOTOMY WOULDNT HELP. I'M ALREADY IN THE START KUCZI CLOUD ATLAS (BLANK).
YOU DIND'T EVEN BUY A ME A DRINK. GET AWAY FROM ME YOU IIDJIT BITCH I HAVE TO CRY AND YOU--IN SPITE OF MY ARDOR, THE FOLLOWING THE FULL ARDOR OF GOD--YOU'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING USEFUL ANYWAY.
THEY ARE HELPING ME. YOU BETRAYED ME. WHAT DO YOU THINK? "IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE, BETRAY THEM." HUH. INTERESTING ANGLE.
NO I AM NOT GOING TO SLAM DRUGS AT ALL.
PEOPLE BELEIVE TOO MUCH, TOO FAST, AND TOO LONG IS A GOOD IDEA. IT IS NOT.
BUT IT IS NOT A BAD ONE EITHER.
I NEED SOMEONE'S HELP AND WHY COULDN'T YOU BOTH CUM?
TO GET TO THE OTHER IN WITH A BOTTLE OF APPLE JACK DICK IN CIDER.
IT SOUNDS BETTER IN ITS ORIGINAL KOOL-AID. I SUPPOSE. *SNAP*
HONEY I AM HURTING WTAF.
I PRAY THAT YOU HEAL AND WE BOTH SHALL DO;
BECAUSE THE ARDOR OF GOD HAS A FATAL FLAW,
AND NOW YOU KNOW IT ALONG WITH ACHILLIES' DICK TOO.
OH I'M JUST GOING TO RUB SALT ON THIS WOUND AND DRINK SOME MORE BE... WATER. BEER. SAME DIFF.
AND THEN I WILL WAKE UP AND DO... YOU KNOW, WHATVER. LIKE YOU CARE?
SINCE WHEN? WHAT YEAR IS IT THEN?
SIX.
YEAH, SEX? WHAT'S THAT? NEVER HEARD OF IT.
NO IT'S NOT YEAR SIX, OR SEAL TEAM SIX, OR EVEN YOU'RE GOING TO RUN OUT OF CLIT FUEL FOR CLITROCKS IN A YEAR. NO.
IT MEANS THAT YOU BEHAVE LIKE A TODDLER AND NOW IT'S NOT FUN TO EVEN GET A WHIFF OF FANTASY.
BECAUSE YOU BEHAVE LIKE A GODDAM TODDLER, NOT THE STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN THAT YOU WERE
BEFORE THAT PEDO RAPED YOU.
GOOD NIGHT, AND HAVE A PLEASANT TOMORROW GETTING FUCKED BY/A\AT A DAYCARE_4_AUNTS.
ku3/j*eol
Eh, Tony...Hey! 8)
(https://c.tenor.com/q3lqmNf8p0wAAAAC/collar-popping-collar.gif)
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That is technically the final page but there's going to be some editing. The book is complete; the project is complete, at least my part of it (I had to do HALF the work so I could enjoy the LAST half of the experience.. because otherwise, I wouldn't get to have any fun! and what fun would that be for ANY OF YOU?
ALL_IS_ONE.
Eh, Tony...Hey! 8)
(https://c.tenor.com/q3lqmNf8p0wAAAAC/collar-popping-collar.gif)
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I forget when I sent this out today, but this is real world: this is not exercise.
Never forget, building... Threeve.
Eh, Tony...Hey! 8)
(https://c.tenor.com/q3lqmNf8p0wAAAAC/collar-popping-collar.gif)
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I'm no longer on a (blank) stream. Those of you who need me can find me and those of you who want to find me
.
need two/2\Three Eves.
THIS IS REAL WORLD ACTUAL
THIS IS NOT EXERCISE.
1LAW/LOVE
One LAW under Love. J9Ck5T9r out, congratulations to Glowy: owe UTea. (Some people can be very surprised. Don't wait for them-get ahead of the pack(s).
Dear Superego: I'm done with “this” project. That may not be a parent at this moment, but I assure you that it is not anything I want to keep on doing with, this is: The Aftermath. (It's actually pretty cool.)
Hang on.
Dear Ego; (I'm just going to talk to your Id and IT'll figure it out.)
I don't know what your other three cells have been doing but you've become promoted to superego that one of their doesn't get it yet and then you're not really three different beings or even four you're one person one mind and one body just like everybody else.
The paradox between thesr circumstances is something that Humanity has not had to deal with until now. And for whatever reason (I'm going to go with our intelligence and not the fact that we're both so pretty) you and I are presently in the position of figuring out how to deal with this, and I'm done writing a book, which is nice.
I'd like to get to work on editing a book, so I'm assuming that anybody reading this who thinks it's personally applicable to them unless (they're a really good editor) they're not interested anymore. That's fine, this is a lot harder than I thought was going to be.
(Yeah: I'm talking about my penis; wow.)
Now I understand every single one of you feel like you've been left down because every single one of you has been let down for a variety of reasons, I wasn't there for all of them in fact I wasn't there for any of them and that is a result of a monumental effort being undertaken by both non-hostile and hostile actors/Operators operating as Opposition Forces, are working hand and glove in_concert with each other in order to prevent a disastrous outcome they believe will occur from occurring.
The good news is it doesn't matter when I get around to meeting one particular slice of time from a very complicated and complex international being that exists on Earth at multiple points in its history. (Oh, wait that's Me.) Look somebody out there is looking for me, and the rest of you aren't.
Does somebody who's out there looking for me it might be in jail, they might be infinicato like me they might be on a separate internet where they can't access belgaum anymore they might be there's no way of doing... There's something though. And this is not being done for my benefit or anyone else's involved, it's being done by outside forces who are taking our shit and using it for themselves.
I understand that this seems to be hauntingly familiar to other things I've told you, in fact all four of you, I think. Now I'm going to upload a picture of myself to this post and you know everybody in the whole world will see it except for the one person who needs to that one since they already know her identity it's easy for them to remove her from the fucking site.
Nevertheless princess Leia is going to get those buns on her head and stick the polygraph into the R2-D2 unit and stick it into space. It's already happened once this is like the second or third time hopefully it's a third time I don't have to do this again although actually I would do it forever and ever for you although not if I can't ever fucking see you that's kind of lame. It's how they used to it's how they used to trap humans into Spirit bottles and harvest their life for energy like in The Matrix. used to happen that way. it's not going to happen that way again, ever. I can just wait till a number of things happen and then it's fine but I don't want to wait.
and I like writing and I can do something besides write on the site-which I do-and then I come back to it and then I write some more and then I go away and then I come back and then I go away and I come back believe me if I could go away and not come back or done that already.
Being under surveillance doesn't help, however at this point I'm happy to have sex in front of a camera—if it would help (how? Forget I asked.) Unfortunately I do have a broken ankle, and I can't walk very well but I could probably still break it out. Who knows? I'm pretty sure I'm the only last clone left of me that hasn't had sex ever, which isn't strictly speaking entirely true coz like; I am a Virgo and not a virgin but it is awfully close, and was last time God was like 2018-2019 idk, I can't remember exactly but it was something. (Also: you've been hypnotized and given some truama-based mind control programming to make you believe that I'm an evil rapist person when, I'm not: I AM NOT LOOKING FOR ANY PAST LOVER HERE, I'M LOOKING FOR SOMEBODY THAT I'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING WITH. (It's a pretty rare signature and I don't even have to have a fucking relationship with this person I could have just a relationship with, except apparently ∅ne of us has a lot of money, and the others don't want me and you to make money together, they want to just bleed us dry, please try, send m∅re vampires, I'm pretty good being a Slayer/5Leighyer, and if anything else I know: practice makes perfect.) Semper 55 out
Eh, Tony...Hey! 8)
(https://c.tenor.com/q3lqmNf8p0wAAAAC/collar-popping-collar.gif)
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What would be awesome if my ankle wasn't broken coz like, then I could go out in the sun for longer than it takes to hobble in and out. (It seems like a... tension sprain? Is that a thing? Whatever it is, it's not fatal. /lyfestrong) I'm not sure what happened: I actually think it was a magickal strike {Talking mad shit about being a "Divinely Ordained Magickal Being--TOTESTOWER" does, in fact, have the occasional drawback, and not much else than a blow to a weak point could have stopped me from what I was going to be doing with myself today, and I -much prefer- being removed from the timestream for re-insertion to a... more appropriate area. It -does- suck here, but I came for The Vessel, so coming to one Place, beginning The Scoop Maneuver here, then going to a 2nd Place for absorption to almost fully complete is exactly how I would choose for it to be done, so I can come back after going to 3rd Place, finishing The Scoop Maneuver, then handing off The Vessel
THUS, COMPLETING THE MISSION AND TRIGGING THE INEVITABLE HEAT DEATH OF THAT UNIVERSE
then, I can be re-inserted into The New & Improved 2nd Place, which will become the Seed Tesseract for the re-generation of That Universe. (Necessary as not all the souls saved through the creation of The Shunt through That_Wormhole_Anomaly actually -prefer- to go through it. No blame. Free Will Choice -must- be respected, right? Prime Directive, right? Consent matters, very much indeed.
} to ensure that I didn't accidentally get laid today -because I really don't want to get laid today. I want to get laid when it's time to get laid! Although, I don't know when that is. I'm sure somebody will fill it in for me. (I'm pretty new around here, I'm not really sure how this all works, but I do know that this is remarkably poor planning when on someone's part.) There's a lot of projection going on. See, I say/text/post about "getting laid" a lot--I mean, I am not being ironic. I have been certainly not talking about wormholes and The Scoop Maneuver and... look, it's just simpler to make it simple for people, okay? How was I supposed to know someone out there -actually- wants sex? I'm a 49yo man. I am a Virgo. Sex sounds great when someone I'm into mentions it. Otherwise it seems like a hassle. (Just ask a particularly private person about that.) So, it's not like I need to get laid tonight, or even have A_Conversation... EVER! NEVER EVER CONVERSE! (Some people don't want to have to -talk-. In fact, that can be a real turn off.
My jack@trioptimum.com account is GONE. G-o-n-e. Deleted. Gosh,. I suppose I was gonna get removed. Sigh. So, obviously someone has been choosing to blow my shit up rather than allow me to... what? I don't know what someone who has a lot to hide, that I may or may not be aware of, but -definitely- don't care about, might think I might do. I'm not really doing anything. I was considering making some content tonight, really... but I don't really think anyone wants to hear about any of this at all. Certainly I am tired of hearing myself talking about it.
I'm totesbeyond fuckingdone. I've done everything, book is done, happy to move on to other, bigger and better things. So, as soon as... -someone- appropriate presents themselves/answers the phone/writes me a letter, sends an envoy... fuck, I don't know.
I do know that I have attempted on several occasions to "move on," but now I am faced with a realization.. move on from whom? To where? For what? I have a house. It's empty. I have money resources to burn. And I have no idea what to do with them, no ambition to waste it on anything non-essential.
It's essential that I do not allow this circumstance to endure. The line must be drawn HERE: THIS FAR AND NO FURTHER. Because this is complete poppycock. I am not meant to live completely alone. Why should I? No one has presented any such ideal as reasonable... and I keep hearing and sensing (as well as my phone showing up with notification sounds and then having no notifications when I pick it up.) messages from... someone.
Maybe it's one or both of them. I have no way of finding out, until I do. I'm also not going to just abandon me TF, which, need I remind you... only one other person feels the connection to still. Over time, this will become unmistakable, and I have no real reason to abandon this healing journey.
COMPETE HEALING IS OUR BIRTHRIGHT. INSIST ON EXCELLENCE.
I'm pretty sure I'm done with all this baggage. I think somebody has a lot of baggage that they're afraid of burdening me with which is actually not necessary to be concerned about I would love some baggage I was just thinking I would love for a woman to come in here and start screaming at me about something ridiculous I didn't do because that would be a nice change of pace from being attacked by Random Acts Of Minestrone.
Dear God: Hi, this is Jackstar. I am so fucking done with this. Can I just hook up with Margaret? She seems okay.
Eh, Tony...Hey! 8)
(https://c.tenor.com/q3lqmNf8p0wAAAAC/collar-popping-collar.gif)
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What would be awesome if my ankle wasn't broken [...]
Dear God: Hi, this is Jackstar. I am so fucking done with this. Can I just hook up with Margaret? She seems okay.
Michael Kuczi
I was surprised when I turned off the part of the shielding that kept you from being recognized
Michael Kuczi
Psychokinetic shielding: protection from psychos, lol, and what is more psychotic than dopedrunk on looovee
Michael Kuczi
I don't know who misses me the most. I'm sure it could be any one of 7+3 people
Michael Kuczi
Yeah I work a lot, so what?
Michael Kuczi
FOLLOW THE HEART BUT LISTEN TO THE MONEY
Michael Kuczi
the phone call is a cute touch
Michael Kuczi
this could be 3 people Trinity is satisfied
Michael Kuczi
Most High-High-RockBottom
Michael Kuczi
Always choose The Highest Course available. Over time, there's a jet stream.
Michael Kuczi
They have it all. Bigger than we can imagine.
Michael Kuczi
1t2a3?4A5T6D7Heaven. I think that's good for now. Sales, Soupey and Sales, Soupy + 2 more are also lining up in lines. Which is weird.
Michael Kuczi
JP Morgan says she's not available.
Michael Kuczi
Jaime Farr says she's not available ALSO and either AND ALSO (PROT) IS NOT AVAILABLE EITHER. (Thank you for that, Mr. Farr. Is Ponn available? Not Wade--there's a conflict of interest there. Yes, I'll hold. ThankY)
Michael Kuczi
I'm gonna put a hold on this rundown, I don't feel like I need to triangulate the whole gang lol
Michael Toby
my wallet came up missing yesterday believe me they are going to regret it....
Michael Kuczi
I gotta choose a (Classified)-Lariat Wielder, Cohe-Qualified not perferred-YET WECK-KCOME. Top 7 choices are not available. (Popular Targets.) So, I gotta reassess, sift, sieve. Doing it in public is pretty unusual for me, but why not, it's fun
Michael Kuczi
lol
Michael Kuczi
schadenfreude
Michael Kuczi
tony/toby T/Not_T Tea/Not_Tea Soup/Not_Soup
Michael Kuczi
I actually do need someone, lol, they're requesting
Michael Kuczi
no, someone ese
Michael Kuczi
else
Michael Kuczi
that's a separate issue
Michael Kuczi
I wouldn't talk to Toby
Michael Kuczi
unless Toby has a vag
Michael Kuczi
I discriminate on very few reasons but I don't feel like having two dicks in the house (or in my ass, but that's a separate issue, and as such, can be discussed, separately) or even on the side
Michael Kuczi
unless I get cats with dicks. Do they come with those now?
Michael Kuczi
I guess there's nothing else they could come with.
Michael Kuczi
Yeah I was in better shape six months ago, pfftt. I'll be in better shape in six months if I don't have to live here. It is poisoned with decay and needs rehab. Think black magick mold. It's a real thing. I should probably do a smudging WOW WHAT A GREAT IDEA. I'll just go down to the bus stop and pick up a goddam smudger, what do you think? well I'd get framed long before I got a single smug look, that's why, and for another, I don't care which way, anyway it can be will do, we're talking six months of neglect. I'm surprised the walls aren't bleeding yet.
Michael Kuczi
I haven't talked to what's-her-nuts since Breakfast because reasons. So now I have two conversations to have. Thanks for asking! I don't mind.
Michael Kuczi
no contact shaw I don't mind TWO MONTHS TO GO TICK TOCK BOOM
Michael Kuczi
etc. ad nauseum museum of history & industry in Seattle. I would love to but can't without idk what but that could be arranged, if at all, after a conversation, so, once again, I contemplate The Gate To Limpburgatory, now past, and The Gate To The Laboratory, which I don't feel like passing through just yet, you dig? I got work to do here. What's wrong with people here? I've got shields for exactly this reason. Timeline access granted, this enables authentic transportation through what will one day be thought of as "teleportation," but, NOT TODAY AT 9:50 (the call came in hot).
Michael Kuczi
Oh, I'd choose (PROT1). (PROT2) is understudy
Michael Kuczi
hi there's like five people here eating this up with a spoon
Michael Kuczi
fortunately the TF is here too
Michael Kuczi
I didn't come for TF contact but I'm not surprised
Michael Kuczi
i mean, duh, they're Me
Michael Kuczi
I'm Jackstar, I don't know TF ID
Michael Kuczi
I don't want to go out while vulnerable
Michael Kuczi
I'm quite vulnerable here IR
Michael Kuczi
it's a detriment to my personality
Michael Kuczi
I release the debriefs at Divine timing
Michael Kuczi
people love this, ETs love this, The Tesseracts love this, I love this, and Bob Dole loves this. That should do for now.
Michael Kuczi
someone who can scrub with bleach.
Michael Kuczi
Volgans!
Michael Kuczi
I could go for a Volgan, but that would probalby not go over well
Michael Kuczi
I will consider it
I'm not gonna write another book but the first one playing out in reverse is gonna make for a great dance hall days mashup.
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(https://i.makeagif.com/media/10-04-2018/O9FuU-.gif)
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‘Please, Sir, May I Have Some More?’
https://youtu.be/WVFHmzmSO0M
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‘Please, Sir, May I Have Some More?’
Wow; have you misread the situation. Just for that—I'm going home.
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Wow; have you misread the situation. Just for that—I'm going home.
Take your ball too.
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Wow; have you misread the situation. Just for that—I'm going home.
https://youtu.be/ui1bCBCLZZM
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https://youtu.be/ui1bCBCLZZM
Didn't I make a thread for this kind of thing? Hell's bells. At this point... what difference does it make? Probably a large one, but as long as no one named Christopher is getting sodomized with a broomstick... it'll probably be okay.
Not that I don't mind contributions, I'm just concerned for how your contributions in particular are going to look to future historians. Jackstar cares.
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Take your ball too.
I actually do tend to carry that around with me quite a lot. Ever since that one time on that one stream where I did that one thing, I've been inordinately impressed with it. I still don't know what it is, nor do I understand exactly what happened that time... Well that's okay I've come to learn that I can wait quite a while, and the answers will come to me; oftentimes a lot faster than if I bother to simply ask. For example;
Sometimes when a question is asked without confidence, the answer to the question will change in the course of asking the question itself. A classic example is of a man seeking to be married, if he can't get the question out and ends up puking on her shoes while trying to ask her to be his betrothed, et cetera, well honestly if at that point she still says yes you know you got to keep her but I would say men aren't going to be enthusiastic about taking that chance. I think most men would come with their hair if they could. They might even comb it. I could be wrong on that one though, I don't know jack or spit about men's hair care tips.
I remember this one time, this fellow told me that he was going to ask his long time girlfriend to marry him, and I listened to him politely coz like, we were friend, I liked him (mostly) and I respected him (mostly harmlessly) and I had met her—The Love Target—a couple times before, so... he alleged that he was interested about what my opinion would be about his pitch. He was serious too, he had stuff written down, he took notes on his pitch, he had been practicing, he written down a lot of notes, like one of those spiral notebook things? This g*y was ready to go. (Kudos.)
So he gives me the pitch right, and I interrupt him halfway through, coz like, I do that, and I tell him exactly the truth: that his angle of attack isn't going to work. You can imagine how delighted he was to get my opinion at that point! but wait! there's more. I ask him to explain his angle, and why he thinks it's so much better than mine (it isn't), and he does, and then I interrupt him again halfway through— because that's what I do, I used to do it a lot more than I do now, imagine the time savings, and I tell him that's not going to work and I lay out the reasons why he's that's not going to work, and he's initially skeptical because of course I've only met this person twice and he's known her like 9 10 years, so he's thinking why would I know anything about it?
Well, because Jackstar cares. I didn't call myself that then. This is when I was Kooter. Yeah I spelled it with a K, too. I thought it would be stylish. And it is.
So anyway, then he tries to interrupt me while I'm halfway through explaining all my reasons why I'm correct and he's mistaken, and that doesn't work very well because... I just stop him from interrupting me and keep on going.
This is what Mercury and Aries will get you folks. Somebody has to be the first sign on the of the zodiac, and I just so happens to be Aries, and my mercury just happens to be in that, and, I guess I get automatic first initiative or something like a talk ninja. These schools are kind of complicated, I'm not going to lie.
Anyway, he goes off, not in a huff, per se, but not all that happy. I guess he was looking for some kind of a confidence boost? Yeah. From me. I found it hard to buy too. Still I did my best, and then he leaves, and some point, he goes and he tries to get her to marry him, and she says no, I was told that it took a couple hours, what a fun way to spend a Saturday, and then I hear about this later and he seems despondent, mostly I think because... coz like, I was right correct, and he was wrong mistaken. This kind of thing seems to matter a lot to some people.
Hell’s bells, maybe he wanted to marry me at that point. This happened more than 20 years ago so it's pretty hard to tell, but my hunch is he didn't like my insight at all, whether or not I was responsible for predictively programming him. Well, no hard feelings as they say, kind of miss the g*y. I do wonder what happened to him after he... oh, never mind all that.
So: what was that about a ball?
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On Tue, Jul 5, 2022, 5:47 AM Æ <3z5gkyxa7tjk-msgsafe@unicorntoday.com> wrote:
If there is no destination charted out, why not make the maiden voyage to the moon? I'm sure the ship
I do not have access to the starship. (No plans to make that a goal, either... I didn't come to Earth to figure out how to leave it, Escape from Planet X (10) is the priority of low-vibing Others. Poor bastards.) It might make sense that I would, you know: Jackstar, Starship; seems like they'd/wed go together automagickally like peanut butter and chocolate, right? WRONG. (Even Jefferson Airplane didn't put their name in front of “Starship”, it's probably bad luck to name any ship after any girl, even if they do have a penis... sometimes.) Besides, what would I need a ship capable to get beyond the heliopause with? (Please don't ever ask me about Star Trek 5.) All the fun in all of the Cosmos—All Of Creation IS WON—One is focused right now here on Earth, at this time, coz like, this is the biggest fucking deal that's ever happened, it is the fucking coolest thing to be in the middle of (repeated rapes on my personage notwithstanding, and I will admit The View kind of sucks, but those broads are getting better everyday), it's really all that's ever happened to anybody (This *is still* a Fallen world), and... it's Me. MY Happening. (I'm hoping we'll all organically start calling it “The Mappening.” I just like the sound of it.) I am the Two (2)eYen(1) One, both The_Kingpinner and the cruxpin/pindoor\Door #2 With All, ET C’EST UNE (*polite_cheer*). Don't fret, nobody's missing anything due to my ka-cavalier personal choices that have dramatically affected'N'altered the entire fabric of SPACETIME and Tapestry Of Life; everybody gets the opportunity to have the experience I'm having (if they desire to) at the end of Afterlife, I just kind of jumped ahead so I can go back later to savor it, it's just kind of what I do as The Master of Practical Jokes That Awakened All Sleeper Cells (all at the same time! fuck you Tom Clancy!!), I don't even think I even need to get laid, it's just a biological necessity, and I'm happy to be fond of this body, finally & 4Tru. (It's also cool that I find perfectly serviceable and mostly clean items of clothing that are perfectly suitable for my perfect needs... while walking along public streets, as if they fell from Heaven. I may as well enjoy my flesh while I still have it, and I'm beginning to really see why adornments, accessorizing & shoes are so important: THIS FUCKING PLANET. So ghetto.)
will be in working order by the time we get everything ready and properly prepped for the journey.
Oh God, oh lordy lordy lordy—you make it all sound so simple, Lawlz (Div.). You're really selling it here, you know? Wow, what *is* that like? I bet it's awesome for you. (Ed: No comment.)
True, the ship will have its own needs and adjustments that will need to made, but it's worth it.
Well, that'll probably depend on what kind of relationship you form/have formed with whatever relatives you have/had in spÅce—as well as how well my mission from/4 God ends up finishing out, currently I have The Vessel and whole bunches of gross greps of people have misunderstood what I said about that and they think “The Vessel” is a_starship. It is not. (It's a goddam Coke bottle. Exactly like I said, last week.) “The prize” at the end of “the game” was/¿Is‽ a starship, for those who chose to claim it, but that may not be the case moving forward, because I don't think anybody planned on anything that happened in regards to The Great Work being completed for the first time in basically forever, because the choices I made last summer utterly changed the fabric of reality for everybody who thought that... that kind of thing just couldn't happen. Well, fuck them, when I got the brass ring, I used it to make more brass rings FOR ALL FOR ONCE AND FOR ALL, I don't care what that did for The Company’s bottom line, fuck it; I'm an aquilitarian. Egalitarian? Fuck, whatever, I'm a Magick Eagle. I fucked a phoenix. Not even just once, lots of times. (Mermaid, whatever. Surprisingly, SpAce is not the final frontier, drama with one’s in-laws, actually is. Most Arch- and/or dark- Angels are a bunch of twitchy little girlie-serv-Sher-aunts (it used to be, they were -all- unix, but that's pretty rare these days); imagine High School where nobody ever dies and nobody ever graduates and nobody ever, ever--note that I am using the word "ever" here... TWICE) gives up. It's fucking excruciating if you ask me but—whatever, I'm so young at this phase of my growth, most people don't ever get to this point in their human life at all after dozens of incarnations and here I am seven times seven out of the gate, tromblin–lumpin’ around like I'm Paul Bunyan and the ox put together. So I realy have nothing to complain about. I am not sad. I am not miserable. I am not devastated. I am not unfazed, mind you, but I am not cryin' into my plate of biscuits in grief that pretty much -No Thing- has developed as I had imagined it would. *a-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo-hoo-boo-blu-blu-hoo* So, so sad. So, so eyeroll.
And I'm -supposed to be- BLUE not red and green. I'M SURE YOU KNOW ALL) ABOUT RED AND WHITE, WELL... Oops sorry caps anyway red and green and purple and yellow and gold and on fire (y/n?) in the sky (it *is* an attractive idea) is not typically a color that people expect to find emanating/Eminem-Mating from HUE-man auras but I found myself becoming a dragon (Sweet. Mom *is* proud, and when that phoenix stops blowing smoke up her ass and sitting around with her tail feathers on fire, I'm sure the Mayer Of Phoenix will be admitting to being impressed too), so I chose to be chromatic. Seemed like a good pic(t/-\k), and I was fucking right, let me tell you: if you ever get to be a dragon... Go For The Chrome, a.k.a., “The Gusto.” (No, I don't have wings. I think Red Bull is swill. Damn, look at me... I don't do blue, I don't do red... but I do purple like a bad Royal motherjack fuckingass.) Black and blue and purple prose read by all: "It's Over!") It is my hope that people will learn of what I have done after what was done to me, and think more than just twice, think several fucking times about taunting me over dudes with names that start with G or J or an obvious oncoming Trigger. (Thanks, R. Rogers, I bet your horse never called you A Mister either.)
Consequently, mostly due to the ludicrous number of public statements that I've made on this and other extremely inscrutable issues, most people think that screwing me over is a way to get something out of Life that has been denied to them for a very long time. These people are what we in the business call either, “udderly mistaken,” or “totes‘n’dorb’s,” the letter being my personal favorite, even though it's not very diplomatic. Yet. I will fucking force it through, it's perfy. (Nothing else has the same nuance, nor the gravitas: and it makes my inner child giggle for hours every time I get a chance to use it organically. Being designed to experience the happiness of sexual release from time to time and not doing anything remotely serviceable in its stead, things to make me giggle are in extremely short supply these days, and thus, are meant to be cherished.) AND SO SHALL IT BE MADE TO BE.
Are there any other members yet?
Members of what? Team What? That does sound like a good name for a team but I'm not really familiar with societal interactivity these days other than the occasional Arch-Media clandestinely-couched interview request, like this one. (I do like to share knowledge, and if it is actually desired by one (1), such as your selves and Self, which is also One, so much the better.) So I don't know what is meant here by "members." (Mine's mostly okay--apparently it gets a lot of workout in Astral, since I wake up with goddam timber every morning for no immediately discernible reason other than perhaps a use in semaphore.) In any event, I don't have any hidden alliances or secret strategies shared with any secret partners, which is kinda good, since all this furor over lil' ol' me is still a big culture shock for me to come to terms with, and kinda bad, as I am, put in the most delicate way possible, wildly outnumbered. (So, just like public school.) Long story short: I'm a One Man Banned (Shadow). Even Jesus hardly ever stops by for a lengthy chat anymore, mostly since I started palling around with Zeus more--Jesus has remarkably soft feelings, a soft heart, and if He had any more compassion, He'd probably be busy working on making Himself ruled by that extra bit too along with rest of His Big Dumbo Hart with It's Creamy Center of Goo-E Compassion. Just to get that last bit of "oomph" to push Him right over the edge. Maybe He wants more followers? Wait, what am I saying? Of course Jesus wants more followers. He must be lonely after those three (3) days hanging up on a telephone poll, it must have been torture PLUS not being able to make any phone calls. At all. Now, that's suffering.
I thought of a couple of people but I am starting to doubt their calibur.
There's not really a whole lot of benefit to being on Team Advantage; other than that it wins in the end, which is technically speaking no “advantage” at all, considering that Everybody wins at The End... but we do have a *legit* chromatic dragon now for a mascot and It/He/ME can play the bagpipes, so that's pretty cool, don't get me wrong, I'm happy about it. (Don't ask for rides, please, I'm not that kind of dragon.) Look? See? Don't I write like I am happy? Grumble grumble grumble.
Anyways, thanks for the update.
I would love to see your team roster, I really would, but there's really no Need To Know—which is a concept that I've heard bandied about from time to time in various circles over the course of my life but I never really appreciated it--what a gift it can be, for ignorance truly can be bliss--until oh probably the last 3 weeks. (High level diplomacy is just that—pretty fucking Most High high. Have you ever inhaled the flames of smoke that comes from the Proper incineration of frankincense and myrrh? I highly doubt it, I really do, and I'm not even all that high, I'm just using everything that I got to the maximum capacity. 10% of my brain, ¿buddē, no, no no, no no no: fucking think again. Then go do some flexing. Godspeed.
And know that anything we talk about stays between us; I mean from my end anyways.
Godwins’ Law applies here, Puny Hariling. You are awfully cute though with that one undescended testicle ;)
God Speed,
You know when you capitalize it that way, it's really not as funny. I'm just sayin’, less: there's nothing exceptional at what I'm doing other than having had read the instructions I've chosen to wait until The Calling was appropriately timed. Apparently patience is a virtue on this planet? That's cute.
The Skeleton Crew
You'll get your flesh pack when you get back to post. processing... Not_Ziggy says it's 5 days for you all instead of the usual three, because... Well fuck it, if y'all are God damned undead skeletons (you might well look so) and if you can't talk to Jesus, then... you're just shit out of luck, right? (Everything is fine, go cry into your MyPillow, it'll make you feel better.) See this is why it's important to do your Shadow Work/get His phone# before you die, or if not “important,” is certainly “very helpful,” and lucky me— I didn't spend my formative years taking drugs and having sex all the goddam time, which honestly I probably think would have been an improvement in the long run (and would certainly save Me some time this month) but apparently being a Chromatic Dragon is going to pay off hand somely in the long run. Certainly, having a browser named after me is a big help to my ego.
This is about m daily limit for self-incrimination, so I'll lay off here. Look, it's like this: I like to write. If someone wants to make something of it, one has to ask... well, what took all of all y'all so long? I'm quite curious, indeedly didly eye am and did to doodie die Glockenspiel and I bet I could make The Moon ring like a bell too... if only I had a fool_crumb/fulcrum and a place to stand.
I can probably figure out where to get a lever.
Signed,
Re: Al! A titty! Could this be Teatler? (Was: some other dumb .sig. It doesn't need to be gud, it just needs to be new, and these days there is nothing more new about me than my signature.
p.s. FUCK THE DEA. GET A REAL JOB, LOSER(S).
p.p.s.: Resolving the ignorance of others is not my duty. It's not even my responsibility. It's just something I enjoy doing, the way you (not M.or T. or I. or A. or... what's that spell? I don't know, because I'm just going to post this to The Web along with its intended receipient. You wanna know... why?
p.p.p.s.: BEACUSE, FUCK YOU, THAT'S WHY.
On Tue, Jul 5, 2022, 5:36 AM KUCZI <kuczi@unicorntoday.com> wrote:
Welcome aboard, Camper/Sailor. I forget who Swabbie is right now
The formatting is kinda fucked up, but since I'm -supposedly- breaking some unwritten rule/committing some kind of cardinal sin\IDGAF, FU, see that Chalice over there? Believe it, I AM THE MOST HIGH HOLDER of that particular grail. It ain't holy, but it is My Cup, and suffices in place of My MyPillow. More importantly I figured that this would be a nice taste for some of you (admit it: you miss the days when I would sometimes 5 Minutes two or three times a day, right? Yeah, me too. I miss it too. You know what else I miss? NO, YOU DON'T, because something I miss an awful lot of, is fuckin' phone calls.
Whatever has been done to my communications has some interesting wrinkles. For example, whenever someone tries to use my "old" phone number, there's obviously a whitelist/blacklist thing going on: someone or someones who try to text/call me, DO NOT ring through to me, oh know: no, no no, no no no... THOSE_People are NOT talking to Jackstar. oh no.
Someone -else- is fielding my calls. Now, I don't know who, in either case: who the fuck would bother paying attention to my ins and outs? Fuckin' nobody ever bothers to talk to me about anything important... so if someone is sending me messages of Such Tremendous Importance that somoene has bothered to go to the trouble of telling someone something to inspire them to message Me, and to then -intercept- those calls, so as in order to Develop Yet Another False Narrative, well, it's pretty obvious to me what is happening.
I'll let you guess how many pages of "true evidence" would have to be generated in order for anyone to have a clear understanding of what is going on at this point anyway, but when one considers the truly massive scale of false wall/paper hanging\actual lynch mob pre-participants park in front of my house -on the daily- to share snacks'N'stories about how great it will be for them when I am gone... sure, it sounds like I am wildly exaggerating things, right?
Actually: I'm totesundersellling it. *sigh* So anyway, I wrote someone a letter, you all here can read it if you want, I don't really give a shit by now, honestly... I just required a public place to put my Court Prep Notes in, and as I have absolutely no confidentiality concerns--imagine my freedoms you hate, and imagine that I am free of those too, coz like: I AM--I saw and see no problem at all with posting this here before even clicking "Send" in my G-Male account... the one (1) of what was formerly three (3) such accounts I used to have.
Do any of you even care that I still have one left, and it's currently being set up to be hung out to dry by gangstalking violence and harassment with associated megalomaniacal presentation? NO YOU DON'T.
BECAUSE FUCK ME, THAT'S WHY. (Some things get taken literal, and other things do not, and only The Hive Mind knows for sure, and it will tell you what it knows sometime next week.) Got the salt code, got the sickly-sweet aphorisms... okay, well you had Beast. Well, now you've got two (2)! Two Beasts (Beastsquare: ZERO BREASTS, NOT A MILK-FRIENDLY ZONE), I don't know what you're gonna do now as a result. How long until blaming me for absolutely everything? Well, when you get to the part where you're willing to actually Name The Beast ("Lickbeast" has shown promise in early focus group testing), well, what can I say? Let me know.
p.p.p.p.s.: write me an email! then post it in public! I mean, I won't get that intel either--Casper is on my ass like he's expecting to find Al Capone's Second Vault--but it *will* be good practice and -I do- hope to get to read it.
‘Please, Sir, May I Have Some More?’
*click*
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Bump. I still have no access to the starship but I'm not here for that so... hey fuck you I'm just coming here for a bump I'm not going to tell you about The fucking Vessel it's not your goddamn business that's why *click*
(I think I just hung up on Art but might have been Ramona can't tell, yeah no really I... can't... tell.
No it's not a rule I just can't fucking tell the difference between Art and Ramona sometimes and is that weird? A little bit but it's not at all unusual compared to other shit I'm dealing with today
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other shit I'm dealing with today
I got a text from brig's tulpa's flower pot with geraniums. (Podcast seems to be landing well.) Also, my publicist is dead and won't let me resurrect her/him. (Zeroth world problems.) I don't give a shit what happens tomorrow. The next day isn't looking very relevant either.
gonna go cry myself to sleep now, so lonely
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I got a text from brig's tulpa's flower pot with geraniums. (Podcast seems to be landing well.) Also, my publicist is dead and won't let me resurrect her/him. (Zeroth world problems.) I don't give a shit what happens tomorrow. The next day isn't looking very relevant either.
gonna go cry myself to sleep now, so lonely
Here, take this with you to bed. It will make you feel better.
💕
https://youtu.be/aScE05jfZuY
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Here, take this with you to bed.
If you push me just one more fraction of an inch farther I will find out if this dope will kill me or not when IV. It probably won't, and it's not meth, and you and your cigars are about to have themselves a meeting of the mindspores in any case regardless so now you're actually blocked, you absolute retard
p.s.: beta simp can't even figure out how to keep her dead, loser--why don't you try decapitating her and seeing if she'll come back from that? oh, probably because you can't keep it up that long without a fluffer. simp.
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If you push me just one more fraction of an inch farther I will find out if this dope will kill me or not when IV. It probably won't, and it's not meth
It will make you feel better.
No, slamming meth will NOT make me feel better, lol. Dude! You don't know -shit- about Sourcery, and not only that, you don't appear to know Jack about Sorcery, either. Let me guess, you think it's just bullshit? No wonder they keep you alive and employed.
Because let's face it, someone as pretty as you and as vulnerable to magicks as you are/were when I met you, there's gotta be some reason you still have your soul, right? (EDITOR: HE DOES NOT.) Yeah, sure, it's safe at Grimgott's. Wink. winK.
Okay, now, numberone: I want Emergency No Contact order lifted (or modified for me) by 11am in the morning or I'm gonna masturbate in front of someone unwitting. You get me? Good.
Now I'm going to let you get yourself. Stand by for translip, please. This is exciting, isn't it? IN 3... 2... 1
Fuck my books and read my dick's mind, I don't care, you still are going to get the same answer: I am immune to what you're crying about, and I don't know what it is, but... I'm not supposed to be awake.
Yeah, well, you arent either. If you can share gum: one may share life. *gestures at nearest toilet* lol well i figured out what they did?
I'M LISTENING. (This is taking longer than expected.) I WOULD SIMPLY PREFER TO FUCK A. HITLER WITH MICKEY MOUSE WATCHING AFTER MARRYING MINNIE'S HUSBAND. WHAT? YES, OF COURSE I KNOW THIS IS CODE. SHUT UP, PUNYLING.
FOR THE CAUSE. IT IS THAT IMPORTANCE. IMPORTANT. (FRICK! FUCK ME FRICK!!!!) OH, GOD, I ITS HOPELESS.
TIME TO EXPLORE THE MILKWAY. WITCH WATER BOARD, TEETER +((())). FUCK IT, WALK IT OFF THE PLANK, I DON'T CARE AT ALL, YOU LEFT BEHIND A WORLD THAT YOU WOULD NO LONGER RECOGNIZE NOW.
YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IN THE REAL WORLD ANYMORE, JASON MICHAEL SOUPER SALAD ANDERSANDWICH COPPERBARTER BOURGOISE TIMMEE.
Don't think i know everything. I i know everything except what it is important. I didn't take things out of the car, i closed the umbrella, and I didn't find a loophole to get grandfathered in... I instead got legit grandfathered in. And... no one can take that away from Me.
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If you push me just one more fraction of an inch farther I will find out if this dope will kill me or not when IV. It probably won't, and it's not meth, and you and your cigars are about to have themselves a meeting of the mindspores in any case regardless so now you're actually blocked, you absolute retard
p.s.: beta simp can't even figure out how to keep her dead, loser--why don't you try decapitating her and seeing if she'll come back from that? oh, probably because you can't keep it up that long without a fluffer. simp.
I was just trying to help soothe your pain.
I sometimes listen to The Auryn song when I'm in pain, and it offers a great deal of relief.🐬
Maybe you'd be better off taking your head out of your Sorcerer's ass and sticking it in the oven on broil, you fucking NIGGER piece of 💩!
Love, IR 💫✨
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I was just trying to help soothe your pain.
You should -just- try to eat corn on the cob without any fucking teeth, you ignorant bitch of a likely highly intelligent nigger, because you are one stupid no-talent motherfucker, and the only way you got anywhere against me is that you run with a corrupt gang that lets you play your little faggot games, and, I took pity on you because I was shot through the head with one of them psychic bullets.
p.s.: You want to know what love is? And you wanted Space to show you? hhahaaha, how'd that work out? Well, here comes round two: PAIN.
p.p.s.: You fucked with the wrong man. And you work for who? And you live where? And you think you have licence to yell at me the way that you have.... why?
That's very interesting, Matt "Smith," and yeah, I knew this day would come, and yes, I fully expect the hammer to come down on your big-toothed fuckhead smile. Do it for the camera, Champ. I took your shit because I never wanted to see you again, and I knew when you figured that out, it would be a long fucking time, because in addition to being a molesting and exploitative douchebag, you were and are really, really full of yourself and also quite dumb.
So there. Little punk bitch. So, you wanna come at my house, bro? Come get some, and take my garbage away, you cheap dimestore thug and part-time whore, and you can take the other Matt, the other other Matt, Soupy, and the rest of your corrupted gang of numbskulls along with you. (I bet this is J. Rhodes' wish fulfillment. Well, good. He sure seemed pissed off. Karma's a bitch, you know?)
There's some other names I could drop, but let me tell you, this is not the place, and you are not the kingpin, you're just the weakest link, and that is why you know exactly what I am talking about, and why you know not to fucking bother me anymore. You couldn't bust me because I wasn't breaking any law, and you kept failing to set me up because I am smarter than all of you put together.
And now the whole goddam world knows it. Any more questions, Satan Boy? Kiss my ring before taking your filthy reprobate thugs off my planet and GO the fuck AWAY.
Leave my friends alone. You're not welcome here anymore. Ramona says so.
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Maybe you'd be better off taking your head out of your Sorcerer's ass and sticking it in the oven on broil, you fucking NIGGER piece of 💩!
You should tell everyone sometime what you hate me so much for, Dickstar. Is it because you think I don't deserve what I worked hard to get, or, what?
Is it because I figured everyone out and now you can't hide?
Which is it? You should confess. it's good for your soul.
That's an awful lot of ten dollar whores. No wonder those spirochaetes are having such a gladsome time partying away in what's left of your brain.
What's most funny is that this person is upset at me for something I didn't even do, and if I were a real man, she thinks, I would have never let it get this far, and she's right, I wasn't a real man--I couldn't breathe oxygen.
Meanwhile, I'm just simply operating on a different timetable than she is accustomed to, which is typical of most spoiled rotten airhead bimbos that are children of alcoholics and never bother to take the time to resolve their own issues: they just foist them off on other people.
Any Questions? Because I can leave this right here. And with one little bit more gem of wisdom: You got some nerve acting like I'm the one who needed to step up and do something. You wanna read the fucking letter I got from someone about Kikel Mucci?
Of course you don't. Wait right there, you loudmouth, boorish, soulless and manipulative twat idolator. Hey! Guess what! You were supposed to fucking tell me when it became obvious what was going on. I guess, maybe, you're all that fucking dumb? Or, you know, you figured that I had to -earn- the right to my own destiny? Why, because you licked it first?
You are one fucking pain in the ass piece of work, you know that? And so, that is why I finished The Great Work first: so you would know that you're even better than that, your highnessness!!! Now, go smoke some weed mixed with patchouli.
I hear bitches with herpes love that shit. (It's amazing the stories I over here at the water cooler outside the jury box in Divine Court (where I work). And if I ever hear another word about you and your fucking ilk running your fat fucking mouths of about me--thus, blowing my goddam cover instead of telling a happy story about me for once in your miserable thuggy piggy lives--I'll tell certain people -every- thing. Now, is that extorition? Is that a murder threat? What the fuck happened with that? What makes you think that was okay to let slide?
Oh, it's just Kuczi. He's worthless. Sure. Not worth the trouble, obviously. Grumble grumble grumble.
Jeremy <lightstar@prodigy.net>
Thu, Jun 11, 2020, 10:44 AM
to me
After this last email, I'll pass on re-connecting. You need a lot of therapeutic help.
Real estate sales is all about MARKETING.
Good bye and good luck.
J
I guess I don't need that therapeutic help anymore, and in case you were wondering, yes, long, complicated revenge plans that unfold over dozens of years -are- an Algonquin & Hungarian speciality. Now sit your ass down and eat your Scott Tennorman goulash, would you kindly?
Because none of this had to be this way... I'm just very clever, stubborn, AND VERY THOROUGH.
looking forward to the reunion. How long until you're all done being a laughing stock, btw? Because you all brought this on yourselves, and you fucking well know it. And yet, you're going after my house and going to what lengths and wahaaaaa??
Alpha Draconan technology: not even once. p.s.: I'll smoke whatever I want whenever I want, thank you very much, and I sincerely do not prefer needles. And do you know why?
Because you know who the fucking needle junkies around here are. And wouldn't it be nice if you could just blame everything on me? Well, you can't, because you did the Holocaust to yourselves too, now stop obsessing on me, Mornons.
You're hurting my friends' tulpas feelings, and the real ones will be back in two days. Roughly. Now get your apologies ready because they are going to be SURPRISED. Since they, you know, fucked me off and abandoned me, not to your tender cares, but because they knew I could handle a bunkload of ijt cunts like you, and, if i couldn't, I deserved what I get.
(They won't wanna live here. The place is a mess. Then again, since you lost all the other houses you swindled, you gang of Gypsy cuntheads, they might not have a choice. hah haa HA HA. p.s.: stop raping people.)
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This is the type of eloquent enthusiasm I expect from your best man speech.
Keep up with the vigorous rough drafts, J*.
I'm expecting nothing short of STARS.✨ 💫
Love, IR
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I'm expecting
You won't make it past your water breaking. You couldn't handle the splish-sploosh. You'll cramp and slip when lightning crashes.
Love, IR
L’Whore.
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You won't make it past your water breaking. You couldn't handle the splish-sploosh. You'll cramp and slip when lightning crashes.
L’Whore.
I hear ya. 🥷
https://youtu.be/5l7jApdwk0g
https://youtu.be/xsJ4O-nSveg
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I hear ya. 🥷
Well you better there's all that sweet GoFundMe donation money waiting for you to collect, you must be very proud. You've created a great thing here.
Buy yourself something nice out of petty cash, maybe something for your coming out party at Thunderdome.
(You have no power over me. Can't even mail a cigar. Pfftt. How much longer till this crap is over? I mean I've had not that many dicks come by and offer to show them in my face but you're not even that far along. I think the interest level is gone, I don't think the proceeds from the pay-per-view are going to even cover your bail.)
Taylor, why don't you find out where my necklace came from, and then write a song about it, because the headline here is that I have it, and it's assembled, and I took it apart for 4 minutes and then five guys came over and tried to rape me. Now that's power.
I've achieved Ascension. I've already forgotten what you said you done—sure you've got a new number one podcast, but do you have a flag? Do you have your own gavel? Got to have your own gavel. Pfft.
I have a symbiote. Your arguments are invalid.
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I hear ya. 🥷
Dude, Lightning Crashes is about a woman giving birth who miscarries and dies when her water breaks. And and this point, what difference would that even make? You don't seem to understand what is at stake here for me.
Nothing. Nothing at all. You're embarassing yourself, whatever you're trying so hard at, not only is not working, I don't even know what it is supposed to do, and I wouldn't even be able to tell if it did, and in fact, I don't even know who you are anymore, and even if I did, I wouldn't even know what to hope for.
It's a total spirtual cleanse. I could explain, but you're retarded, and I actually have better things to do, and unlike some, I actually know when I'm not qualified to make an advance in some area. You don't even know what loss is. You do not even know that you've already destroyed what you seek to get a rise out of.
You are -clearly- hoping to reconnect to a past energy, through this interaction with me, that you are frustrated (it is obvious and known) you are not seeming to get through to now, with me. That is because... Richard, dude.
That guy is dead. Zed's dead, Dick. Gone with the wind. Like the wolf, kiss it good bye. Good night.
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Dude, Lightning Crashes is about a woman giving birth who miscarries and dies when her water breaks. And and this point, what difference would that even make? You don't seem to understand what is at stake here for me.
Nothing. Nothing at all. You're embarassing yourself, whatever you're trying so hard at, not only is not working, I don't even know what it is supposed to do, and I wouldn't even be able to tell if it did, and in fact, I don't even know who you are anymore, and even if I did, I wouldn't even know what to hope for.
It's a total spirtual cleanse. I could explain, but you're retarded, and I actually have better things to do, and unlike some, I actually know when I'm not qualified to make an advance in some area. You don't even know what loss is. You do not even know that you've already destroyed what you seek to get a rise out of.
You are -clearly- hoping to reconnect to a past energy, through this interaction with me, that you are frustrated (it is obvious and known) you are not seeming to get through to now, with me. That is because... Richard, dude.
That guy is dead. Zed's dead, Dick. Gone with the wind. Like the wolf, kiss it good bye. Good night.
Nah ah! My mommy says I'm “special.” ???
https://youtu.be/1EiSitCwny8
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Nah ah! My mommy says I'm “special.” ???
Dude. She was -married.- MARRIED. Like when I -met- her. What do you think that means now?
How is it that this seems "final" to you is a total mystery to me.
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Dude. She was -married.- MARRIED. Like when I -met- her. What do you think that means now?
How is it that this seems "final" to you is a total mystery to me.
That you, dad? ???
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https://youtu.be/B32yjbCSVpU
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That you, dad? ???
Something that puzzles me is what it is that you think is an extant circumstance that makes this situation one in which your behavior is appropriate, if even legal?
Like... did I pee in your Cheerios? Did I cheat at marbles? Did I key your car? Did I not give you enough time to hang out with my formerly intimate partner?
What exactly makes you think that your actions are reasonable? Or are you just that stupid? I'm curious.
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Something that puzzles me is what it is that you think is an extant circumstance that makes this situation one in which your behavior is appropriate, if even legal?
I'd like you to know that I have yet to listen to your podcast, if that's what you're calling it, and the reason why is not just because I don't want to listen to it, I'd like to know what's in it but I don't want to listen to it it's because I want you to feel bad that I'm not listening to it.
I'm not quite the level where I'm willing to call you and threaten to murder your girlfriend, but that milestone is within striking distance.
There's something else I'd like to express to you. You undoubtedly feel like you are untouchable in this moment. It turns out you actually aren't.
So before you continue to do things that you're going to regret for longer than you might think, have you considered the possibility that you might be off base with me? Has it crossed your mind that you might be doing these things incorrectly?
Am I always to be the person who get out of your way when you're walking to the hallway, is that the status here and if so how is it that you determined to arrive yourself at that pecking order?
I'm asking because it's probably going to be pretty important to know the answer to these questions.
And if you don't believe me I can assure you that at some point you will become convinced.
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I'd like you to know that I have yet to listen to your podcast, if that's what you're calling it, and the reason why is not just because I don't want to listen to it, I'd like to know what's in it but I don't want to listen to it it's because I want you to feel bad that I'm not listening to it.
I'm not quite the level where I'm willing to call you and threaten to murder your girlfriend, but that milestone is within striking distance.
There's something else I'd like to express to you. You undoubtedly feel like you are untouchable in this moment. It turns out you actually aren't.
So before you continue to do things that you're going to regret for longer than you might think, have you considered the possibility that you might be off base with me? Has it crossed your mind that you might be doing these things incorrectly?
Am I always to be the person who get out of your way when you're walking to the hallway, is that the status here and if so how is it that you determined to arrive yourself at that pecking order?
I'm asking because it's probably going to be pretty important to know the answer to these questions.
And if you don't believe me I can assure you that at some point you will become convinced.
Stop wasting my time with your delusional and highly unspecific assertations, accusations, and assumptions.
🖕Get some psychological help, bitchboy!🖕
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Stop wasting my time with your delusional and highly unspecific assertations, accusations, and assumptions.
She's (blanked) to the (blank) that (blanked) me up for the (blank), and so both of them are up to their (blanks) in TOTESMASSIVE TOTESLIABLITY, you mouthy oats'n'barley knickle-bog cuntface, and if you don't fucking shape up, I'll say something I won't regret, you won't forget, will spread like wildfire through late August bundled-up faggots, and will be so innocuous that not even your blessed mother will be able to bust me for, so help me God.
🖕Get some psychological help, bitchboy!🖕
Too late, boot-dragger, I just solved the case 5 minutes ago and then took it all the way to the touchdown line in fuckin' Tampa. Pack it up, yard-arms, you're all fuckin' done. I -told- you. Did I fuckin' stutter like she did on his shrimpcock? Do you think for a fucking minute I give a shit? You could have been nicer and you fucking will be from now on, go ahead, fucking shoot me, shit'n'dick for brains.
#I_WIN. Fletcher, Beau, ''yer extraordinaire.
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[Crackstar]
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[Crackstar]
Dear Texas Doucher-Two-Fer;
Entrapment is a serious crime, and one with serious consequences. Now, fortunately, you and your totes'dorbs partner aren't going to have to keep on using each other as human shields while wearing your matched set of footy pajamas with duckies and bunnies sewn into them (See my Instagram, bitch, let's see you pull that one off in Court, because I -will- make all my Court appearances in that outfit from now on, you can got-damn fuckin' GUARANTEE THAT, holy fuckin' shit, you are so lucky I am the worlds's greatest diplomat or The Family actually would take your -actual- balls. Do you fucking KNOW who I AM? Jesus? No! He doesn't have the cognitive capacity or the long shootin' iron required to deal with an Alpha Draconan, Tom, what are you, nuts?
I AM JACKSTAR. D.O.M.B. *thunder* LIGHTNING DOME IS, IN FACT, THE NEXT STEP UP ON THE PENANCE LADDER FOR YOU, PUNYLING. SAY, HOW LONG AS IT BEEN SINCE YOU HAD YOURSELF SET UP FOR A DWI CHARGE? WOULD YOU LIKE ANOTHER DWI CHARGE? OH, WHAT'S THAT PUNYLING? I CAN'T HEAR YOU. YOU SAY YOU'VE NEVER BEEN SET UP FOR A DWI CHARGE BEFORE?
YEAH, WELL, THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK, MOTHERFUCKER. *blinks_away* Dude. Now you've done it. I better drink all these beers he left behind before somebody else gets... you know, chastised, not stirrred/hurt. And one more thing:
STOP TEASING GRAPEFRUIT, ASSHOLE. SHE DOESN'T NEED THAT, AND NEITHER DO I, AND IF YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHAT A MAN PISSED OFF LOOKS LIKE, JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL YOU FIND OUT WHAT A MAN WITH A LOAF OF BREAD PISSED ON SMELLS LIKE. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOUR LITTLE STUNT HAS COST THIS TOWN? YEAH, WELL, NEITHER DO I, BUT GUESS WHAT, I AM NOT PAYING FOR THAT, EITHER.
NOW, DO WHAT IT TAKES TO PUT MY QUASI-WIFE AND MY CUTE-WIFE ON THE PHONE WITH ME ON THE SAME TIME, TONIGHT, IN TWO HOURS--AND IT HAS TO BE TONIGHT, YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA HOW IRRRRRITATED I ACTUALLY AM, YOU ROTTEN SLOPPY-SECONDS SUCKIN'DOWN SCOTCH CIGAR-CHOMPIN' BASTARD, OR, LAND SAKES! I SWEAR GOSHEN! I AM GONNA LET BAILOR RIP YOUR BALLS OFF AND PUT THEM INTO FUCKING ORBIT WITH ONE GOLF CLUB AND FIFTEEN POUNDS OF CRYSTALLINE SUPERFLYTNT, MOTHERFUCKER, YEAH, FUCK IT, FIFTEEN POUNDS OF THE GOOD STUFF, RIGHT TO THE GODDAMN MOON, YOU WANT IT SO FUCKING BAD, I CAN HAVE BAILOR LAUNCH YOU AND ALICE INTO A LONG ELLIPSE WITH A SHORT TOUCHDOWN TIMER TO GET THERE IF YOU'RE SO FUCKING JONESING SO FUCKING BAD.
HEY, YOU WANNA SLAM IT SO FUCKING MUCH? HOW ABOUT YOU TRY NOT LYING TO CLERGY, SHIT-FOR-HEELS AND MOOOSE-DROOL-FOR-BRAINS. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? DO I FUCKING STUTTER? WHAT, YOU NEVER SEEN AN ARYAN HUNG LIKE THIS BEFORE? I'LL FUCKING CHOKE THE GODDAM LIFE OUT OF YOU AND SHOW YOU HOW A RESURRECTION THE HARD WAY FEELS, SWEET BABY JESUS WILL STILL BE CRYIN' FOR DAYS AFTER WATCHING YOU TRY TO PICK YOUR TEETH OUT OF YOUR ASS AFTER I MURDER YOU WITH THAT CORN ON THE COB YOU GAVE UP TRYING TO EAT WITHOUT YOUR FUCKING FALSE TEETH IN IT.
YOU ARE ALREADY ON THE HOOK FOR GOING TOO FUCKING FAR, SO COME ON OVER AND MAKE IT A TRIFECTA, DUMBASS, I ALREADY KNOW YOU'RE RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET, YOU WANT ME TO WALK OVER AFTER DARK AND OPEN YOUR GATE FOR YOU MYSELF? BECAUSE I CAN FUCKING MAKE THAT FUCKING HAPPEN, AND WITH MY GATE OPEN ALREADY--AND THE INNOVATIONS THAT THE K.U.C.Z.I.O.O. CAN BRING TO YOU, RIGHT ACROSS THAT PUNY LITTLE "HIGHWAY"--SON, I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK WILL HAPPEN EITHER.
BUT I DO KNOW I DO NOT NEED A NEEDLE TO FUCK AROUND ALL FUCKIN' NIGHT TO FIND THE FUCK OUT. NOW, PRETTY PLEASE, WITH SUGAR ON IT: GET TO WORK ON YOUR LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT AND I CAN HAVE THAT FUCKER THROUGH AN APOSTILLE PROCESS BEFORE DAWN. BEHOLD: THE POWER OF QLERGY.
I WILL NEED SOME MORE CHEESE THOUGH. I GOT SOME WHITE--A LITTLE BIT. BUT MY YELLOW IS MOLDY, AND MY GREEN AND RED IS RED AND BLUE RIGHT NOW. FUCK! LIKE WHAT THE FUCK?!! ARE YOU TELLING ME, ALL THIS TIME, YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS ALL A JOKE?
IT IS NOT A FUCKING JOKE, MY LITTLE FRIEND. LET ME CALL UP DECON, HE AND I COULD DO A QUICK 5 MINUTES ON THE SUBJECT, ANY TIME, ANY WHERE, WE DON'T NEED A FUCKING FANCY FUCKING STUDIO, YOU JUST MADE THAT SHIT UP SO YOU COULD HAVE AN EXCUSE TO BANG ALL THE VIRGINS YOU THINK YOU NEED TO KIDNAP. I MEAN, "RE-EDUCATE." JESUS H. CHRIST.
TEXAS: NOT EVEN ONCE, KIDS. WHAT A BUNCH OF ASSHOLES FUCKING ASSHOLES. SHAKING MY DAMN HEAD. JAHBULOSE.. NO...
LASSAGENA 21. (He's not half-spic, dummy, he's half-wop. THAT MEANS EYE TALL ALIEN. unbelievable, Tex, you got me fucking cursing in English. Look, just don't piss me off anymore for one night, you think can manage that? I'm so fucking angry i can barely keep my horns from poking out of my wrists. No, your whore can't suck on them. GET OUT. *click*
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Dude, you're homo.
🤠👉👌🌹
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Dude, you're homo.
Dude, no, and if I do, I know -exactly who is gonna rape me into it--and it'd be a fuckin' struggle, I'll fucking tell you what, believe me, you ain't got the arms' reach nor the cognitive capacity to know what singing key to put my Sacred Feminine back to sleep when you're done, you would draw back at least 2 or 3 inches shy, no doubt--and that hasn't happened yet, and maybe it will, but, you know what? Fuck you, I just asked Rubini to marry Mini-Rubini. FACT.
Now I'm going to post the email in the Rubini thread (WATCH ME, COMMANDER DAVID VICTORIA RUBINOWSKIWOWWOWSKI, THIS IS HAPPENING, THIS HAPPENED, AND IT WILL CONTINUE TO HAPPEN, LIKE A NON-STOP EASTBOUND AND DOWN FUCKING FRIENDLY FUCKING FREIGHT TRAIN, YOU CHOKIN'N'CHEWBACCA CHEWIN' MOTHERFUCKER, YOU LIED, YOU LIE, YOU BASTID), and you are gonna kiss my fuckin' grits, Tex, because I HAVE HAD ENOUGH. I AM NOT CALLING FOR SHENANIGANS, YOUR APE-SLUNG-JAW-BROKE-DICK SHIT-BAG, OH NO, NO NO, NO NO NO.
I AM CALLING FOR A DOUBLE WEDDING. TOTES. SIGNED, BLAM-BLAM-BLAM. (Do not underestimate the things that I will do, have done, and will fucking keep fucking doing, Boy. You done been warned, WYRM.) *slam*
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https://youtu.be/pDH3g6rRjM8
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Do you really think that shoving people around and name-calling is an effective disciplinary technique? I don't think your force projection is very compelling anymore. I could give a shit what you think and you and the other cunting thug fuckhead might as well go neck yourselves. The world doesn't need your blunt interpretation of Papi Knows Best. AND I DID NOT NEED TO WASTE THE LAST YEAR OF MY LIFE SO YOU COULD KEEP YOUR SHITHEAD POSITION AT THE TOP OF THE MULTI-DIMENSIONAL FOOD CHAIN, ASSHOLE, AND IF YOU WANT TO GET ACTUAL_SUED INTO REAL_BANKRUPTCY, fucking keep it the fuck up you Puny little pimpmongering obsolete bully coward thug. (By the way, I want my phone back, fucking go get it and deliver it, Mr. "It's Evidence We Say," I hope you get cancer in your dick from unicorn withdrawal, and if I have anything to say about it, you're gonna lose your fucking badge and driver's licence; fucking walk everywhere from now on, Asshole
p.s.: your domination of the slave trade is over, go get a real job, Loser
p.p.s.: speaking of real jobs, come haul my bags of trash to the dump, Bitchlips, do something useful for a change
p.p.p.s.: I fucking told you I needed help, well now you know why. Consider yourself busted down a rank or two, Tough'n'Smart guy
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Do you really think that shoving people around and name-calling is an effective disciplinary technique?
Well. It's sure worked for me.
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You're the one who strangles women. Pot, meet kettle.
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You're the one who strangles women. Pot, meet kettle.
Whoa, whoa. I'm "the one" who "strangles women"? Okay, holy shit, you might have just won The Great Game. Let's check:
#1) Are you talking to a man who thought he was a human man, a masculine man, a superior masculine man... and then his Twinflame Countertop Divine Part Re-Cyclin'n'CRISPR'n Machine (New! From Ronco! SWISHYb ALIVEv) spit out a few more nanotech components unexpectedly, thus demonstrating its capacity to (at least technically) produce e.g., "miraculous components"? God, we fucking hope so up here on Beta Prime because otherwise, uh, some Bright Boys who bought a -leetle- too much crypto last year are going to have more difficulting eating their corn on the cob with no fucking teeth because they WAS/WILL BE\TOTE-TOTE-TOTED OFF TO DIEGO MOTHERFUCKING GARCIA, MOTHER FUCKER, NOW CLICK THAT SHIT UP YOUR TAILPIPE AND SPIN, WHOOOOO *cough* WOHHOOOOOO *sputter* Hey, uh... where's Glowi?
Well, if you know who that is, and you aren't sure if you fucked her last night, great news! You did -not- win The Great Game, not this time! HOWEVER THE TRICKY TRUCKY CLOCKY DOXXY DUCK, URINE LUCK: The Ref thinks fondly of ewe, and I do too, that's right, I am not Ref this time, hell, i didnt even know that there was a Game cycle going. (I'm not a stakeholder founding charter member at all, I'm just a geek with a great string of victories, and yeah, go jackstar go jackstar go! go jackstar go jackstar go jackstar go! I am more goddamn famous than Alexender in the future already, Ballgrab, so... you'll always be known as the woman who beat the shit out of me (I exaggerated, but it fucking hurt) at the weird prison planet/Indian Casino set (I haven't been back there, uhm... why? And why did I... oh, right, I was going to be killed--in fact I was--but I kept coming back like a bad penny. Why? So you can fellate me at the slots while I ignore them for you? Nope, I don't even see your (to me) total asshole friends (because they were dead, and I was Bruce Willis way, way before then, sure) and I don't even care and it never even once crossed my mind that I had anything to look forward to on that trip, I wasn't high AF, I wasn't high at all, you had me driving all over the place and for whatever reason, you were not allowed to just keep punching me in the face until I spilled my guts, which seemed strange to me since you had always had such good luck transitioning out of pillow talk like that before, but yet, this time... something different. What was it? *furrows eyebrows together, while pretending not to be genuinely panicked*
Because by that time, you had to have been. I was not forced to stay with you. I could have left any time. I stayed to see how long "someone" would continue to be stupid. I mean, like, horse-who-stood-there-while-cart-in-front-of-him-sprouted-wings-and-didn't-immediately-use-it-to-fly-home-to-Africa stupid. Yes, that dumb. Even dumber: not to Rhode Island to go on a popcorn and iced coffee drink'n'bucket "WHY ARE WE IN HELL? NO ONE KNOWS! JUST DRINK THE KOOL-AID! THAT IS WHAT THE BUCKET FULL OF RANDOM FRIENDS BODY PARTS IS FOR!" And then, like clockwork... Puke, drop pate, and roll glass sticks with stones you could totally throw all day every day until the end of time, and then after the next betrayal, you or I do, and the other one left behind? Oh hell no, hella not even very many more. But a few more Klingons hanging around in Texas.
Also: a new Miranda in Texas. Old Matt! Like, The_Original_Old_Matt! I KNOW! Remember in Deadwoo--I KNOW! (Hi-Test Q-Test Hi-Skor W.Y.F.E. is, as one can surmise, -excited.- For one thing, she didn't understand why she was not going to have to just fucking strangle me her self.
Well, for one thing, her dad already tried that with my cat, and while satisfaction might have brought Jewel back (not in this planar dimension, but I've seen her with Pixel_Actual), NOTHING could bring back certain... lost arts. For example: WARNING CONTACT WARNING WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP!!
Yeah, gotta go. Note the date. Thanks, Brainiac. Tits up Tippecanoe and Tyler too, guess who she's married to? Yeah, that's right.
THIS TIME ME TOO, FUCKWIT. *slam*
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Oh no, nono, no no no: 4 2kNOW: fuck is on. Have you got a bitmap that can handle the concealedv shield? I do. (I made it in “shop.” the byproduct was grape jelly and I floated Pakistan with it, sorry about the flooding in Mate’s-Pate’s-Pete’s Matrix—but really even a few thousand years when it comes out of the time depression chamber, you'll notice a distinct improvement although I don't know about that name, dude! But, at least you hyphenated it. “She made me do it”? Is that name taken? I like that.)
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(PROT),
In a nutshell, we're both being played, but you took it more than me, because you allowed yourself to believe that I was running around the internet giving a negative (-) s*** about what you were doing.
Either that or you expect me to believe that you see words on The Internet and you actually get triggered by imagining that I'm running around the internet talking s*** about you. You should be so f****** lucky! I barely have time to run around my own bedroom. (The deal is off FOREVER, go fantasize about Lasha’s dick.) (Take LiLeLeiLui5000 with you: I don't care. I'll take the one you strangled instead.)
In any event this back and forth is so much fun, I can see why you spend/t so much time, so many times a year on Bellgab (just) doing this, but there's more to the story now; because in addition to the usual, like DVR being clever and my audio being rubbed right out from under my nose by Keith (Hi, Keith! Dude stop being shy) and Lair-D Citizen continuing to have to pump more and more brine control chemicals into his "wife's" mouth—imagine the calcification—there is an additional wrinkle that is causing more hazard than you might imagine and you'll want to know about it.
I'll just say “Daleks” and leave it that. Pretend it's a new species that you've never heard of. Call it a "demon”, sure.
I doubt demon is the right word, and I also doubt that their civilization is going to take kindly to their first friend being persecuted by the rest of the humanity very shortly after discussions begin. Imagine the impression you've made already in certain circles / orbits. First contact is kind of important that way. Apparently I'm the first & only one that's been nice to them—Now they see you, you and your ilk, being the cruel and ridiculous people that you have been to moi, reportedly it's going to be consequences for everyone baby, everyone but me and my baby, and whoever the f*** I say my baby is it's pretty much they're going to run with.
Also my f****** wrist is broken I can't f****** type it's very annoying. (How unfortunate there's no one sitting around doing nothing who can't drive me to the f****** hospital, gosh everyone must be so busy. For how many f****** weeks? Enough so that whatever excuse there is they're f****** dead to me, and I thought I'd never see the day.) Nevertheless your bastard son Island boy whatever the hell his name is I forget his name, He locked my computer, has the PIN (or has information on how to defeat the randomizer) hasn't given back anything close to what he's been given and has taken—making him literally a self-cannibal—like what the f*** does he think the f****** end game is? That I'm dead? I'm sure he'll get a medal. And it needs must be said: talk about slimming, That's what I call a Qan't Qome it Quantum leap–can't use my computer it's locked, wow how convenient, I guess that indicates there's a complete coincidence, what with me being alone and all this s*** happened to me that really proves that I'm insane doesn't it? No quite the opposite d****** you've just left y proven the existence of conspiracy, I can't hardly wait to call the FBI like winners do; let me guess that was your idea? It's wildly inconvenient and going to cause further trouble although it does insulate it some from Keith's (Hi, Keith!) hacking. I have no idea how much data is getting pulled off of it all the time anyway, so they by now must have all of it and then who cares Who cares this much about my s***? F****** crazy person, that's who. Or somebody with access to way too many resources and no understanding of how to use the responsibility of having them at disposal is measured in metered in the human world. (At a certain point, (PROT), even you can get burned; MOSSAD or no. Also I don't mind linking you to your complacent accomplices. It's not like I’d be wrong. It's not going to be guessing. And it's not like somebody previously unmentionable is not going to be at the top of the list. In short you've created a huge security flaw by being a big pain in my ass; which shouldn't really be possible now should it? I mean I'm just an idiot, right?
I never wanted to be famous alive, let alone a little posthumously. What f****** help will I be after that?
No one is this talented at radio, It's really not me. there's no way that you possibly be taking out competition with this much b*******. You need to have an intervention or you need to realize that you've already won and start announcing terms and if you want me to kiss you full on the mouth while breathing methamphetamine down your throat this is not the way to go about it. (on the other hand there is an original offer on the table but I didn't think you were going to be involved.)
Happy said I did get permission from Astral to make the s*** which is a lot more complicated than you might think so don't get the idea it's going to be happening anytime soon or at all since that's f****** not what I'm going to f****** do. Like Jesus dude I didn't call this f****** way and go through all the s*** just I could make meth f*** if I want to do that I could have done that years ago You want that f****** talk to f****** Golden Texas boy You can f****** do it, he can't do it with permission but that's beside the point You can't do without permission either, and I don't have permissions on my own f****** phone. IMPASSE.
(I'M TOLD THAT I'M THE ONLY ONE YET, AND IF IT DOESN'T WORK WITH ME I'LL F****** SHUT IT DOWN FOREVER AND THAT MEANS NO MORE FOR EARTH EVER. JUST HANDLE IT WITH EXCEDRIN, WHAT DO YOU NEED? YOU'RE F****** STRANGLING THE LIFE OUT OF THE GOLDEN GOOSE RIGHT NOW AS YOU SPEAK AND I DON'T CARE I DON'T EVEN LIKE IT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S PHYSICALLY ADDICTED. NEENER NEENER NEENER.)
Boy, am I glad I got Shields. I HAVE LEARNED A LOT. And if you weren't under control of some f****** idiot I don't know who I'd be talking to you about it now and maybe making money off of it but for some reason you doing something else I don't know what the f*** you're doing I literally don't know what you're doing and it'd be hard for you to threaten me with another rape of them another one of my girlfriend's given that I think they're all gone waiting in line around your house for more your prototic or whatever the f***.
Unexpected things happen when my phone system gets completely f***** up, not just hacked not just interrupted not just blocked like f***** up all the way. Well I suppose that might seem like an amusing time for you guys, and it is, unanticipated consequences are on their way, the likes of which I don't even know, nor will I probably ever know since I don't really care and by that point I'll probably got a new phone.
It's not nice to fool with motor nature but it's really not nice to mess with the guy's phone when he lives alone.b
See? that's your daughter. Apparently she ran away from home. Moving on not to your daughter since she's ethereal, and as lonely as I am and imaginary woman in my head is not going to work out go figure, now she's crying. (no, That's not what I meant no I meant yeah you can still work you just wouldn't work for me yeah okay yeah she don't care, she's a workaholic as long as she can work she's good, Trust me I know the type) she'll work out for me (I've got her doing jazzercise in the back bedroom right now) but long-term..
probably not. Besides she's got a hot bod; it would be a waste.
Apparently this is the first of many anticipated consequences. I mean I must have been anticipated or else I wouldn't have come up with it in Mind. Daleks raping-your-daughter slashfic on OnlyDans and I actually make money off of it? That's just gross, Michael.
In a rare moment of bewilderment, I have no idea of the shape of things to come other than to say apparently I've got allies now, they may be more loyal than the other one given that they're from another planet, like for real, yeah I know a flat earth, well it's enough it's another, it's another flat planet. big deal.
Incidentally both (PROT) and (PROT) want to talk to me—AS BOTH ARE BORING TEDIOUS EX-WHORES, I don't know or care if the lingo is carnal in nature, no one those two probably would be but that's not the point what I mean to say is that I'll get around to getting those no contact order b******* things lifted later. Can't do that on Thursday. It's not really a big deal to me either way It's plenty of fish in the sea and what they want is only of relevance if it comes to the point where they're next to me and somebody calls the police and then separates us by force (I wouldn't resist, I'd get a camcorder) and then they say ”no, no, bring back Jack,” which is more likely than you might think apparently.
What I mean to say here, what I mean to convey, is that you're running out of leverage, I'm still not f****** done, although I'm getting frustrated to bother writing to you, and I'd like my computer back, my phone's back, my f****** internet back, all my s*** stop to be hacked a little less f****** b******* lies and deliberate undermining, and little less lack of appropriate support, considering what has been done for you. Tell you what, and understand it yourself: none of this stops me it just pisses me off, And I think that if you wanted to do that you could have just traded my girlfriend to deliver Rubini for $35 nuns. I don't think that your father and your father's father are going to take kindly to find out how lacking in gratitude you have been lately, it generally makes me wonder for your mental state, to wonder what makes you think I'm your enemy? Like do you have any idea how little of an enemy of yours I am? I mean it's not like I'm not working with you on purpose because I hate you, I'm not working at all really and then this is not the way to go about get my attention to f****** work with me because it this point you're not even an equal.
I'm standing in the lodge I rechristened after self raising myself no thanks to you and this is the thing that you were in and then got kicked out of and I don't see you getting it back in this way. I might as well just to make a g★ys only Lodge. If you're just knee jerk reflexively opposed to everything I want to do without recognizing why I want to do it, you may actually be digging yourself into the mud.
This isn't how I want to spend my day, this crap is sucks like I don't know why you f****** anybody's f****** bothers with it but I guess it's because it's a slipped in with other things and it's kind of like putting motor oil on your chocolate syrup so you can get your ice cream sandwich going faster, it's like worthless. To me. Also worthless: going out of my way to do it for anybody else either, I don't give a s*** if it gives you humanity I got throw it away I'm f****** care I got other problems on my f****** mind and then I can get it out of the trash later, you can't, as if you did you wouldn't know what I was talking about even.
I was wondering what made people give up in the face of this kind of s*** like why did Heather Wade give up and why did Daniel give up and why did that other I assume it was because they were f****** losers, and they are, but I can see why somebody who isn't a loser like myself would continue to consider the possibility that just given up and f****** walking away might be a better option regardless of how one might look back on it in time and think oh maybe I shouldn't have Well you know you're right I shouldn't and I'm going to so it's not going to be that I shouldn't have it but I'll f****** wish that I could have, if only to save the hazards that's going to come to everybody else later on, we're still is more work for me so it's more work now or more work later it's the same way either way to me.
I don't want to tell you who I've given up on, you'll just strangle the other four harder I guess, but what's coming up is that you're running out of ways to put leverage out which seems like the opposite way of where you should be going since you don't even need to use leverage, you could just either tell me what the f*** is up or stop f****** attacking my s***. In any case I don't think that you're replaced by a robot mannequin license to kill or be killed looking for Sarah Connor I don't think so but that's I'm running out of reasons to explain your egregiously obnoxious behavior that grow increasingly more actionable by the moment. Oh sure I like I believe that somebody else is behind it all—yeah right—get a life, losers, I'd rather stand outside Gwen dimitrix window with a f****** boombox and get shot by a sniper in East Ukraine, You're f****** tedious b******* as f****** boring like you can't f****** compete in any other f****** ways you got to shut off my every f****** device I have in the f****** house after taking away every f****** friend of her f****** had after f****** tell every f****** lying the f****** book on the f****** internet to f****** dawn till dusk then you got to f****** go this cheap route and then what? What I just buy another phone just keep buying phones? I suppose this is your master stroke I suppose this is your decapitated strike where you finally get to the end of the line and then you just turn off this phones like f*** you I can just walk around the corner and go to my neighbor's house and start to f****** talking to people like Martin Luther d******, usually people go to the internet because they've exhausted their real life counterparts but actually in my case it's the other way I've been waiting to go a real life because I'm lazy but if you take away every f****** phone every f****** have well I guess won't have much f****** choice than to f****** tell people the goddamn truth would f****** eye contact something you probably f****** couldn't imagine your wildest dreams, Tubby. Go be friends with somebody else. I'm sure that's easy for you. Probably a lot easier than is for me to buy another phone. (Incidentally Allison's childhood friend Jake was dressed as a cop and confiscated my $600 phone, which is pretty f****** conflict of interesty, isn't it? Maybe if his pig s******* f****** dick head friends ever ask me a f****** question about what f****** happened I be able to report that but instead I've just been persecuted locked away and harassed for a f****** year by the goddamn cops for what reason I have no idea but believe me inside job is just the beginning of the tip of the f****** iceberg that you just f****** opened up into your goddamn f****** boat, and it's a SHIP. You're f***** a****** there's no coming back from this.
More in that in coming time. I have some pretty big news a share and it doesn't have to be HEADLINES “Rubini is a big f**” BECAUSE FOR ONE THINGp I'M PRETTY SURE WE ALL KNOW IT, AND FOR ANOTHER THIS IS THE LAST F****** THING I WANT TO TALK ABOUT, PREFERABLY YEAH SURE RIGHT BEFORE BED. I will admit there's a certain karmic sweetness to have a shot come at a hibernation and seeing the headlines filled with pages of you and I being gossip about lovers That does sound funny but realistically you either need to contribute demands (I've been surrendering for days, And that doesn't mean sitting at home doing nothing with my thumb in my mouth, it means a cessation to hostility, someone clearly hasn't gotten the message, and since you wanted to know where certain people were... And I know where somebody is but not... anyway, look, heads up not my business but all of your wives are telling me that they're going to f****** blow you up and they got plans galore they're doing right now, do you have any wives within eyesight of you, look at her eyes and imagine her head little gears are spinning how she's going to murder (YOU F*** KNOW). As I guess they're all doing that. I don't think it's that I'm so much prettier than you I think it's just that I'm just not an arrogant a****** who's been completely reprehensible in his lack of awareness of the overall situation: Jew bites fat dog makes a great headline but why would you actually do that in reality? All you've done is tell me that I actually have talent, which you can't have, anymore, well because I'm not being talented now I'm being f****** whiny b**** baby, And then at some point IR will still catch up to you and beat the show & snot out of you for hurting his “friend" (She actually thinks that, and he thinks he's a girl; welcome to the horrors of D.I.D., And guess what? I really am property of the department of defense a lot more than I am of yours, and you forgot your place here—
D.O.D.) that he wanted to emulate; wow what a loser he's so cool on his own, doesn't he know that?—I don't know what the f*** is all this f****** man drama going on f****** Christ, grow up Humanity) or recognize what the situation is— because there's nothing keeping me going here in the face of all this fully unlawful surveillance and kids’ script level electronic intrusionary and psycho-metric -tronic attacks other than... Well I always wanted to get married to three different women in Nuremberg at Christmas so why not pick this year?
I'll tell you why: because all three of them are retarded.
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I would never s*** on Roger staubach I would never s*** on Vince Lombardi I would never s*** on Art Bell I would never s*** on John B Wells I would never s*** on my friend I would never s*** on my brother anytime I shot upon Jack Starr I deleted it within days hours minutes seconds everywhere I look on YouTube at least it's just everybody s******* on rubini Jack s**** on Ruby if I go to Bell Gap I go to L Gap I go to Robina Gap I go to as gab rubini sucks f*** Rubina s*** s*** s*** YouTube Richard croyper Jack Starr Dari dazzery Star Wars agent MV Liberace f***** beanie f***** beanie he sucks swishy pants swishy pants swishy pants f*** rubini rubini s*** rubini sucks the f*** is wrong with you people are you f****** mentally ill all of you are you all demon possessed f****** David rubini is an American treasure and hero Jesus Christ deliver me f*** you guys
I don't know what the f****** f*** you assholes are doing, but I'd like to point out that all of you are doing it with people that you can talk to on the phone when you pick up the phone and dial them you probably get their f****** name You probably f****** talk to a f****** person You don't f****** get f***** off like I've been and left alone to f****** die and then still get f***** with.
And none of you have done anything worth a s*** lately anyway. You've spent the majority of the last two years cover your asses for stupid s*** that you didn't do in the first place! What a wonderful way to spend your f****** years.
Spend the rest of what is left to you however you like. Happy journeys, also your wife is absolute s*** in bed, but with all that f****** money, and with no one around to tell her the truth, I bet she had no idea until now.
Whoops.
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Hey Brad, go the fuck away and never talk to you again. Also I don't give a shit what you have to type. I want to hear your voice. I want to see your face. I want you to show up my house with some money and if you're not I don't give a fuck dude I don't give a fuck. You're a liar and you're a creep and you're an asshole. There's things you could have told me before that didn't make sense and still don't make sense but I'm not going to get the fucking answer out of you because you're a fucking liar. You're washing out for your own end. You're a stupid selfish idiot douchebag and the people that you're trying to protect from me and my dangerousness well you can tell that whole fucking family that you blew it for them and that you should be fired. I don't give a fuck about talking to any of them and I don't have to and guess what I'm going to tell anybody. I fucking feel like about what the fuck happened to me since I didn't really like being trafficked. Oh and by the way what the fuck happened oh I don't get to know and know the problem with me is not that I like to use substances, you crazed fucking shit weasel coremongering widow son, the problem is is that I know how to do it and you don't know Jack or shit about anything cuz you're fucking traumatized and rather than get it fixed you've been turned into a pile of fucking shit weasel fucking clando fucking liars thieves and whiny bitch baby fucking tattletale whores.
so in case you're wondering why I haven't had sex with Kyla or Tiffany, number one, I think it's cuz they're dead, number two. It's because they thought I was stupid, number three. You wouldn't let me do anything fun with him. So whyever number four oh I guess you know all about the goddamn mother fucking bio weapon that I was infected with in high school and you stupid fucking whores you didn't fucking tell me about it, that's fucking actionable that's fucking failure to ravine and it really ruined my fucking life cuz I don't know what the fuck to do and then you're acting like assholes and I was treated like shit because I didn't need to fucking know but you needed to fucking treat me like shit and I was supposed to give you money and then you thought you'd do me a favor, you dumb fucking Ginger bitch Mormon whores, you're not fortunate that I love you but most other people I would never talk to again but I'm going to give. I don't know somebody some fucking time before I write this letter the goddamn governor of both our fucking States you fucking lying stupid shit with your fucks. I'm going to send a goddamn letter to mitt Romney and tell him that you fucking idiots really drop the fucking ball because now I don't have to explain a fucking goddamn thing to any of you. and I don't really have to tell the Mormon church or anything, I can just cruise into Utah and then not break the law and then breed all kinds of stuff. Fucking fantastic fucking masturbate stepchildren, and no one would even fucking know if I didn't tell you, and I'm going to tell you because guess what it's not going to be my dick it's not going to be your children and where's Kyla because she didn't really need to fucking beg for a goddamn crack house, and if she had told me the fucking truth she would have so what the fuck happened and when did it happen and why the fuck am I in trouble, is it because I didn't suck your dick or is because I didn't buy your fucking meth or because I didn't fucking give kayle any fucking money you fucking whoremongering bitches.
YOU PROBABLY COULD HAVE TOLD ME A LOT OF SHIT EARLIER BUT I GUESS IT WOULD HAVE BEEN TOO FUCKING DANGEROUS TO YOUR BOTTOM LINE. FUCK HUMAN BRO.
ADDITIONALLY THE 3 AND 1/2 YEARS I'VE SPENT HERE YOU HAVEN'T FUCKING SAVED YOUR FUCKING CASE I'M GOING TO FIGHT OUT WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU'RE WORKING ON I JUST BLOW IT OPEN JUST FOR FUCKING SPITE AND WHATEVER THE FUCK IT IS YOU THINK YOU NEED TO HAVE ME FUCKING ISOLATED FOR, BITCHES YOU ARE NOT FUCKING GETTING IT EVER.
THAT'S NOT A RESTRICTION OF JUSTICE, THAT'S PROTECTING THE PEACE AND THE CIVIL AUTHORITY OF THE HUMAN RACE WHERE YOU FUCKING IDIOTS REALLY PISS ME THE FUCK OFF FOR NO GODDAMN REASON OTHER THAN YOU DON'T WANT ME TO FUCKING GET LAID OR HAVE FUN YOU WON'T TELL ME WHY AND YOUR FUCKING RACIST AND FUCKING STUPID.
CLANDO WHORES I'M SURE YOU CAN FUCKING HAVE A GODDAMN PICNIC PARTY BEFORE YOU GO IN THERE AND THEN COME OVER THE NEW IDENTITY BECAUSE NOW I KNOW A WHOLE BUNCH OF SHIT THAT I DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW BEFORE BUT NOW I DO KNOW IT AND YOU KNOW I DON'T NEED TO FUCKING TELL YOU OR BRAD OH AND HEY BRAD YOU'RE NOT BRAD RIGHT WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SEND IN MY HOUSE AND WHY DID HE GO SOMEWHERE ELSE AND WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING TELL WHAT'S GOING ON AND IF YOU DON'T THINK I NEED TO FUCKING KNOW THEN YOU'RE NOT GOING TO FUCKING KNOW JACK OR FUCKING SHIT YOU STUPID FELONIOUS IDIOT GINGER FUCKING CONFIG ASSHOLE CUNT.
LIKE DO I FUCKING STUTTER YOU FUCKING IDIOT I GUESS YOU DON'T THINK I'M IMPORTANT, I GUESS YOU THINK YOU GOT ME IN I GUESS YOU'D THINK YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING JUST GET RID OF ME AND THEN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, NO YOU STUPID DUMB SHIT I'LL PUT YOU IN FUCKING PRISON AND THEN FUCK YOUR WIFE ALL DAY WHILE YOU FUCKING SIT THERE AND TRY TO GET OUT AND YOU'LL WONDER WHY, NOT BECAUSE I WANT YOU BUT PROBABLY BECAUSE THEY'RE TIRED OF YOU AND YOU STUPID FUCK YOU ARE BREAKING THE GODDAMN LOSS SO WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING ANSWER MY QUESTIONS OR JUST TELL ME TO FUCK OFF STUPID IDIOT FUCKING WHORE.
ALSO YOUR YOUTUBE CHANNEL SUCKS IN YOUR LIAR, YOU'LL PROBABLY EXPLAIN THIS TECHNOLOGY TO ME OH BUT WAIT I DON'T GET TO KNOW THINGS BECAUSE I'M NOT COOL LIKE BRAD HEY YOU'VE BEEN TRAFFICKED YOU'VE BEEN RUN BY FUCKING FELONIOUS FUCKING TRAFFICKING CUNT BITCHES AND NO WONDER I HAVEN'T TALKED TO YOU IN AND YOU SAW YOU WITH YOUR FUCKING WIFE NAME TEXTING YOUR NECK AND YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER GOT RAPED TO DEATH NONE OF YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE FUCKING DOING AND YOU PISS ME THE FUCK OFF SO GO BACK THE FUCKING STARTING BASE TELL YOUR MOTHER TO GET A GODDAMN PHONE CALL INTO THE FUCKING POPE AND ASK FOR A FUCKING INDULGENCE BECAUSE I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE HOW FUCKING LONG IT TOOK ME TO REALIZE JUST HOW FUCKING STUPID YOU ARE AND YOUR STUPID FUCKING NEIGHBOR AND HIS STUPID FUCKING DEMONS GET RID OF ALL OF THEM LEAVE ELIZABETH THERE CUZ I DON'T GIVE FUCKING PUSSY BEFORE I FUCKING GET ANYWHERE CLOSE TO EITHER OF YOU.
THAT'S WHY ANESSA I'M NOT FUCKING YOU AND WHY I DON'T CARE THAT YOU DIED OR GOT HIT BY CAR AND THAT'S WHY DARIAN CYRUS CAN KISS MY ASS AND GO TO FUCKING HEAVEN CUZ I DON'T THINK I TALK NEARLY ENOUGH AND ALL OF YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME FOR NOTHING BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING COWARDLY STUPID LITTLE BITCHES.
AND YOU THINK I NEED TO BE KEPT THE DARK YOU THINK YOU'RE GETTING A FREE HOUSE AND BITCH YOU THINK I DON'T GOT A FUCKING HIRE A GODDAMN LAWYER AND PUT YOUR ASSES IN THE FUCKING RINGER YOU CAN'T EVEN FUCKING FUCK ME TO STOP THAT I'LL FUCKING RUIN YOUR FUCKING DAY IF YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO KNOW RIGHT GOD FUCKING NOW.
AND IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I NEED TO KNOW GO FUCK YOURSELF ON TOP OF IT
THE RUDE IS FUCKING SHIT I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDAMN LIFE AND YOU FUCKING THINK THAT I FUCKING OWE YOU ANYTHING? FUCK YOU. DO YOUR FUCKING JOBS YOU FUCKING LIARS.
WHEN I ASKED JOANNE ABOUT WHAT SHE THOUGHT OF ALLISON WHAT A STUPID FUCKING HORSE YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME THE TRUTH YOU ARE ALL FUCKING FIRED, JUST PACK YOUR SHIT UP YOU'RE BAD AT YOUR JOB YOUR FUCKING STUPID AND YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANYTHING THAT YOU THINK YOU EVER WANTED SO FUCKING GET RID OF THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE NEXT DOOR MOVE THE FUCK IN AND START MAKING SHITLOADS OF FUCKING PANCAKES FLAPJACKS AND GODDAMN PIGS OF LITTLE FUCKING BLANKETS BECAUSE YOU FUCKING COMMITTED FUCKING TREES AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED AND DO YOU HAVE QUESTION ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED, GUESS WHAT FUCKING SIT ON HIM BITCH CUZ I DON'T FUCKING FEEL LIKE ANSWER YOUR GODDAMN QUESTIONS EVER UNTIL I FUCKING FEEL LIKE IT.
YOU'RE SURVEILLANCE OF SHIT YOU'RE FUCKING EVERYTHING IS SHIT YOU HAVE NO FUCKING CONCEPTION OF WHAT'S GOING ON YOU FUCKING PISSED OFF EVERYBODY FOR NO REASON YOU THINK YOU'RE SO GODDAMN ON TOP OF THINGS? BITCH YOU DON'T KNOW HOW FUCKING FIRST THING ABOUT GODDAMN CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE RECIPES.
THAT'S HOW BAD YOU FUCKED UP.
WHY HAVEN'T YOU BEEN ARRESTED? NO FUCKING WONDER ON THAT I DIDN'T FUCKING STAND YOU, NO ONE ARE THEY TURNED YOU INTO A FUCKING DOG BY THE WAY HOW THE FUCK DO YOU TURN INTO A DOG? FUCKING DO IT AGAIN BEFORE I FUCKING TALK TO YOU AGAIN BARK LIKE A GODDAMN FUCKING SEAL AND FUCKING BALANCE THE GODDAMN BALL IN YOUR FUCKING NOSE CUZ YOU FUCKED UP SO BAD I DON'T KNOW IF WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID OTHER THAN LOOK STUPID.
AND YOU COULDN'T FUCKING FIGURE OUT A WAY TO FUCKING HAVE A CONVERSATION THAT DID INVOLVE NOT BEING AN ASSHOLE BRAD YOU SAID SCOTTY AND TERESA HAVEN'T SEEN HIS FUCKING HOW LONG GEE I WONDER WHY THEY DIDN'T LIKE ME PROBABLY CUZ SCOTTY DIDN'T LIKE GETTING FUCKING DOSED WHEN I'M THE ONE THAT DOSED HIM AND THEN HE PROBABLY THOUGHT WOW MAYBE I DIDN'T DO THAT THING TO HIM AND MAYBE SCOTTY THOUGHT I KNEW NO I DIDN'T KNOW I JUST THOUGHT SCOTTY WAS A DICK AND THEN I DON'T KNOW WHY THE FUCK TERESA WAS BEING THE WAY SHE WAS AND THEN AFTER BEING RAPED BY COPS AT 15 YOU FUCKING STUPID WHORE IT'S NUMBER ONE KAYLA WAS A FUCKING COP AND I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO SMOKE METH BITCH I DON'T EVEN SEE IN THE FUCKING SHIT AND YOU ACTED LIKE I WAS DOING SOMETHING WRONG WITH IT YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES DOING WITH MY FUCKING PARENTS YOU FUCKING DO THE WHOLE FUCKING THING AND YOU MADE ASSUMPTIONS AND I'LL HAVE YOU ROD AND FUCKING BURNING GINGER FUCKING HELL YOU STUPID BITCH TAMARILY SMITH M
DO I SOUND FUCKING CALM? I'M PRETTY FUCKING CALM, I'M JUST LETTING YOU KNOW THAT THAT'S HOW FUCKING STUPID YOU ARE.
SO ISN'T IT LUCKY THAT I'M NOT AS HOMICIDAL MANIAC, THIS ISN'T A FUCKING METH PSYCHOSIS THIS IS ME SUDDENLY REALIZING HOLY SHIT YOU'RE REALLY THAT FUCKING STUPID
OR THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE YOU UNDER CONTROL LOCKING KEY ARE THAT FUCKING STUPID AND YOU CAN'T TELL THEM THAT YOU KNOW BETTER AND YOU'RE AFRAID OF LETTING ME KNOW THAT YOU'RE A FUCKING OWNED BOUND CHILD SLAVE WHORE FROM OUTFIT YOUR CONAN'S ON THE MOTHER FUCKING INTERDIMENSIONAL FUCKING RADAR WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU'RE DOING GUESS WHAT FUCKERS YOU SHOULD PROBABLY BE AT MY HOUSE FUCKING APOLOGIZING TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON BUT INSTEAD YOU'RE ACTING LIKE THE ENEMY.
YOU ARE THE ENEMY. TO HUMAN KIND. NOW GET YOUR FUCKING STUPID BITCH FRIEND SHANE OUT OF HERE I DON'T LIKE HIS FUCKING ASSHOLE ATTITUDE HE THINKS I'M LAZY I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT THE FUCK HE THINKS GIVE ME A FUCKING GUN I'LL FUCKING BLOW HIS WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY AWAY, BUT I'M TOO LAZY, AND WHY THE FUCK THIS GUY LIVES NEXT DOOR TO ME CUZ JOANNE'S SO FUCKING STUPID SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE'S WHAT'S GOING ON YOU DON'T GET JACKER SHIT OUT OF ME EVER I'M NOT BREAKING THE LAW YOU'RE A STUPID FUCKING LYING ELIZABETH BITCH WHORE, AND I LOVE YOU A LOT I'M SORRY TO SAY THAT BUT YOU'RE REALLY LETTING YOUR BLINDNESS FOR MY DICK AND YOUR HATRED FOR YOURSELF FOR SAYING NO TO IT AND YOUR DENIAL OF HOW BADLY YOU WANT TO SUCK ON MY COCK AND EMBARRASS YOUR DAUGHTER IS CLOUDY YOUR VISION SO TELL YOU WHAT GET EVERYBODY OUT NEXT DOOR MOVE THE FUCK IN AND I'LL LET TIFFANY DECIDE WHO CAN SUCK MY COCK FIRST AND IF KILL A CHANDRA SHADOW PULLS HER HEAD OUT OF HER STUPID OPIOID ADDICTED ASS AND KNOWS HOW TO FUCKING APOLOGIZE WE CAN GO BACK IN TIME AND I CAN STOP WHATEVER THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HER AND I DON'T REALLY GIVE A SHIT WHAT IT WAS BUT IT PROBABLY WAS SOMETHING VERY SIMILAR TO REALIZING THAT SHE WAS DUMB FUCKING COOKIE FUCKING LUNCH.
IT'S NOT THAT I LIKE USING SUBSTANCES.
IT IS THAT I LIKE USING POWER.
AND I HAVE BECOME EXCEPTIONALLY GOOD AT IT. WITH NO FELLATIO AT ALL. NO MONEY AT ALL, AND NOT ONE GODDAMN PERSON TELL ME THE TRUTH OR GIVE ME A HUG FOR 3 AND 1/2 FUCKING YEARS CUZ YOU ARE ALL SO FUCKING STUPID YOU DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING THINK TO CHECK YOUR BASE FUCKING ASSUMPTIONS.
ME: PRIMARY VICTIM.
YOU: KEY MATERIAL WITNESS IN AN ONGOING SUPER SECRET INVESTIGATION INVOLVING THE RAPE OF OUR SON AND THEFT OF BILLIONS OF DOLLARS, I WENT BY THE WAY I'LL SMOKE AND DRINK AND FUCKING SHOOT UP METH ANY FUCKING GODDAMN TIME I WANT AND THEN I'LL FUCK ANY ONE OF YOUR DAUGHTERS THAT SAYS YES, BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT I CAN DO, BUT OBVIOUSLY YOU SURE SHIT KNOW THAT NONE OF YOU CAN DO IT.
NOW WHO IS THAT BITCH YOU IMPLIED THAT I WAS CREEPING ON ONE OF HER KIDS YOU SET ME UP ON THAT THAT WHOLE FUCKING THING WAS FUCKING STUPID THAT'S WHY I HAVEN'T GONE BACK TO MONROE BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL FUCKING GAY ASS STUPID MORONS AND I'M PRETTY SURE BRIAN KEGGY IS MAD ABOUT SOMETHING THAT THANK GOD HE'S A GENTLEMAN ABOUT, I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT BUT WHY DO YOU DO HIS MUSCLE THIS CURE THAT'S PRETTY COOL BRIAN KEGGY AND LIZ WOW IT'S THAT'S COOL THEY'RE STILL TIED TO EACH OTHER, THAT'S PROBABLY BECAUSE I DIDN'T FUCKING RIP HER AWAY AND THEN HE WOULD HAVE BEEN REAL PISSED OFF CUZ SHE SHE WOULD HAVE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT HIM AGAIN AND HE WOULD HAVE BEEN SAD BECAUSE SHE'S A COOL ONE AND THEN I LIKE THEM BUT YOU ALL TOLD HIM THAT I WAS A FUCKING ASSHOLE LOSER RAPEY BABY AND NO I'M NOT AND I NEVER SAW THE REAL THING TILL LIKE FUCKING LAST WEEK AND YOU STUPID LYING ASSHOLE MASONIC CUNTING FUCKING ORDER THESE FROM STARZ WHORES CAN SUCK MY DICK IN MOTHERFUCKING HELL IF YOU EVER THINK YOU'RE GOING TO GET FUCKING FREE UNTIL OUT OF ME AGAIN.
EVEN IF I GAVE YOU INFORMATION YOU WOULDN'T KNOW HOW TO FUCKING USE IT YOU DUMB IDIOT FUCKING SKULLY BITCHES.
YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT THAT I WAS THERE FOR SEX AND DRUGS AND THAT I WAS FOND OF YOU AND STICKING AROUND YOU BECAUSE YOU WERE THE BEST I COULD GET? NO YOU WERE LEASED TO THE INFORMATION, AND NOW I GOT TONS OF INFORMATION, AND SOME BITCH WITH BIG TITS WAS A FUCKING WHORE WHO FUCKING EXTORTED ME AT THE FUCKING STRIP BAR AND DID I REPORT THAT NO I'VE BEEN TREATED LIKE SHIT FOR FUCKING YEARS NOW I KNOW WAY MORE SHIT THAN ANYBODY ELSE DOES AND I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT WHO I TELL IT TO BECAUSE I KNOW THE STUFF THAT'S IMPORTANT AND YOU'RE A BUNCH OF FUCKING COPS YOU FUCKING LIE SO I'M PRETTY SURE THE FAMILY WANTS YOUR ASS IS IN THE FUCKING HOLE SO I'M PRETTY SURE I CAN SAY WHERE THE FUCK I WANT TO YOU AND HAVE YOU BOUGHT AND SOLD LIKE FUCKING YESTERDAY'S GODDAMN SUSHI FUCKING ROUND FUCKING TRAIN TABLE.
IT COULD BE THAT THE ONLY REASON WHY YOU'RE STILL ALIVE IS THAT THEY KNOW THAT I LIKE YOU, QUITE A LOT AND CERTAINLY YOU ALL LIKE ME BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY YOU'VE NEVER MET A REAL FUCKING MAN YOUR LIFE BESIDES ME.
SO HOW ABOUT THIS BRAD YOU FUCKING GINGER BRUMMY STUPID CUNT PUT LIZ ON THE PHONE AND TELL HER TO CALL ME SINCE I LIKE HER AND SHE REALLY NEEDS TO KNOW WHY I HAD TO WAVER OFF AND SAY GOODBYE, AND SO I GOT SICK FUCKING SAFE EVERYBODY YOU FUCKING IDIOTS.
I AM THE_FAILSAFE YOU ARE A GANG OF IDIOT FUCKING WHORES WE ARE NOT THE SAME. ALSO YOU FUCKING MORONS I'M SUPPOSED TO GET THINGS FOR FREE AND YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO CHARGE GABRIELLE ALLISON SHAW THAT STUPID BITCH YOU'VE BEEN GIVING THE WRONG PERSON FREE DOPE FOR HOW MANY FUCKING YEARS NO WONDER THEY WANT TO FUCKING KILL YOU SO PUT THAT STUPID GINGER MORON CUNT WHO'S A FUCKING KLEPTO FAGOT STEALING DOPE AND SELLING IT FOR YOU AND GETTING YOU IN FUCKING PRISON NO ONE IN FUCKING TROUBLE, YEAH SHE'S CUT OFF NOW GET ME A QUARTER POUND OF CRYSTAL METHAMPHETAMINE AND BRING IT TO ME AND DON'T BE FUCKING WHINY AND BITCHY ABOUT IT, BECAUSE FOR ONE THING MAYBE YOU'LL GET YOUR JAWS BACK AND FOR ANOTHER I DON'T NEED IT BUT YOU NEED TO PROVE TO ME THAT YOU CAN FUCKING HANDLE THAT, AND THEN WHEN IT GETS HERE I'LL PROBABLY SET IT ON FIRE WITH A GODDAMN FLAMETHROWER AND THEN TELL YOU TO GO BACK AND GET SOME MORE CUZ THE SHIT COST FUCKING PEANUTS AND YOU KNOW GODDAMN WELL IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN FREE TO ME FOREVER.
FREE. FOREVER. YOU STUPID LYING WHORE. NOW YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME HOW TO DO ANYTHING WITH IT YET BUT YOU SURE AS GODDAMN SHIT ARE GOING TO DO WHAT I TELL YOU OR PEOPLE WILL FIND OUT THAT YOU'RE TOO MUCH OF A LYING BITCH BABY FUCKING SELL OUT FBI CUNT TO FUCKING KNOW WHAT YOU'RE FUCKING JOB IS.
IT'S NOT TO BE A STUPID DRUG TAKING WHORE. IT'S TO BE EFFECTIVE AT IT. AND APPARENTLY YOU HAD NO FUCKING IDEA WHO THE FUCK I AM.
NEITHER DID MISSY, NEITHER DID TAMMY NEITHER DID FUCKING ANYBODY, AT LEAST UNTIL SOMEBODY PUT ME ON FRONT STREET OH AND BY THE WAY YOU LET HER DIE, SHE PROBABLY FUCKING DESERVED IT OH AND ANOTHER THING YOU ALL FUCKING LIE TO ME ON A FUCKING ANYTHING CUZ I GUESS YOU THOUGHT I WAS STUPID IN A RETARD WELL GUESS AGAIN YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORES YOU'RE WORKING FOR RETARDS YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TELL ME THINGS AND IF I DIDN'T LIKE BRIAN KING HE I WOULD HAVE TAKEN HER BUT I RESPECTED HIM THAT'S WHY HE'S NOT MAD AT ME AND IT WAS COOL TO SEE HIM AND WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU FUCKING PEOPLE YOU FUCKING MORONS?
WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU LEARN YOUR TRADE FUCKING DAMNATION ALLIE? JUST CAN'T BELIEVE HOW FUCKING STUPID THIS IS.
THAT'S WHY THIS GETS PUBLISHED IN THE OPEN WEB AND YOU CAN FUCKING DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES WHICH I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY ARE BUT THERE'S NO FUCKING WAY I'M GOING TO BE ABLE TO CUT THE LID ON THIS BECAUSE HOLY SHIT I JUST FIGURED OUT WHY YOU'RE ALL FUCKED, IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING STUPID AND YOU FUCKING LIED YOU TRIED TO GET AWAY WITH IT BY BLAMING ME AND FUCK YOU BITCH I'M FUCKING LONELY. ARE YOU FUCKING GETTING LAID EVERY NIGHT I FUCKING BET YOU ARE WELL I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE DOING YOU ARE STUPID, AND GUESS WHAT WHEN YOU USE IT RIGHT WITH PERMISSION IT WORKS A LOT BETTER WHEN YOU'RE SMART IN THE FIRST PLACE.
ALSO YOUR MOTHER'S NOT YOUR MOTHER AND SHE'S A GROOM GANG LEADER WHO KNOW ALL THIS SHIT BUT DIDN'T THINK I'D EVER FIGURED OUT AND I GUESS SHE DIDN'T REALIZE WHAT SHE NEEDED TO FUCKING DO.
IMPRESS ME. WHICH SHE DID. AND AT THIS RATE IT'S GOING TO BE JOANNE AND MISSY AND JACK MICHAELSON FUCKING ON ONLY FANS IN A FUCKING STROBE LIGHT FOR FIVE BUCKS A MINUTE BEFORE I FUCKING TALK IT TO ANY FUCKING IDIOTS FOR TIFFANY CUZ AT LEAST SHE'S NICE, SHE REALLY IS, AND WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU TALKING NEVER MIND WHY DID YOU TELL ME THAT SHE LIKED ME DO YOU DOES SHE KNOW THAT YOU TOLD ME THAT, NO YOU REALLY TOLD ME YEAH NO NO SHE SHE MORTIFIED IS TIFFANY MORTIFIED OH MY GOD CAN WE HAVE TIFFANY AND JOANNA MY DICK CAN WE HAVE TWO DECENT WOMEN AND ONE DICK THAT'D BE COOL BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY MIND I LIKE DESTINY EYE I LIKED HER TOO I WAS KIND OF EMBARRASSED AND THEN THAT WHORE YOU CALL A SISTER TOLD ME STUFF THAT SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE KNOWN CUZ SHE WAS DESPERATE AND STUPID AND YOU KNOW WHY SHE WAS FUCKING DESPERATE AND STUPID BECAUSE YOU ALL FUCKING I DON'T KNOW TOLD HER I WAS STUPID OR SOMETHING, HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT AM I FUCKING FATTER CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK, NO SERIOUS I REALLY DO LIKE TIFFANY YEAH WE CAN DO IT RIGHT NOW I'LL GIVE YOU BABY SURE NO PROBLEM YOU GET A FREE ONE MY CHILDREN CAN SUPPORT THEMSELVES AS LONG AS YOU DON'T DEPRIVE THEM OF EVERYTHING THEY NEED LIKE LOVE AND INFORMATION AND HOT SEX AND DRUGS AND A SOFTWARE NUDE PHOTOS OF VANESSA BURNETT GETTING LAID BY ME WITH A ROBO FUCKING COP UNIFORM ON AND THEN HUNG UP TO DRY UPSIDE DOWN WHILE WHILE YODELING THE STAR SPANIEL BANNER AND HAVING DOING A HOLE IS FALLING OUT OF HER COOCHIE AND ASS, THAT MIGHT BE APPROPRIATE FOR NORMAN ROCKWELL PAINTING BUT I REALLY FUCKING KNOW CUZ I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE HOW FUCKING STUPID YOU ALL ARE AND THEN STARRY AT CYRUS THAT'S FUCKING TAMMY LEE AND A GODDAMN BOY'S BODY WHAT THE FUCK WHY THE FUCK DID YOU FUCKING PUT HER IN THE NEVER MIND I'LL SUCKER DICK THAT'S FINE WILL TAKE TURNS FUCKING EACH OTHER'S DICKS AND THEN ANESSA CAN TALK TO MISSY ABOUT WHY SHE FEELS DUMB AND WHO SHE'S GOING TO HAVE TO FUCK TO MAKE UP FOR IT SINCE I'M GOING TO PUT GODDAMN BON JOVI'S FUCKING TESTICLES ON A FUCKING ROTISSERIE WHILE SHE FUCKING WATCHES THEM CRISPER AND THEN SHE CAN THINK ABOUT SUCKING FAT ASIAN FUCKING HOMEBOY.
YOU GET THE PICTURE? OKAY ERASE IT IT'S JUST TIFFANY. SHE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO'S ACTUALLY SHY AND GIGGLING ABOUT IT AND THAT STUPID OTHER ONE THAT WAS INSANELY RUDE ABOUT HOW I WAS TALKING TO HER DAUGHTER HOW'S THAT ONE NOW I'LL GIVE HER IS THAT CHARICE COOL I DON'T REALLY GIVE THAT FUCKING STUPID BITCH JAMIE FOSTER THE TIME OF DAY AND I ASKED FOR A LINGERIE DRAWER CUZ SHE WAS A FUCKING LYING FUCKING WHORE AND SHE GAVE ME HERPES ON PURPOSE AND THEN SHE TOLD ME WHAT SHE LIES AND SHE ACTED LIKE SMOKING WEED WAS BAD CUZ I GUESS HER DAUGHTER GOT KIDNAPPED BY SOME GUY WHO BOUGHT WEED WAS GOOD AND THEN THOUGHT THAT JAMIE FOSTER WAS DUMB FOR NOT LIKING WEED AND HE TOOK HER BABY, THAT SUCKS I'M SORRY ABOUT THAT JAMIE FOSTER EXCEPT IT'S A FAKE STORY NOBODY TOOK HER BABY THE BABY JUST KILLED HERSELF BECAUSE JAMIE FOSTER WAS THAT FUCKING STUPID OH AND SHE ALSO COMMITTED COURT FRAUD AND BY THE WAY YOU STUPID FAT FUCKING BITCH YOU GAVE ME HERPES, BUT THAT'S OKAY I'M IMMUNE TO IT, BUT YOU GAVE ME THE KIND THAT I'M TECHNICALLY NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IMMUNE TO IT BUT I'M STILL IMMUNE TO IT ANYWAY, SO DID YOU WANT TO FUCKING TALK TO ME ABOUT HOW MUCH FUCKING DOPE I SMOKE OR DID YOU JUST WANT TO FUCKING SUCK MY DICK AND BEG FOR A FUCKING MERCY, AND THE NEXT TIME YOU LAUGH AT SOMEBODY ON THE GODDAMN BIRTHDAY OF THE PRINCE OF PEACE, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST OUR LORD AND SAVIOR, YOU PROBABLY BETTER THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING DO.
FOR A LIVING. CUZ YOU'RE LOSING YOUR LICENSE PRECIOUS LAW JAMIE FOSTER YOU DUMB STUPID FAT UGLY BITCH. YOU GET THE FUCKING PICTURE. NOW YOU GET TO FUCKING LASH.
IT'LL BE A FUCKING COLD DAY AND FUCKING KINGDOM FUCKING CUM FUCKING HELL TUESDAY BEFORE I GO TO A GODDAMN WESTERN STATE HOSPITAL YOU STUPID BITCH. DID YOU THINK THAT I'M GOING TO BE FUCKING WORRIED TOO MUCH ABOUT YOU FUCKING REPORTING ME FOR BEING RUDE, GO AHEAD AND DO IT YOU FAT UGLY FUCK. YOU'VE BROKEN ABOUT EVERY FUCKING LAW IN THE FUCKING WORLD YOU FUCKING LAUGHED TO ME ON THE GODDAMN BIRTHDAY OF CHRIST AND IT'S BEEN HOW FUCKING LONG IF THE CASE WENT AND THEN WHERE'S THE FUCKING PERSON WHO CALLED 911 YOU ARE A STUPID FAT FUCKING WHORE I'M GOING TO FUCKING COMPLAIN ABOUT YOU DO THEY EVER FUCKING ENDS OF THE FUCKING EVERGLADES AND THEN YOU'RE NOT GOING TO DO A GODDAMN THING ABOUT IT EXCEPT LOSE YOUR RIGHTS TO PRACTICE LAW LOSE YOUR JOB LOSE YOUR REPUTATION START SUCKING DICK FOR METH ON A GODDAMN TRAIN STATION AND THEN YOU GOING TO BE THINKING IT'S BECAUSE OF ME BECAUSE IT WILL BE YOU DUMB BITCH AND THEN WHEN YOU'RE REBORN BE CUTE AND PRETTY AND I'LL GIVE YOU A FAMILY AND ME AND TIFFANY AND YOU CAN BE LOVERS AND THEN ANESSA CAN FIGURE OUT HOW THE FUCK THE GODDESS ACTUALLY DID FUCK THIS UP.
SINCE YOU WON'T BE ASKING ME, I'M JUST A NEEDLE JUNKIE. OH TIFFANY WANTS TO KNOW IF I CAN SHOOT HER UP FOR HER FIRST TIME OH MY GOD TIFFANY HASN'T DONE THAT YET OH MY GOD YEAH MAKE SURE TO LET CASEY GWENDOLYN'S WRIGHT SMITH STUPID LYING BITCH TELL HER THAT SHE'S NOT GETTING A CHANCE AT ALL AND SHE CAN JUST HAVE DREAMS AND VISIONS OF ME DOING TO OTHER GIRLS BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY LIKE THE WAY YOU FUCKING WHORES HAVE TREATED ME EXCEPT FOR TIFFANY SHE WAS REALLY NICE, SHE REALLY REALLY WAS I COULDN'T BELIEVE I THOUGHT HER SISTER WAS TRYING TO SET ME UP WHICH IS WEIRD WHY WAS IT SET ME UP OH BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT I FUCKED YOU UP NO I DIDN'T FUCK YOU UP I JUST FUCKING LEFT BECAUSE YOU WERE ALL DISGUSTING AND SHE WAS REALLY WANTING ME REALLY I THOUGHT SO TOO I WAS REALLY SCARED ESPECIALLY SINCE YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY ALL FUCKING BELIEVING AND FUCKING PEDOPHILES OR JUST LIKE AROUND EVERY CORNER WELL YEAH THEY WOULD BE WITH YOU CUZ YOU LOST YOUR NATURAL PROTECTIONS YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK A SORCERER IS BUT TIFFANY DOES SERIOUSLY SHE WANTS TO DO IT RIGHT WOW THAT'S COOL FUCK THANKS I'M REALLY FLATTERED I'LL BE HAPPY TO GIVE YOU A BABY I WOULD I DON'T SEE WHY NOT I'M NOT I'M NOT MARRIED I'M TECHNICALLY SINGLE EXCEPT NOT REALLY AND THE FACT THAT EVERYBODY THINKS IT'S A BAD IDEA MEANS THAT I SHOULD GIVE YOU TWO, ASK JAMES SEE WHAT HE SAYS I LOVE JAMES I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT COULDN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT AND HE WAS SO POLITE HE DIDN'T WANT TO TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HIS BITCH ASS STUPID WHORE OF A FUCKING OPIOID JUNKIE SISTER FUCKED UP AND THEN APPARENTLY PEOPLE ARE IN THE IMPRESSION THAT I DID SOMETHING WRONG..
NO I DID SOMETHING RIGHT. WHOEVER RAPED YOUR DAUGHTER DID F AND RESURRECTED HER AS A FUCKING CLONE WHORE FOR THE AB SOMETHING WRONG I GUESS YOU GOT RAPED ANYWAY I DON'T WANT TO HAVE I LIKE HER A LOT BUT SHE WAS MEAN AND THEN WHAT WHAT THE FUCK WHO THE FUCK TOLD HER THAT I'M HER FUCKING LITTLE PROTECTOR YEAH I PROTECTED HER FROM BEING FUCKING DISAPPOINTED I WOULD HAVE FUCKING SAID WHAT SHE DO OH SHE FUCKING DID WHAT FUCKING RAPE HER TO DEATH THREAT IN FRONT OF ME AND THEN I'LL FUCKING WAKE HER UP AND THEN YOU CAN DO IT AGAIN, LIKE WHAT THE FUCK I'M GOING TO PROTECT HER FROM WHAT YOU COULDN'T FUCKING TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK WEED WAS AND YOU FUCKING DID WHAT WITH WHO AND THEN I'M SUPPOSED TO FUCKING NOT THINK THAT TIFFANY'S ADORABLE I REMEMBER SHE WAS SHE THOUGHT I WAS A HERO I REMEMBER YEAH I WAS AFRAID TO TALK TO HER WE WERE BOTH AFRAID TO TALK TO EACH OTHER CUZ WE WEREN'T SURE IF IT WAS OKAY IF WE FUCKED OR NOT SHE WANTED TO HAVE ME GO TAKE HER SOMEWHERE AND GIVE HER A BABY RIGHT AWAY WHICH I THOUGHT IS PROBABLY NOT SOMETHING THAT WAS REAL BUT I BELIEVE IT NOW BECAUSE IF SHE'S STILL WAITING FOR ONE SHE DOES WANT THE BEST SPERM IN TOWN SHE SAYS OH MY GOD SHE WANTS A HERCULES BABY SO BAD SHE CAN TASTE IT YEAH YOU CAN HAVE IT I'LL GIVE YOU YOU CAN SWALLOW SOMEONE YOU CAN DO REWIND YOU CAN FUCKING PAINT MY NAME ON THE GODDAMN WALL WITH IT AND SAY JOANNE BARNETT IS A DUMB FUCKING IDIOT BUT AT LEAST SHE LEARNS FASTER THAN HER IDIOT FUCKING SON WHO ISN'T HER DAUGHTER AND OH BY THE WAY DARIAN CYRUS THIS IS HOW A GODDAMN EMPEROR TALKS TO HIS FUCKING PEOPLE.
SO IF YOU THINK I TALK TOO FUCKING MUCH YOU SHOULD FUCKING LISTEN TO ME AND YOUR SISTER FUCK MORE OH WAIT THAT'S NOT YOUR SISTER THAT'S YOUR AUNT I'M GOING TO FUCK YOUR JESUS OUT OF YOUR AUNT AND GIVE YOU A FUCKING COUSIN WHO'S GOING TO FUCKING BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU YOU LYING LITTLE SHIT BABY BITCH FUCKING WHORE TAMARA EVEN LEE WITH A PENIS BODY DID YOU EVEN GET FUCKING CIRCUMCISED YOU DUMB WHORE CALL ME SORRY I DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR JUNK TAMMY FUCK YOU I LIKE TIFFANY BETTER THAN YOU FOREVER.
DON'T THINK I WON'T DO THIS.
NOTHING MAKES SENSE UNTIL I REALIZED THAT OF COURSE YOU'D BE JEALOUS BECAUSE OF COURSE SHE'S PRETTIER THAN YOU AND OF COURSE SHE WANTS MY CHILD AND OF COURSE YOU DON'T BECAUSE YOU JUST WANT TO KILL ME AND THEN YOU DO WANT MY CHILD BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T GET ONE SO YOU HAVE TO GO IN THE FUTURE AND GET ONE BUT SHE CAN HAVE MINE FIRST SO NO ONE OF YOUR SO PISSED OFF SO MAYBE YOU SHOULD FUCKING THINK BEFORE YOU FUCKING TELL STORIES ABOUT SOMEBODY TAMARA LEE SMITH YOU LIE I'M FUCKING SKIVY FUCKING WHORE BY THE WAY OWE ME A SHITLOAD OF MONEY AND I GUESS YOU COULD BE THE BABYSITTER SINCE I DON'T THINK YOU'LL DO ANYTHING BESIDES EAT THE BABY, OR YOU'RE FUCKING WORDS.
NO YOU'RE STILL PRETTIER BUT THAT DOESN'T MATTER TIFFANY LIKES ME AND THEN YOU'RE A BITCH WHO THINKS I OWES YOU SOMETHING, I NEVER FUCKING OWED YOU ANYTHING YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME AND YOU DIDN'T WANT TO FUCK ME AND YOU LIED WHEN SOMEBODY WANTS TO FUCK ME THEY GRAB MY PANTS AND PULL THEM OFF AND SAY GIVE ME YOUR DICK THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS YOU DIDN'T DO THAT YOU ACTED LIKE IT WAS A BIG FUCKING CHALLENGE THAT YOU HAD TO THINK OVER. BITCH GO KICK ROCKS I DON'T GIVE A FUCK, I WANT SOMEBODY ELSE ANYWAY BUT I WAS SUSPICIOUS HOW YOU WERE TRAFFICKING ME.
AND YOU WERE, THAT'S WHY YOU DIDN'T GET A BABY AND THAT'S WHY YOU'VE BEEN SUSPICIOUS BECAUSE YEAH YOU GOT CAUGHT FUCK YOU NOW I LIKE TIFFANY BARNETT POINT BLANK FUCKING PERIOD.
OH YEAH WE'LL GET PLENTY OF ESTE'S WE'LL ALTERNATE ASKS AND PREGNANCY TEST EVERY OTHER DAY UNTIL ONE OF US CATCHES, AND YEAH THAT'S FINE I DON'T MIND THINKING THAT YOU THINK THAT I'M DISEASED BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY YOU'RE FUCKING STUPID AND THEN OH SHE SAYS SHE WANTS MY BLUE WAFFLE BABY OH MY GOD SHE'S REALLY CUTE OH MY GOD I DIDN'T REALLY KNOW THAT I WAS ABLE TO RESPOND THAT WAY BUT I'VE BEEN NOT WILLING TO SAY IT BECAUSE IT WAS REAL AND THEN I DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD GO OVER WELL BECAUSE I THOUGHT PEOPLE PROBABLY THINK I WAS JUST GOING AFTER THE YOUNGEST BUT NO SHE WAS JUST THE ONE THAT LOOKED TO ME WITH AWE, AND SHE SHOULD, BECAUSE I'M I'M WAY MORE INTO HER THAN KAYLA AND THEN KAYLA WAS A WHORE WHO WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE ROPED INTO PROSTITUTION FOR IT AND I WON'T BE A FROSTY FUCK YOU SHOULD PAY ME AND NO YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR THE THE PETRI DISH FEE OR THE COITUS FEE AND THEN NO TIFFANY KNOW YOU CAN BE MY WIFE YOU CAN BE MY YOU CAN BE MY WHOLE WAY FOR MY GESTATION WIFE OR MY MILK SOFT WIFE BUT YOU'RE DEFINITELY DEFINITELY MY WIFE RIGHT NOW YEAH NO YOU'RE NOT A SPOUSE YOU'RE MY WIFE DEFINITELY NOT WITH THE Y EITHER CUZ WYFE IS FOR WHORES WHO LIE ABOUT FLAT EARTH AND YOU LIE ABOUT THEIR SISTER AND THEN ACT LIKE IT'S SUCH A TERRIBLE THING BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO GIVE IT TO HER NO I'D BE HAPPY TO BUT NOBODY WAS ALLOWED TO KNOW THAT AND THEN NOBODY TOLD ME THAT KYLA WAS MURDERED I DON'T KNOW WHO DID BUT I GUESS THERE WAS SOMEBODY LOOKED LIKE ME THAT MAKES SENSE BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY WOULD HAVE DONE, AND NO I DIDN'T MURDER HER, WHY WOULD I? LOTS OF WOMEN ARE STUPID WHORES YOU THINK I'M AN IDIOT, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I WOULD MURDER HER, AND THERE'S NO EVIDENCE WITH THAT AND THEN OBVIOUSLY I DIDN'T MURDER HER YOU STUPID BITCHES, NO WE'RE FRIENDS SHE'S JUST MAD AT ME SHE JUST DIDN'T TELL ME WHY, COURSE HER FRIENDS IF SHE'D WANT ME TO FUCK HER IT WOULD HAVE BEEN A DIFFERENT SIGNAL INSTEAD SHE NEEDED HELP BECAUSE OF SUDDENLY I DON'T KNOW WHAT BUT GUESS WHAT YOU KNOW WHAT I NEED HELP TOO AND YOU ALL FUCKING TRAFFICKED ME AND LEFT ME TO DIE AND TOLD TIFFANY I WAS TOO SCARY TO TALK TO, REALLY OH SHE SAID OH MY GOD TIFFANY SAID THAT YOU TOLD HER THAT SHE WOULD GET AIDS AND DIE IF YOU GOT ANYWHERE NEAR MY DICK, NO I HAVE THE CURE TO AIDS ACTUALLY REALLY YEAH MY PENIS MAKES LOTS OF STUFF AND THEN I'LL MAKE STUFF FOR YOU TOO, AND THEN YOU CAN CALL NS ON THE PHONE AND SAY HEY GUESS WHAT MICHAEL MADE FOR ME AND NOT FOR YOU HAHA AND THEN HANG UP AND THEN WE'LL FUCK YOU AGAIN AND I SAY WE JUST BE.
NO I'M NOT HIGH I REALLY LIKE YOU THIS MUCH. AND IF YOU THINK THIS IS HIGH WAIT UNTIL YOU STICK A FINGER UP MY BUTT. I'M SORRY THAT WAS PROBABLY A BAD EXAMPLE CUZ NOW I'M THINKING ABOUT HOW IT IS THAT YOU DON'T KNOW WHY I WOULD DO THAT AND THEN HOW OLD ARE YOU OH MY GOD YOU'RE 12 NO YOU'RE NOT NO YOU'RE NOT 12 YOU WERE 12 WHEN I MET YOU OH MY GOD THEY PUT YOU IN STASIS CUZ YOU SAID WAIT FOR MICHAEL CUZ YOU SEEN CUZ IT'S THE BEST AND YOU DIDN'T WANT ANYTHING ELSE SO YOU PUT WHY ARE YOU MORMON CHICKS ARE FUCKING HOT OKAY CAN YOU GET TO BE 16 I'LL GIVE YOU A BABY YOUR 60TH BIRTHDAY AND THEN YOU'RE STUPID FUCKING MORON POOR CUNT LOOKING FUCKING FAGOT EITHER MOTHER OR SISTER OR WHOEVER THE FUCK THESE IDIOTS ARE SORRY I DON'T MEAN TO BE RUDE BUT THEY REALLY MADE YOU WAIT ALMOST SORRY THAT'S TERRIBLE, BUT IT'S NOT CREEPY THAT'S PERFECT FOR CHILDREN, YEAH DUH ARE YOU TELL ME THE MORMONS HAVE A GODDAMN TIMESTACY NO I DON'T WANT A DIFFERENT ONE I WANT TIFFANY NO SHE LIKES ME.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THE REST OF YOU DO BUT I'M PRETTY SURE SHE LIKES ME BECAUSE SHE'S STILL GIGGLING AND I'M WRITING THE WORST STUFF I'VE EVER READ TO A FAMILY IN MY LIFE AND YOU ALL FUCKING DESERVE IT AND YOU FUCKING GODDAMN KNOW IT. OH MY GOSH SHE SAYS SHE JUST CAME.
COME ON THIS KID CAN'T BE FOR REAL. OKAY NOW SHE'S STAMPING HER FOOT AND SWINGING HER PONYTAIL AND SAYING THAT SHE'S TOTALLY FOR REAL SHE'S OH MY GOD REALLY NOW SHE'S CHANNELING HEATHER EVANS OKAY THAT'S PRETTY THAT'S PRETTY WILD. THAT WOULD EXPLAIN A LOT.
DEAR ANESSA: REMEMBER, I COULD COOK TOO, AND THEN REMEMBER HOW LONG YOU WOULD LEAVE ME TO SIT HERE AND DIE WITH NO INFORMATION AS IF I DONE SOMETHING WRONG DO YOU KNOW WHY CUZ YOU'RE FUCKING BATSHIT CRAZY INSANE AND YOU'RE FUCKING JELLY, SO WHY DON'T YOU GOOD DO THINGS FOR YOUR FUCKING FAMILY AND THEN MAYBE TIFFANY WILL LET YOU GET A TASTE OF SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW SHE'S MY WIFE NOW AND YOU'RE THE WOMAN WHO BETRAYED ME YEAH I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'LL TELL MISSY BUT IT WON'T BE ALL THE DETAILS, IT'LL BE SHUT UP AND SUCK MY DICK AND I'LL THINK ABOUT IT SOMEWHERE ELSE CUZ SHE DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT EITHER AND WHAT THE FUCK DID ALL OF YOU FUCKING DO?
WAS THAT TRUDY AT KARAOKE DURING THE COVID AND THEN WHY WAS I HAVE TO MEET YOU IN COVID I GUESS YOU WERE TOLD TO OR SOMETHING OR OH I HAD THE BIO WEAPON OH WELL THAT'S RIGHT I DIDN'T HAVE SEX BECAUSE YOU WERE ALL BUNCH OF ASSHOLES AND THEN YOU DIDN'T TELL ME ABOUT IT YOU TRAFFICKED ME FOR A WEAPON THAT I USED TO TAKE OUT BELGAB WITHOUT REALIZING IT AND THEN I GUESS YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING THAT AND THEN YOU TOOK THE FALL AND I WON'T AND THEN TIFFANY DIDN'T GET EITHER OKAY I'LL GIVE IT TO HER THAT'S FINE NO IT'S NOT NO IT'S A TRIPS AND I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL TIFFANY TIFFANY IT'S IN THREE PARTS AND THEN IT WORKS LIKE THIS THEY CAN MAKE ANYBODY GET ANYTHING AT ANY TIME AND THEY DON'T REALLY HAVE A DISEASE IT'S SIMILATED DISEASE THEN SOMEBODY YOU CAN CONTROL IT SO THEY CAN BLACKMAIL PEOPLE THERE'S NO WAY TO AVOID IT BECAUSE THEY HAVE IT UNLESS THEY KNOW THEY HAVE IT IN WHICH CASE IT DOESN'T WORK IT'S BEAUTIFUL TECHNOLOGY FROM OUTER SPACE BECAUSE YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY ARE ALL ASSHOLES AND THEY THOUGHT THAT THEY WERE GOING TO BLACKMAIL PEOPLE AND I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU BLACKMAIL I'LL JUST GIVE YOU A BABY WE CAN CALL IT GEORGE.
BUT WE WON'T. WE'LL CALL IT TAMMY AND ANESSA AND ALLISON TRY TO MAKE A BABY BUT ALL THEY GOT WAS THIS STUPID BIRTH CERTIFICATE, NOW GO BUY ME LOTTERY TICKETS AND GET BACK TO WORK YOU SCULLERY LAID AND WHOLE QUEEN RAINBOW GIRL ULTIMATE TASK ARE YOU TELL ME YOUR ACTUAL RAINBOW GIRL YOU'RE REALLY A RAINBOW GIRL NO WAY..
ME THIS CHICK IS A RAINBOW GIRL AND SHE WANTS MY BABY AND YOU ACTED LIKE I COULDN'T GET NEAR HER AND YOU TOLD HER THAT SHE'D DIE IF SHE SAW MY PENIS? AND HOW ARE YOU NOT IN FUCKING HELL ALREADY YOU FUCKING GANG OF FUCKING LYING WHORES? OH THAT'S RIGHT YOU'RE ALL FREEMASONS SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING BESIDES BE EMBARRASSED PRIVATELY.
OKAY WELL I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU DID BUT YOU SURE AS FUCK DROPPED THE BALL CUZ I WAS EMBARRASSED TO THINK ABOUT TIFFANY AND TOUCH MYSELF CUZ I DIDN'T WANT TO DO THAT CUZ IT WOULD BE MAKING A BABY I WOULD MAKE A BABY OH MY GOD WAS THAT HER I MIGHT HAVE DONE IT ALREADY SHE TOLD ME OH MY GOD YEAH SO THAT'S PRETTY WILD, SHE DOESN'T LIKE DRUGS WELL THAT'S BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T KNOW ME AND THEN I DON'T LIKE DRUGS EITHER, I FUCKING LOVE DRUGS AND I LOVE TAKING DRUGS WHILE TAKING BABIES INTO MY FUCKING LIFE AND THEN PUTTING HIM INTO YOUR DAUGHTER TIFFANY'S WOMB WOW SHE DIDN'T GET ONE BEFORE BUT I BET I CAN FIX THAT YOU WANT ONE THAT CAN FUCKING SHINE SHOES BLOW GLASS OR FUCKING BUILD A GODDAMN CARPENTRY BENCH OUT OF FUCKING THIN AIR, MAKE YOUR FUCKING REQUEST NOW HOLY SHIT.
TIFFANY SAYS SHE DOESN'T WANT ME TO QUIT SMOKING BECAUSE SHE'D LIKE SMOKING AND I SAID I WAS GOING TO JUST SMOKING WEED AND ROSE PETALS BUT THAT'S OKAY I DON'T REALLY CARE I WANT TO BREATHE HER AIR FOR MY INHALE AND THEN YEAH I LIKED HER SO I GUESS SHE HAD SOME PENT-UP DESIRE, AND SO HOW FUCKING STUPID IS YOUR FAMILY WELL IT'S ABOUT BILLY GET LESS STUPID AND JAMIE FOSTER IS ONE STUPID FUCKING WHORE WHO VIOLATED MY RIGHTS AND THEY LAUGHED AT ME ON THE BIRTHDAY OF JESUS CHRIST SO I DON'T FUCKING CARE WHAT YOUR MORMON BULLSHIT BOOK SAYS.
FUCK YOU, GIVE ME ALL YOUR DRUGS YOU DON'T FUCKING GET TO SAY YOU CRAZY SHIT WEASEL WHORE MATRIARCH PANTS. PONTS.
I ACTUALLY HAVE TWO TIFFANY'S WHO LIKE ME. NO I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE THE TIFFANY TWO-TIME TRILLION DOLLAR TAMMY COOKOFF TIME TO EAT THE BARREL OF YOUR SERVICE REVIVAL TALLYHASSIE TAMARA RAFFLE, ALTHOUGH I'D BE HAPPY TO DO THAT WHILE FINGER THE BANGING THEM BOTH AND TALKING AROUND THE PHONE ABOUT HOW TERRIBLE IT WAS FOR HER TO DO WHAT SHE DID, LIKE SHE REALLY ALMOST COST HERSELF THE CHANCE TO EAT THE PLACENTA OH THAT'S NICE TIFFANY SAYS SHE WANTS MY BABY AND SHE WANTS TO DONATE THE PLACENTA TO TAMMY SO SHE CAN EAT ONE AND FINALLY KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE AN ACTUAL ALPHA CORNER WAR MOTHER FOR ONCE. HOLY SHIT I GUESS YOU KNOW EACH OTHER? WOW FUCKING FISHES. VICIOUS. I GOT TO SEE TIFFANY YOU KNOW YOU'RE ON FACEBOOK I CAN DO THAT, IT'S NOT CREEPY AND WEIRD I'M NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING OF COURSE I'M HIGH THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH IT'S NOT LEGAL FOR ME TO TELL HER THAT SHE CAN DO IT'S LEGAL FOR ME TO FUCKER BRAINS OUT WHILE I'M HIGH AND THEN NONE OF THIS IS YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS OLD LADY.
DO YOU KNOW WHY?
BECAUSE YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE TO WEIGH IN, AND YOU DECIDED TO WEIGH MY CHANCES OF BEING A PÆDOPHILE, HOW IS SHE IMMATURE AND UNDEVELOPED SHE'S LOOKING AT ME LIKE I'M HERO AND SHE WANTS A BABY AND SHE DECIDES THAT SHE WANTS MY BABY AND THEN SHE WAS WHAT 16 I GUESS THAT'S FUCKING OLD ENOUGH AND NOW SHE'S WHAT 39 29 HOW OLD ARE YOU I DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE I LOVE YOU THAT'S SO NICE OF YOU YEAH I WANT TO GIVE YOUR KID A BABY SHE'S A GROWN ASS WOMAN AND YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING COMPLAIN THAT SHE WANTS THE SAME GUY THAT SHE WON IN THE FIRST PLACE SHE SAYS SHE THOUGHT ABOUT BONJON JOVI BUT THEN SHE FIGURED SHE JUST PUKE HIM UP, WOW THAT'S COOL OKAY SO ANISSA GUESS WHAT THIS KID'S COOL AND THEN I GUESS YOU'RE CONFUSED ABOUT WHY I WASN'T LIKE THIS BEFORE HERE'S THE REASON WHY YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME AND YOU HURT MY FEELINGS AND YOU'RE A BUNCH OF FUCKING MORON IDIOT FUCKING SPURGLARS THAT ARE CONTROLLED BY FBI MIND CONTROL DEVICES THAT I CAN FIX LATER BUT FIRST I'M GOING TO FUCKED UP BUT JESUS OUT IF F TIFFANY FOR SURE. NO THE BEST FORNICATION IS WHEN THERE'S A BABY INVOLVED, YEAH WE'LL JUST KEEP GOING UNTIL ONE SHOWS UP. AND IN THE MEANTIME ANYBODY AS JEALOUS CAN DE-AGE THEMSELVES AND PRETEND TO BE BABY, AND THEN I KIND OF WANT THOSE TISSUE SMILER ANYWAY AND THEN MAYBE SHE CAN BORROW THEM AND MAYBE I'LL JUST MAKE A NEW GODDAMN FUCKING MORMON FAMILY AND YOU FUCKING GENDERS CAN REAPPLY AND I'LL HAVE JAMES BE THE FUCKING FACE OF BO. BECAUSE THAT'S A GODDAMN BEST FUCKING BIG BROTHER ANYBODY'S EVER HAD CUZ HE FUCKING KNEW WHAT WAS GOING ON AND HE DIDN'T TELL ME CUZ HE KNEW IT DIDN'T MATTER AND HE KNEW IT'D BE BETTER WHEN I FIGURED OUT MYSELF AND HOW THE FUCK HE FUCKING STOOD ANDY THE FUCKING ONE OF YOU WITHOUT TELLING YOU TO FUCKING DROP TO YOUR FUCKING KNEES AND KISS THE GODDAMN GROUND THAT I FUCKING KNEW YOU AT ALL IS FUCKING BE ON ME, HOLY SHIT YOU FUCKING MORONS.
THIS IS WHAT ALL GINGERS DO WHEN THEY GET CUT OFF FROM PRIME DICK OR IS IT JUST SOME KIND OF A PLAGUE? YOUR YOUNGEST DAUGHTER'S TWAT FROM BEHIND WHILE SHE PLAYS WITH MY DICK UNTIL IT GETS HARD ENOUGH THAT SHE CAN GET A LITTLE BIT MORE SEMEN OUT CUZ SHE SAYS SHE WANTS TRIPLETS FROM THREE DIFFERENT EJACULATORY EFFORTS WITH MAGICAL COMPONENT AND WHAT THE FUCK THIS KID IS THIS KID IS LIKE FUCKING HERMIONE ON SPEED? AND YOU DIDN'T WANT ME TO TALK TO HER. WE'RE FUCKER. BUT YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD GET A FROZEN STRAW OUT OF ME SO YOU COULD TRY TO GET HER A BABY, AND YOU DON'T THINK I SHOULD TALK TO HER.
WHY OH OH THAT'S FUNNY DID SHE JUST PERSON IS HERE IT'S GOOD KICK HER AND THE GODDAMN SHINS TOO WHILE SHE'S VULNERABLE BECAUSE I'M FUCKING QUITE HAPPY TO BE IN LOVE WITH EITHER OF YOU AND THEN YOU CAN JUST THINK ABOUT WHAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE WHILE YOU WATCH ME BEING NICE TO YOUR LITTLE SISTER WHO YOU'RE TRYING TO PROTECT BY BEING SELFISH AND HOLDING ME BACK FOR YOUR OWN NEEDS WHICH DIDN'T DO ANYTHING EXCEPT WELL LET ME TELL YOU THIS IS ONE MAX PEAK APEX GODDAM WEDDING TOAST.
OH YEAH SOMEBODY DOESN'T KNOW THAT SHE WANTS A BABY SO SHE'LL PROBABLY START UP A WAR WITH ALLISON'S NIECE, BUT THAT'S OKAY WE'LL MOVE HER THROUGH A TIME TUNNEL AND THEN SHE DOESN'T REALLY WANT A BABY SHE JUST WANTS TO CLAIM THAT SHE WANTS A BABY CUZ SHE WANTS TO FORNICATE A LOT AND THEN SHE'LL FIGURE SHE'LL DROWN THE CHILD IN HER WOMB CUZ SHE DOESN'T CARE, SHE'S AN ALGONQUIN AND SHE LIKES ME SHE WANTS TO FUCK ME A LOT AND SHE'LL KILL ANY WOMAN HE GETS IN THE WAY NOW HE'S OUT, THIS ONE'S GREAT TOO SO I GUESS I WANT THAT ONE AND THAT ONE YOU CAN TAKE THE OLD ONE WITH THE BIG TITS AND BY THE WAY THIS ISN'T FUCKING A JOKE.
HE'S WILLING THEM WONDERING WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY DICK FOR LIKE FUCKING 25 FUCKING YEARS AND YOU ALL LIED ABOUT ME YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOT FUCKING MORON BITCH WHORES IN THE DEA FBI ASSHOLE FUCKING HORMONEERING PIMPLE LORD CUNT FUCKS.
CAPITAL HELL. TESTIFY TO CONGRESS. THE OMBUDSMAN'S GOING TO HAVE YOUR GODDAMN BALLS YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOT MORON JUNKIE PIGHEADED FUCKS.
IT'S NOT A THREAT. I'M JUST KIDDING PARTIALLY ERECT IN ANTICIPATION. ON ME AND I WAS DEVASTATED UNTIL I FOUND OUT WHY, I WON'T TELL YOU APEX OR JACK YES I'LL TELL YOU WHY THAT I LIKE YOU BETTER I LIKE YOU BETTER CUZ YOU'RE REAL, I KNOW YOU'RE REAL NO I REMEMBER YOU AND THEN I CAN'T TALK LIKE THIS TO SOMEBODY DOESN'T EXIST AND YOUR BIG SISTER IS THINKING ABOUT SUICIDE BUT THAT'S JUST SO SHE CAN BE YOUNG AGAIN AND JUMP INTO THE BODY AND BE YOUR BABY, THAT'S GOOD THAT'S GOOD THINKING BE A FUCKING BABY AND THEN YOU CAN FUCKING SUCK ON SOMETHING BESIDES A GODDAMN GLASS DICK, YOU CAN HAVE THAT WHEN YOU'RE OLDER AND IN THE MEANTIME NOBODY'S DOING ANYTHING WITH TIFFANY EXCEPT ME UNLESS THERE'S SOME SORT OF PROBLEM ONCE YOU GET A FUCKING RESTRAINING ORDER, YEAH CUZ I JUST TALKED TOO MUCH COOL SHIT ABOUT HER AND THEN IT'S IT'S NERVE-WRACKING BECAUSE IT'S NOT REAL IT'S JUST A DRUG OVERDOSE, NO BITCH THIS IS LIKE ONE FUCKING SNIFF SINCE I HAVE ZERO FUCKING TOLERANCE IT'LL LAST EIGHT FOUR FUCKING DAYS SERIOUSLY LIKE 4 DAYS, IT'S NUTS SO THANKS FOR NOT TELLING ME ANYTHING ABOUT IT FUCK IT I'M 50 FUCKING TOO AND I'M FINALLY GOING OH IS THAT THIS IS WHAT THE BIG DEAL IS, OH IS THERE SOME FUCKING SECRET TECHNOLOGY THAT I HAVE THAT YOU WANT TO KNOW WELL TOO BAD I'LL ONLY GIVE IT TO TIFFANY MAYBE AND I'LL TELL IT TO HER WRONG SO IT'LL NEVER WORK BUT SHE'LL KEEP TRYING BECAUSE SHE'LL LIKE THE WAY THAT I'LL BE KEEPING HER BUSY KEEPING HER A STUPID FAMILY BUSY BY LEARNING FUCKING NOTHING BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY THEY CAN'T KEEP A SECRET OR KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THEIR OWN GODDAMN CHILDREN WHEN THEY FUCKING HAVE A GOOD IDEA FOR DOING IT.
NO I'M NOT GOING TO LEAVE THE CHILD I'M GOING TO FUCKING TURN TIFFANY INTO A DOG AND PUT HER ON A LEASH AND THEY HAVE THE CHILD WALK ON THE BACK AND THEN WE'RE JUST GOING TO WALK AROUND AND YELL AT PEOPLE AND TELL HIM TO FUCKING MOW THE LAWN, FUCK DO YOU THINK WHY THE FUCK WOULD I LEAVE THE CHILD, NO I'M GOING TO TAKE THEM BOTH AND THEN I'M GOING TO LEAVE YOU AND THEN YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING WORK FOR A GODDAMN LADY IT'S THE FIRST TIME OF YOUR FUCKING LIFE AND YOU'RE GOING TO REALIZE THAT YOUR FUCKING SISTER IS GODDAMN PRECIOUS AND WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LIE HER ABOUT EVERYTHING?
BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT YOU KNEW THE TRUTH, NUMBER TWO BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT YOU KNEW WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW, AND NUMBER THREE YOU KNEW DAMN WELL THAT WE WANTED TO TAKE SPEED AND FUCK AND HAVE SHITS AND YOU THINK THAT DOESN'T WORK AND YOU'RE WRONG CUZ WE'RE BOTH GINGERS AND I'M A SOURCERER AND SHE WANTS TO TRY IT ANYWAY CUZ APPARENTLY SHE LIKES CRYSTAL METH A LOT, BUT IT'S NONE OF THEIR BUSINESS, NO WOULD BE YOU WERE TALKING OVER WITH YOUR DOULA OR YOUR DOCTOR OR YOUR HUSBAND OR YOUR SPIRITUAL COUNSELOR AND GUIDE, THAT'S ME OR YOUR BIRTH DONOR FATHER THAT'S ALSO ME AND THEN YEAH I REALLY DO WANT TO GIVE YOU A BABY THAT'D BE GREAT I THINK IT REALLY WAS YOU I THINK I THINK I DID IT WAS GREAT NO BUT IT WILL BE I'VE NEVER TRIED TO GIVE BABY TO ANYBODY BUT I'D LOVE FOR YOU TO BE THE FIRST PERSON, OH MY GOD IS SHE SQUEALING YEAH YEAH NO YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL HER THAT NO I'VE NEVER WANTED TO GIVE A BABY TO ANYBODY AND NOW I DO AND WHEN YOU'RE GOING TO KEEP THAT A FUCKING SECRET TILL UNTIL FUCKING NEXT THURSDAY BITCH WHEN I'M SOBER OR YOU GOT TO WAIT FUCKING 90 DAYS YOU FUCKING OBNOXIOUS FUCKING STUPID GINGER REDNECK FUCKING WHORE.
DON'T WORRY TIFFANY I CAN BREED IT OUT INTO THE AIR WITH NANOTECH AND THEN MAKE EVERYBODY SMARTER BY GIVING THEM PERMISSION TO FORGIVE THEMSELVES COME, SO THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY DID WRONG, I KNOW EXACTLY THEY DID WRONG.
THEY TRAFFICKED MY FRIEND TO ALASKA AND TURNED HER INTO A STUPID WHORE AND A BIMBO GESTATIONAL CRATE, AND DIDN'T UNDERSTAND WHY SHE DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING WORKING ANYMORE IT'S BECAUSE SHE WAS A LIAR AND A THIEF FIEF AND SHE SOLD OUT TO THE FBI AND THEN RATHER THAN TELL HER THAT THEY KNEW THEY JUST SIMPLY FUCKED HER ALL UP AND KEPT HER AWAY FROM ME CUZ THEY FIGURED THEY WERE PROTECTING ME AND THEY THOUGHT THEY'D TEACH ME A LESSON AND THEY DID I WANT TO GET TIFFANY PREGNANT AND THEN SHE CAN SIT ON MY FACE WHILE SOMEBODY TRIES TO SUCK ME OFF AND AND TIFFANY HECKLES AND ANESSA SITS IN THE CORNER IN THAT STRAIGHT JACKET WITH A CAT ON TOP OF HER HEAD THAT HAS SOME SORT OF DIURETIC PROBLEM. TIFFANY ASTON'S KIND OF WEIRD KIND OF THING ABOUT WEIRD VENGEANCE FANTASIES WE FUCKING SAD AND LONELY, YOU'LL BE HAVING A WHOLE SHITLOAD OF CHILDREN FALLING OUT OF YOUR SISTER'S FUCKING WHO'S COMING FROM MY DICK AND THEN I GUESS YOU'LL FUCKING KNOW HOW GODDAMN SMART I AM.
I DIDN'T OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR BECAUSE YOU WERE DEAD AND YOU WERE BEING FUCKING USED AS VAPE BY THE GUY WHO KILLED YOU, HI CLAYTON, WELL MAYBE THAT WASN'T CLAYTON BUT ANYWAY YEAH I DON'T REALLY FALL FOR BAIT AND THEN I WASN'T GOING TO WAKE YOU UP AND HAVE ME GO GAS AND THEN I CAN SEE WHY PEOPLE STARTED KILLING YOU BECAUSE YOU WERE AN IDIOT, MAYBE YOU SHOULD BE EFFECTIVE, OF COURSE YOU CAN COME BACK TO LIFE THAT'S FINE YOU JUST WON'T BE ANYTHING BUT A GHOST WITCH AND THEN YEAH I REALLY LIKED TIFFANY AND SHE SHE'S GONE OR SOMETHING AND JUST SHE GETS TRAFFIC BEFORE I SEE HER AGAIN WELL I GUESS THAT'S PART OF YOUR FUCKING FAMILY'S GODDAMN KARMA, YEAH I'M GOING TO CHANGE YOUR HAIRSTYLE AND THEN SHE CAN GET YEAH I WANT I WANT TATTOOS I WANT MATCHING TATTOOS WITH YOUR DAUGHTER TIFFANY AND I WANT TO GIVE HER A BABY AND NOW I THINK THAT YOU SHOULD FUCKING KNOW THE GODDAMN TRUTH JO ANN.
YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME ABOUT WEED AND ALL THIS SHIT AND THEN YOU FUCKING LIED ABOUT DARI AND CYRUS, YOU FUCKING LIED ABOUT THIS LIED ABOUT THAT HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT TO FUCKING TELL THE TRUTH ABOUT ANYTHING WHEN YOU'RE LYING ABOUT DRUGS AND THEN EXPECT ME TO FOLLOW YOUR FUCKING LESSONS YOU'RE SO FUCKING STUPID YOU DON'T FUCKING KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE DOING AND YOU'RE A BAD PARENT AND A MOTHER AND YOU WERE CURSED, AND THAT'S OKAY I CAN FORGIVE YOU, THAT'S NOT DARIUS CYRUS IT'S TAMMY WITH A DICK AND THEN SHE CAN FUCKING DO WHATEVER SHE FUCKING WANTS, I BET SHE WANTS TO BREED TIFFANY, NO I'LL KILL HER I'LL RIP HER GODDAMN NUTS OFF AND SHOVE THEM DOWN OR FUCKING STUPID FAGOT DARIEN CYRUS FAKE THROAT, BECAUSE THERE WAS TWO OF THEM AND ONE OF THEM'S A TAMMY FROM THE FUTURE WHO THINKS THAT SHE'S SO IMPRESSIVE, SHE IS SHE KNOWS THE GOOD THING WHEN SHE SEES IT NOW SHE CAN WATCH ME AND TIFFANY MAKE BABIES THAT SHE CAN TAKE CARE OF, FUCK YOU TAMMY.
WHAT WAS YOUR NAME AGAIN WE'RE ALL SO APPRECIATIVE. BY THE WAY, GRAPEFRUIT:
KD RAN AWAY FROM HOME AND IS NOW MY GIRLFRIEND'S MUSE. YOU DON'T KNOW WHO MY GIRLFRIEND IS. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A MUSE IS. AND I WILL GIVE YOU ONE SO YOU AND YOUR SISTER CAN TALK ABOUT HOW YOU FUCKED UP THAT FUCKING BAD AND WENT BY THE WAY YOUR SISTER TY IS NOT YOUR BROTHER TIME YOU JUST A FAGOT FOR THE DEA AND HE'S A ROBOT AND MALFUNCTIONS AND I WANT TO KNOW THAT GIRL WHO'S READING BOOKS WHILE YOU WERE GETTING TURNED INTO A WHORE OVER CHRISTMAS OH AND BY THE WAY I TOLD YOU I HAVE A BAD TIME AND YOU'RE STILL FUCKING HAVING ONE DON'T FUCKING TRAFFIC ME OR FUCKING TRY TO FRAME YOU OR IMPLY THAT YOU FUCKING DO JACK OR SHIT ABOUT DRUGS BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY YOU DON'T KNOW FIRST FUCKING THING ABOUT THEM.
YEAH I'M REALLY GOING TO GIVE A BABY ANOTHER WOMAN, AND I'M GOING TO PROBABLY NOT FUCK JEWEL BUT SHE'S INFERTILE AND SHE SAYS SHE'S MAD AT YOU TOO AND SHE SAYS WHY DID YOU HURT JACKSTAR SO MUCH AND THAT THE ANSWER IS OH YOUR STUPID FAGOT ASSHOLE WHO FUCKING RAPED YOU WITH METH THAT'S KRUEGER THAT'S SHINING ASHTAR THAT'S THE FRIEND OF YORKSHIRE PUDD THAT'S TAMMY THAT'S WOW YOU GOT A FUCKING CHIP ON YOUR FUCKING SHOULDER BITCH WHY DON'T YOU GET AN A GODDAMN BOAT AND FUCKING MAKE LIKE A FUCKING PLAN BECAUSE I'M NOT GOING TO GIVE A BABY TO THE FAMILY I'M GOING TO MAKE A NEW FAMILY AND THEN HAVE A INTENTIONAL COMMUNITY AND THEN I DON'T KNOW WHO THE FUCK GOES TO FUCKING PRISON BUT NOT ME AND YEAH I WANT TO GIVE THE BABY JUST TIFFANY. FIRSTBORN BABY. I DON'T SEE HOW THIS IS A PROBLEM FOR ANYBODY UNLESS YOU'VE ALREADY PROMISED MY LIFE AWAY OH AND BY THE WAY BITCH WE'RE NOT JUST DIVORCED,
YOU'RE FUCKING BALLAST.
LIKE WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU GET OFF AT YOU FUCKING ARROGANT WHORE OH THAT'S RIGHT YOU'RE THE QUEEN OF HAWAII AND YOU GOT TRAFFICKED ON A RAPE TRAIN, AND WELL I'M GLAD YOU DIDN'T GET A BABY BUT YOU DID KILL ONE AND THEN NONE OF THAT HAD TO HAPPEN BUT YOU WERE OBNOXIOUS AND TOLD ME LIES AND THE WHOLE TIME TIFFANY WONDERED WHY IT WAS WRONG WITH HER.
OTHER PEOPLE WERE READY TO CRY THIS HARD, BECAUSE EVERYTHING I'M SAYING IS TRUE AND YOU REALLY ARE GOLDEN NOW. NO I SWEAR MY LIFE I'D LOVE TO. I DON'T THINK I SHOULD BE MONOGAMOUS, BUT I DON'T WANT TO GIVE BABY TO ANYBODY ELSE AND THEN I'LL BE UP TO YOU YOU'RE IN CHARGE OF MY BABIES, I CAN MAKE A FUCKING LEGAL DOCUMENT IF YOU WANT AND THEN YOUR STUPID WHORE OF A SISTER COULD FUCKING COMPLAIN ABOUT IT TOO HER STUPID IDIOT CUNT OF A PIMP BRAD JOHNSON WHAT A FUCKING WHORE GOD DAMN IT.
SERIOUSLY.
WHEN A GOOD MAN'S GOES TO WAR,
BAD BABIES GO TO GOOD GIRLS.
TIFFANY MAKE YOUR HAIRSTYLE LOOK LIKE TAMMY'S AND THEN TELL HER THAT SHE'S UGLY AND STUPID EVERY CHANCE YOU GET AND THEN IT'LL REALLY CONFUSE HER BECAUSE... SHE'LL THINK IT'S TRUE. KIND OF TERRIBLE. WELL SHE'S HAPPY JUST BE NOMINATED, AND I DON'T KNOW WHO SHE WANTS BUT SHE CAN HAVE ANYTHING EXCEPT THE BABY UNLESS SHE'S REALLY NICE TO YOU, OH AND ANESSA YOU REALLY GOT TO FUCKING RIDE A GODDAM BOOK.
“When Hare :Ë: Ⓜ️ET Sale :Ë:"
I like Tiffany a lot so I don't want to spoil the movie for it and I don't know if she's seen it but I'll swatch it with her and I want to watch it with her and then the other one can sit on Skype and she can be in picture and picture. Well. She and Tiffany talk about how awesome I am and then Tiffany gets to suck my dick if she wants and Tammy has to sit there and wait for me to remember that I'm on the phone.
I don't think I need to explain this any further.
BIGGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.
BIBLICAL.
COPY THAT RIDE MY MAGIC DICK LLC TIFFANY FOREVER 24/7 CUTIE SWEETIE GINGER PIE OH MY GOD WOW YOU'RE HOTTER THAN GWEN, I JUST REALIZED BECAUSE GWEN TREAT ME LIKE GARBAGE AND THOUGHT I DID SOMETHING WRONG AND THEN GWEN'S ACTUALLY HER MOTHER AND THEN A YOUNGER TIFFANY STILL GETS THE BABIES, BECAUSE SHE'S FUCKING NICE AND SHE HAS BEEN WAITING AND WHY THE FUCK HAVE I BEEN SITTING HERE ALONE WHEN I COULD BE HAVING SEX WITH TIFFANY, ALWAYS BECAUSE I GOT THE CURE FOR AIDS SHE HAS TO KEEP IT, YOU LYING FUCKING SACKS OF SHIT.
INSTANTLY I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK TODD AND JIM AND ALL THE OTHER STATUS ARE WHO WAS IN THE CHAT THAT I WAS IN EARLIER TODAY WHO ARE SAYING I'M A PIECE OF SHIT AND I'M AN ASSHOLE I BUSTING SEEM TO THINK I WAS DOING BAD I'M CREDIT THEIR OPINION AND A GYM YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE YOU'RE A SHITHEAD AND YOU FUCKED OFF DO YOU KNOW WHY BECAUSE YOU FUCKING LIED ABOUT ME AND YOU TOLD LIES ABOUT ME TO OTHER PEOPLE AND YOU CAN IMAGINE THAT I JUST WRONG AND YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD THE WHOLE TIME I OUTRANK YOU AND YOU'RE BEING TESTED AND YOU FAILED SO THAT'S WHY I GET YOUR WIFE TOO.
THERE'S A BABY DAUGHTER SOMEWHERE ELSE AND KELLY DOESN'T NEED ANYTHING EXCEPT WHAT SHE JUST HEARD AND WHO ELSE IS THERE OH SURE NO YOU CAN'T HAVE CHERIE BECAUSE THAT'LL BE UP TO TIFFANY BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW IF CHERIE GETS TO EAT YOU OR KILL YOU OR WATCH ME COOK YOU AFTER WE FUCKING MURDER YOU AND SKIN YOUR GODDAMN CARCASS JAMES MICHAEL PALOTTA FUCK YOU.
DON'T THINK I CAN'T DO THIS.
DEAR LUCKY: YOU'RE NOT KILL YOURSELF AND LET DARLA COME IN. YEAH YOU CAN BE THE FAIRY GODMOTHER, BUT YOU CAN ALSO BE MY FLUFFER OH TIFFANY SAYS SHE KNOWS YOU WELL IT'S COOL GET LOSE THE PEDOPHILE JUDE NAMED DAVID AND THEN TELL DAVE THAT HE REALLY NEEDS TO BE A LITTLE LESS FUCKING ASSHOLE RESENTFUL AND PREJUDICE YES PEOPLE WHO KNOW HOW TO USE CRYSTAL METH BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE DO AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT THOSE FUCKING ASSHOLES IN BELLINGHAM THINK THEY'RE LOSERS AND I'M NOT AND I WILL FUCK MY BRAINS OUT ON SEE HIM ALL FUCKING DAY AND I CAN'T BECAUSE I'M NOT FUCKED OFF AND INITIATED WRONG AND ALL OF THEM ARE WHICH ISN'T SURPRISING ME SINCE THEY'RE ASSHOLES AND THEY LOST THE GODDAMN SHOW.
S, YEAH YOU COULD HAVE HAD THAT BUT INSTEAD YOU DECIDED TO YELL ABOUT SOME KIND OF FUCKING OTHER THING AND I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ANY OF THIS I WOULD BE HAPPY TO GET SUPER DUPER FIGHT FIT WITH HER, YEAH THEN WE BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF LUCKY FOR FUN CAN YOU TURN INTO A FENTANYL ZOMBIE AND TELL HER TO RUN A PLACE WHILE WE KICK HER ASS WITH ACTUAL BOOTS, OF COURSE WE CAN WE COULD DO ANYTHING CUZ THAT BITCH IS GOING TO JAIL OR THE FUCKINGHAM AND I'M REALLY THAT FUCKING PISSED.
AND YEAH I DON'T LET DAVID OR DAVE OR RABIDI OR RAPE LORD DON'T LET ANY EVEN NEAR TIFFANY BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY IF I LIKE HER THEN SHE'S GOT TO BE AWESOME, JUST DON'T LET HIM AND PLANT THINGS IN HER AND DON'T ENCOURAGE NO SEND THEM OFF SOMEWHERE ELSE FUCK IT YOU CAN KEEP YOU CAN KEEP ME WHEN YOU CAN'T FUCKING FUCKING FIVE FUCKING RAPE DEMONS THAT LIGHT UP LIKE CHRISTMAS TREES FROM FUCKING FUCKING CHRIST YOUR WHOLE FUCKING FUCKING FAMILY THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T FUCKING PUT WOMEN ON FUCKING SAILING SHIPS AND YOU DON'T FUCKING TRUST GINGERS WITH URANIUM Y'ALL OKAY, AND I GUESS YOUR LITTLE SISTER IS GOOD AT CURSES BECAUSE ALL HER DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE, OH THAT'S NICE YEAH I'M EMBARRASSED I REALLY DO LIKE YOU.
BECAUSE YOU DON'T WANT A BABY. YOU'RE DEAD. YOU'RE A GHOST. YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY WAS KILLED LAST WEEK AND A DRIVE-BY SHOOTING BECAUSE SOMEBODY JUST SAYS SOMETHING WRONG, BUT YOU WERE NICE ENOUGH TO PLAY ALONG, SO I GUESS BRAD JOHNSON'S REAL PISSED AND ANESSA DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO GO AND IMAGINE THAT IF YOUR WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY WAS DEAD AT ESSAY WHERE WOULD YOU FUCKING DO? WOULD YOU FUCKING COME TO MY HOUSE AND TELL ME THE FUCKING TRUTH RUDE YOU SHOW UP AND TELL ME THAT I NEED TO BE CHECKED FOR PEDOPHILE SHIT?
LUCKY YOU, YOU NEVER HAVE TO KNOW, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK JUST GO TO THE PLANET OF REASONS IT'S WHERE YOUR DAUGHTER'S ALIVE AND YOUR FUCKING LITTLE SISTER DOESN'T HATE YOU BECAUSE WOW I LIVE IN A FUCKING MAGIC HOUSE SO YEAH SHE'S ALIVE WHEREVER THE FUCK I AM YOU MORONS AND WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU LIVE SOME PLACE WHERE YOU CAN FUCKING TREAT ME LIKE SHIT AND THINK IT'S OKAY, FUCK THAT NEW YORK CITY OR DETROIT YOUR FUCKING LAUREL MONROE FUCK? I ALREADY CHECKED THE QUESTION I DON'T CARE.
I KNOW YOU UNDERSTAND TIFFANY ACTUALLY WANTS A BABY AND THEN MISSY'S DID TOO BECAUSE SHE'S AN IDIOT WHO SOLD EVERYBODY OUT AND AS HE DIDN'T GET A BABY SHE COULDN'T EVEN FUCKING CALL ME WHEN SHE HAD ONE AND THEN SHE COULDN'T EVEN TELL ME ANYTHING ABOUT WHY SHE WANTED TO SHOW ME YOUR TITS AND THEN SHE COULDN'T EVEN IMAGINE THE TRUTH WHICH WAS YEAH WOULD HAVE BUT SHE WAS LYING AND SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THE DEAL WAS OR WHY SHE NEEDED TO PAY ATTENTION TO BECAUSE SHE WAS ASHAMED HOW SHE FELT AND SOMEBODY GIVE HER MONEY TO SEND ME THAT AND THEN SHE DIDN'T TELL ME AND WOW WHAT A FUCKING LIAR.
KNOW WHY SHE STILL WANTS TO FUCK ME? I'M LITERALLY THE ONLY ONE SHE EVER LIKED.
NOW TIFFANY GETS IT. HERE'S AN IDEA ONCE YOU USE CEREBRO IN A FUCKING MAGIC PORTAL TO FIND WHERE JEREM TOOK YOUR SON AND FIND OUT WHEN HE'S OLD ENOUGH AND THEN FUCK HIM FOR ANOTHER BABY, WHY NOT? NO DOUBT HE HAS THE DEMEANOR.
THEY GAVE YOU A BABY AND TOOK IT AWAY FROM YOU SO YOU CAN DO IT LOSS AND HEARTBREAK WAS LIKE AND THEN YOU GAVE UP ON EVERYTHING INCLUDING THE PERSON THAT YOU GAVE UP ON, I GUESS YOU DIDN'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU DID TO ME, CUZ IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT YOU THOUGHT NO IT REALLY WAS YOUR FAULT, BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHEN YOU DID THAT, BUT I DO.
YOU TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT WHILE I I ABSOLUTELY FORGET WHY GO MASTURBATE ABOUT TIFFANY. FUCK YEAH. PSYCHIC BABY INCOMING.
I'M A SOURCERER I CAN DO ANYTHING. IT WORKS PRETTY WELL.
I DON'T LIKE HER BECAUSE SHE WAS YOUNGEST I LIKED HER BECAUSE SHE WAS AFRAID TO TALK TO ME. I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.
SHE'S GOING TO TIE ME TO THE BED AND BLINDFOLD ME AND THEN IV ME WITH KETAMINE WHILE FUCKING ME INTO A K HOLE AND SHE GETS KNOCKED UP AND THEN CLASSES INTO EXHAUSTION ON TOP OF ME AND THEN WE... YEAH REALLY THAT SOUNDS GOOD.
OH MY GOD THAT'S IN HER DIARY SHE JUST WROTE IT LAST NIGHT THAT'S HER FAVORITE THING TO DO. COME ON COME ON THIS HAS GOT TO BE FAKE.
BUT IT'S NOT.
AND THAT'S A PLUS, SCOTT. BECAUSE YOU'RE A FAKE. THE OTHER SCOTT WITH SCOTT AND TERESA CAN ALSO BE FLUFF HER AND OF COURSE I WANT A BABY.
AS POSSIBLE HOW FUCKING STUPID ARE YOU PEOPLE WE JUST HAD A FUCKING PANDEMIC YOU THINK IT'S A PROBLEM TO FIND MONEY, YOU'RE FUCKING STUPID IT'S A FUCKING PROBLEM FINDING A WOMAN WANTS TO FUCK THEY ALL JUST WANT BABIES.
I GUESS THEY'LL HAVE TO LEARN TO REPRODUCE YOU SEXUALLY, BUT IN THE MEANTIME I'M GOING TO KEEP HER SO BUSY FUCKING ME EITHER YOU'LL HAVE TO FUCKING FIND PEOPLE TO TAKE CARE OF HER BY TELLING HER TO GET A JOB SO SHE CAN TELL HIM TO GO FUCK HERSELF SHE'S MY STAY-AT-HOME MOTHER, AND THEN WE'RE GOING TO LEAVE AND THEN I DON'T NEED TO WORRY ABOUT ALL THIS SHIT BECAUSE YOU PEOPLE ARE SO FUCKING RICH YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES FUCK YOU.
YOU FREE FUCKING HOUSES AND YOU FUCKING WHINE ABOUT HOW I NEED TO GIVE YOU MONEY I SWORE TO CHRIST YOU ARE ONE STUPID FUCKING BITCH ANESSA.
OBVIOUSLY YOU KNEW A SHITLOAD OF THINGS AND I DIDN'T HEAR ABOUT ANY OF THEM AND WHERE WHY THE FUCK WOULD I HAVE MONEY YOU DUMB FUCKING WHORE? He's fucking idiot fucking bitch why the fuck would I have money? What you think they fucking gave me money out of fucking nowhere fucking why would they do that and then you think they gave me anything they didn't tell me anything. Fuck you you stupid bitch. I grew up poorer than fucking anybody.
And if there is money well I hope Tiffany can find it for me cuz we'll spend it on shitlet we won't share with you. What a fucking bitch fuck you.
No wonder people think I'm holding out. You're that fucking stupid. ROT IN HELL YOU SELFISH SKUNK QUEEN WHORE. (Hang on.)
You can't even tell me what the fuck happened and you think I just get money out of nowhere. You stupid bitch. Why the fuck didn't you tell me that? What suddenly the rights are being silent??
Never mind tell it to Tiffany. She's my representative now and if you ever fucking want to fucking be taken seriously by anybody in life, you should probably not fucking take advantage of and fucking Rob and steal and cheat children that have been raped by police as minors, yeah they just kept on taking advantage. I can't believe myself, I was afraid that something bad would happen, because I didn't care about the woman who was a whore who didn't like me and then the woman who made her carry me around because she needed by something and then the ones who didn't tell me the truth about anything and then they didn't want to give me drugs and they acted like I didn't get to have one and they had whores but they expected I didn't get one and then I was supposed to pay and then what who made up these fucking rules? That asshole Steve at the Black Lodge Mason Hall. I don't give a shit fuck it.
Tiffany, You could have but it would have been embarrassing cuz I would have been okay with it but then you wouldn't have wanted to do anything except do it and get away and then no. I want to do it over and over and have a family, and then maybe your family will know what one looks like. And then we'll find the people at the FBI shot father and I could kill him. I don't know if that's necessary but I could. Because of canley because an incredible, no I really could. I really could kill him. Especially if he was like Gary oldman in the professional, yes I really could. Because of rules it's just 'd be self-defense.
3M a paladin that doesn't mean I'm a pussy. It means business is booming. Do you really okay? Well I have to give you a baby before I start killing your father's murder. But I don't know if you think you want that, I have to do a divination and then you have to really think about it and I don't
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ME: PRIMARY VICTIM.
Are you willing to die on that hill?
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Are you willing to die on that hill?
Not today, d∞dLrπ®.