Why the fuck is Jackstar so Goddamn Crazy?

[Anniem]

🫀#LULZ🫶🏻

I like that one

[WORTHAUGERa]

I like that one

Can't you just drone that guy?

[Jackstar]

Got an easy softball from the peanut gallery, here goes:


She lied to me. Her name was (SLAG) (PROT). See? I'm changing names. I'm protecting the innocent. I'm a... Guardian. Of Truth.
This slag whore named (SLAG) goes off on a "trip," you dig? (Not Greatfield. Buckle-up, Buttercup.) (SLAG) comes back, and of course, is distant. You all know what's coming, right?

Well, shit, so did I, the second I puked on her car. More on this later. Meanwhile, she goes off and before she even dismounts I'm all, "Wow, this isn't going to work out, I don't know which of is more bored with each other's bullshit." You know how it goes, right? But, instead of doing something REASONABLE, This_(SLAG)_Person goes off on a trip on a pre-planned at some heretofore, never-to-be-revealed-juncture, says mournful, maybe almost tearful goodbye (Knew her destiny would come harder than she did or was ever gonna do), comes back with some bullshit story, "Oh, I met someone, It's loooove, I came to my senses...." and it turns out, eehhh... not so much. Details are unnecessary, likely unlawful, and certainly totesbeyondthepale. SO, you get a phree won ton soup or salad daze, and as you'll recall, I left you before you could start hitting me. Lucky me, little miss "I watched my father throw my mother down the stairs." Imagine the pillow closet talk.

So, that's why (SLAG) got lager poured on her. She fuckin' well fuckin' deserved it. Still carrying a phat grudge, I see. Well, I fuckin' just fuckin' bet.

No film at eleven. Number one: it's personal. Number two: most of you don't even rate. Number three...


Oh, clearly, they don't either.

[Jackstar]

Got an easy softball from the peanut gallery, here goes:


She lied to me. Her name was (SLAG) (PROT). See? I'm changing names. I'm protecting the innocent. I'm a... Guardian. Of Truth.
This slag whore named (SLAG) goes off on a "trip," you dig? (Not Greatfield. Buckle-up, Buttercup.) (SLAG) comes back, and of course, is distant. You all know what's coming, right?

Well, shit, so did I, the second I puked on her car. More on this later. Meanwhile, she goes off and before she even dismounts I'm all, "Wow, this isn't going to work out, I don't know which of is more bored with each other's bullshit." You know how it goes, right? But, instead of doing something REASONABLE, This_(SLAG)_Person goes off on a trip on a pre-planned at some heretofore, never-to-be-revealed-juncture, says mournful, maybe almost tearful goodbye (Knew her destiny would come harder than she did or was ever gonna do), comes back with some bullshit story, "Oh, I met someone, It's loooove, I came to my senses...." and it turns out, eehhh... not so much. Details are unnecessary, likely unlawful, and certainly totesbeyondthepale. SO, you get a phree won ton soup or salad daze, and as you'll recall, I left you before you could start hitting me. Lucky me, little miss "I watched my father throw my mother down the stairs." Imagine the pillow closet talk.

So, that's why (SLAG) got lager poured on her. She fuckin' well fuckin' deserved it. Still carrying a phat grudge, I see. Well, I fuckin' just fuckin' bet.

No film at eleven. Number one: it's personal. Number two: most of you don't even rate. Number three...


Oh, clearly, they don't either.

Timestamp beacon check. It took this long before I thought, "Oh, I wanna log back in again and read that thing I wrote because I want to feel good again when I re-read it." Because, reasons. Current fap count: Zero.


Not Level Zero. That's an entirely different fap count. By this, all this, I mean to convey, that I am over this experience in my life, and feel no particular urge to use sex magick to overcome the vile taste of bile in my mouth as I pause to consider the dawning realization of just how fucking retarded and mean some particular few sad pathetic fucks some of you are, have turned out to be, and -- pause, silent contempt/PLACY-Ayy-SHUN -- how much more wonderful everyone will behave now as a result of Our Collective, Royal, Tesseratic Restraint.


Fucking Punylings. I swear galoshes! Land sakes. .s'click't.

[Jackstar]

Timestamp beacon check. [...] .s'click't.

Thirteen minutes. Not bad. More than I would have put money on. You know, some gals, they can't even imagine coitus that could ever go on that long at full, hammering thrust -- let alone, pass the option of suffering the no-doubt horrific consequences of having to walk funny for awhile. O, how horrible it all is.

Straight-UP TEDIOUS TEDIUM. Snarl.

[Jackstar]

"Oh, I wanna log back in again and read that thing I wrote because I want to feel good again when I re-read it."

Just done so -- and will continue to do so. This one is a good-un. It's got that Drakkar cum Draconis Noir-Eskque combo quality of dark, incommunicado muskiness, sunlighting disinfectant, and literal sons on literal out-in-the-fuckin'-woods-where-bitches-get-kilt fuckin' on literal goddam fire. (What? Shields -- stop, drop, and roll if you're nasty.)


Hello to any new readers out there. Did I just go viral in Sri Lanka? I thought they renamed that bourgoise shithole. Fuck them too. I'm waiting on the new leads.

[WORTHAUGERa]

Timestamp beacon check.

Current self-read goat-gloat count: FOUR (4)
Current fap count: zero*


*: This value is somewhat meaningless since I haven't had the energy to fap today since I've been too busy panting and sweating while planking & combing my hair; THE HARD WAY CLICK

[Jackstar]

So, I went to a YouTube that I -knew- would be hostile... call it a hunch.

Someone makes repeated reference to how I should get "a job."

Like, okay, whoa. How famous am I? Within seconds, I can feel tension, and someone is barking questions at me.


Look, this is not the first time I've experienced that. But this is the first time I have thought about it...

Do I not look like I do enough work? Do I need more money? Am I likely to pay heed to snotty, whining comments? It's mystifying.

I'm not even gettting food stamps. I'm not getting anything. I'm sitting aorund doing as little as possible unti lthe world ends. How would my getting "a job" affect anyone in particular at all?


Why am I so goddamn crazy? Because he was pissed because I never leave the house so he can't come rob it, or plant evidence, or whatever... and isn't that too bad?

Somehow, I have angered an angry segement of society, and for the most part... I'm terrified and horrified. it's not the comment. It was the speed.

dude is on me like white on rice. Now, that's a fan. so, get a job doing what? WHat? I could write books. oh, is that not a job?

He is just jelly, and wishes he wasn't a slave to some thug, and imagines that I am not really the same.


I am a slave to many masters. I have many legitimate pursuits. And I haven't told him to do anything. But now I am wondering if I can get a job where that would be my duty. doing things to him.

Isn't that weird? He also typed that I "sound like jewel." Like... I dn't even miss her. Now I don't have to feed her or pick up her shit. And she probably deserved to die that way. so is he... like, hoping to make me feel bad? Or is this a wierd way of complimenting me?


I honestly don't know. And if he hadn't been such a rude and arrogant shitbag, I might be inclined to get a job EVER, but now, NEVER. Maybe it's a friend of my little bitch cousin, who doesn't know how to be inspiring either.

"how do I support myself"? Like, I respirate. I just can't figure it. Lots of people do what I do. What's his beef with me? Oh, right...

he thinks I made something bad happen to him that inconvenienced him. Maybe he thinks I deliberately wound him up and arranged for him to get a DUI. That happened to me. That was quite a job. I learned a lot after dumping higher education and working in food service.

I learned to get by with a lot less paying of bills after being pushed around way, way too far, too fast, and too low class.

(I wonder if he would have believed me if I explained that I am fascinated by the "suddenly knows my name by sight and is super hostile" phenomon. Also I stole his mother's purse and boy was that whore loaded. Work with me here, I'm trying to earn a paycheck.)


"How do you support yourself?" Who even gives a shit? Have I ever asked that question of another living soul? No.

so, I flamed him a few times and left. Now. Anyone got an opinion on this? Because the real answer is, without oxygen, it was hopeless.

And now, it's still hopeless. What does he think I should do more of? Work at being a pretend victim of a psychotic and wholly corrupt cop? that didn't pay well.. .except in satisfaction.

In summation, I think that I am so "G-ddamn crazy" because I have been bullied ONE TOO MANY TIMES. Just ONCE. TOO MANY. And now, forget it. I'd rather scrounge, or learn conjuration, or just rip out my jugular with my fingernails.

Or, track down every individual like that who thinks they know me, and show them something more of my personality. I wonder if I could get that job.

I'd be a Sourceror still, either way. That reminds me. I hope my water heater doesn't blow up... and I hope that guy has a sister who... well, has a job, I guess. Weird. Thanks , God. Burned the energy off.


(Also I have recently uncovered the fact that I have had "black magick generational cursees" placed on me. I kind of like them. Maybe I can carry them as a job for others. I'll think it over, and feel good about myself, because at least I'm not... oh! maybe he knows I'm under surveilance and that's why he was sad to see me show up?)

Huh Well, there's an idea. Must remember to forget to Google ramifications of stupid fucking EMERGENCY NO CONTACT ORDERS.

I mean... poor Grapefruit, I bet she really misses having to pretend to not know everyone everywhere all the time. I know I don't miss being reminded that she kept me out of sight like a gimp in a cage. (It never occurred to her to... socialize me? Well, I did it for her.) So she had a job, huh? Too bad she wasn't any good at it.)

The reality is I would just as soon die on the spot as fill out a applicaton for being a wage slave. I started to look around for work when I got here. Then, I found myself ostracized for 10 months after being thrown out on Christmas Eve. My urge to cooperate is at an all time nadir.


And it just got lower. I wondre if it pisses him off that I deliberately fail to take money for al lthe writing I do? Beacuse that's part of it. Saves me a lot of itme on taxes too. No income, no income tax. And my handwriting sucks.

Also I was given nothing but abuse and shitty lip by most of the people I met throughout my entire life, and today is no exception.

I'd get a job where he worked if I could. then he could feel better than me. Because I suck at most tasks, besides being me. I'm good at that one.

Oh, wait. Maybe he was asking me why I don't get fellated? I just don't like the idea. Or the asking. Oh wait, he meant "support myself."

Well, mostly through positive affirmations and daydreaming. who even asks this? Oohhhh.... he's a thuggie piggie little sleaze who thinks he has Authority? Wow, I guess he got a job. What a real employee of the month.

There we go. That's better. I haven't touched on that angst in a long time. Get a job, why can't I have a career?

hah, just kidding. Truth is I wish I could go to a job and do work and feel part of a team. a sense of belonging. But I don't belong.

I simply don't, Ask around, if you can even get someone to acknoweldge that I even exist. I think my dad must have pissed of someone who is a big deal.

anyhoo... I feel better. Thanks. And I was going to, actually. I realy was. I got sidetracked. I wonder why.


Oh, right. I am a hostage refugee abuse survivor circus freak low hanging fruit target... and that guy doesn't have any idea how easy it would be to pick up and put down pacifiicsm. Fucking Grapefruit threatened to beat me with a cane. She was actually serious. Like, that made sense to her.

I explained how it didn't and then laughed at her. Can that be my job? I would work for fucking free. (Oh I did, and I burned thorugh $20K on the mostly ungrateful women.) Doesn't that sound fair? I think so too.

[Robert Mugabe]

 (Oh I did, and I burned thorugh $20K on the mostly ungrateful women.)

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.

[Jackstar]

Look at you, Hacker. Like the likes of you and your ilk would even know how to find a real whore. Pfft. {You could ask your Dad.}

That's an awful lot of ten dollar whores.

WRONG. It could be just ONE. JUST ONE MORE/HORE/Addiction-Submission-Dependency cyclic-psycho0-toxic-CYCLE LIGHT/STAR/CYCLE.

(I get that you were justryna be funny, and you accomplished your... your what? What is that you would say it is that you actually do aeound heor? Your... mission? Sure, that's what you call it now, okay, rollerballayes. Your mission. Go get a new one, see you in five (5) years. \\//

They're both under aegis. I wouldn't expect you to understand, it's not the targeting system, although that's a very good guess. Go get debriefed, go on, shoo. Hey, here's an idea: maybe they'lll give you a new mission, and it'l be in my pants. Just think of it. You'd be only too thrilled if that were a fuckin' fifty year mission, amirite? B.I.N.G.o.

[Worthauger]

No wonder those spirochaetes are having such a gladsome time partying away in what's left of your brain.

Q/T|Rocky Balboa|Actual_Rocky_Scarf|Actual_Scarf'∅MILLerSTONEr
legit_communique_follows:

Define "spirochaetes.” I AM Mike and koozie MIKE N KUCZI (and also: ABOJUUL. She's really cute! I actually thank you for the bottom of my hart, that was nice of you to leave that for her to treat as her catbed/coffin\XplaYthingY. (New job, new name tag, still no badge -or- vag... & no apparent standards. Downsi88: same old job, totesdifferent 99 storyTOWERproblems; you get exactly one guess how many of those, AGENT NEIN T. NEIN are both (2) old tired/tried ass w/s/whiny horse saddles. *Tigh* 10:10\11/5:5 (RAWR/PAWS): pause for paddle. (¡not going to lie; missing a live cat.)

Yeah I'm sure, the robots have “A_Plan.” Fuck ‘em; my Plan is Life. )

Okay: did you define that yet? Because here's how it's going to be, because I'm not actually going to use one of those millstones on you—I got a hunch you don't deserve one anyway. Neil, you might be a real piece of work; Jim, you're not a kneeling construction project for fancy plumb bobs (and if you are, there's another Miller with other s
Stones for you. Let's change cameras.) OKT.ton s‘teL T.K.O. the Vampire Queen? Baby, I'm not a Slayer; I'm a diplomat. 4 no rea5on at all toteshotsix I AM “a pacifist,” besides I'd rather talk her into self-deportation/noble_defenestration\a-sardine’N’garlic-earlwitch by boring Jim to tears, until She stakes herself through her own heart with a kosher pickle stake transmuted out of sheer, desperate boredom into a cherry wood spear, which is a simple basic cantrip taught to all African males before reaching the age of five. It's part of their culture. And, pickles are cultured. You like culture. You also like tripartite beings, you're soaking in their blood, sweat, urine every damn day.

Jim, Neil, Bob, and the_local Vampire Queen walked into a bar. Now, here's a riddle: who walked out?

I'll give you a hint: when they left, they looked like a pair of fags.


LDTTWA<-----
Q/T|Rocky Balboa|Actual_Rocky_Scarf|Actual_Scarf'∅MILLerSTONEr
legit_communique_follows:

Define "spirochaetes.” BONUS QUESTION: How am I doing, vRobert? BONUS ANSWER: IDGAF.

Define "spirochaetes.” and yes, I could Joogle it, or I could check wiki-tiki-tembo, but no sarembo will give me the answer–I'm looking for it–which is what I'm asking from you: Define "spirochaetes,” and is there any connection/resemblance to Rabbi Aristophanes Heathcliff Shaw, Squire? (by the way: I like what your beard has done with Itself, & have (You) ever seen “The Boys From Brazil”?)

*This is not an attempt to contact any Shaw, any shawl, or any SHOCKLAND member. Always eternal —vigilance over Faith. (SHAW/HOPE) JESUITS! YOU RIDE!! (outtatown)*


Where there's a way/weigh—there's a will\$kale. No body, No crime—no case. next!

[Worthauger]

That's an awful lot of ten dollar whores. No wonder those spirochaetes

WE ARE JUST GOING TO ASK AGAIN.
Q

(*Yeah I don't think IT’s getting the message. VOTE: HAMMER. SLEDGE HAMMER.) 58D!!


TL:KANT REad?) WELL GIVEN THAT WE CAN'T WAIT FOR RED, YET, AND WE CAN'T RIG FOR RED, YET, I'M JUST GOING TO SWITCH TIMELINES.
TRUST THE PLAN.
STAY HUNGRY, FRENS.
KU3

[WORTHAUGERa]

WE ARE JUST GOING TO ASK AGAIN.
Q

And now you know why I didn't become a Fed: way too much fucking red tape, not nearly enough fucking.

Do you think she's the only diplomatic contact I have? Guess again. I could have a team of Latvians here tonight in 2 hours to till this whole thing up. I would not ask unless I wanted to have it be done to till it up—and I don't—but that's not the point.

The point is, I could also get a catering team of Estonians to come and bring them streudel! (Those of you who know anything about diplomatic relations at all will probably recognize instantly what a completely preposterous, hyperbolic, & (Class.) notion this is. #RE-REE-REEEEE-Rezpeckt.) Nevertheless: I could make it happen. (This Just In: 55 FakeFæRusskys suddenly showed up in a Telegram channel that I didn't join all at once “just hanging out” with crypto to “share.” Now that's “some strudel”. 💕
((Tx): Don't. Lee will be infuriated further, so... Wait, what am I saying? Infuriated Lee is Best Lee. go ahead; fuck her purple& red&yellow&gold&ON_FIRE. I am sure I won't even notice.)

Secondary point: Jackstar cares. Yeah, about strudel. I also care about: guns; fusion power; anti-grav; kisses more kisses and that's all I care about now just kisses goodbye I got to go get kissed {I'll wait.} shit I can't never mind fuck you, Jackstar still cares, MOTHE—*click* {Dr. Ed: I'm still waiting.}

Now, that's compassion.

[WORTHAUGERa]

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