{newish formatting template, can you avoid trying to get up to Philly details with editing every little piece of letter so it's great every single time, which is a lot of fun I do love doing that but not right now I have to start thinking about getting back to my language processor which is fucking on one of these tables out there somewhere Jesus this whole place is falling apart... Well, actually, it's actually kind of coming together like Christine. Who I really do like I don't think I give a case for getting back to forget that family though. Legit frightened of that level of deep alcoholism. Too towards comfy.
Incidentally, I know it's a stretch, but it should be time to start considering what I'm doing as some sort of protected freedom of speech experiment.
Essentially that just means in the future if you don't use the word eccentric or experimental in place of words like gibberish or poppycock, you'll be shot by musket at Dawn. I have no idea where this stuff comes from but my hope is only that it stays in some sort of grammatical structure that is possible and I continue to no longer hear from people who believe that once the university level education is reached there is no other reason to write and write for a long period of time other than to exhibit ones complete and total lack of any ability control oneself at all, oh yes, you're right that one absolutely is too unweildy, wrong, wordy, you know how it is.
I am an animal, and I write nothing like one too.
Yeah, I tried it doesn't work; I'm a Sourceror. Someone specifically requested this level of hokum. I don't know if that whoring was for attention at all... I really don't think I'm looking to hope that person reads spell gab but, source gab is not going to work either.
But the reality is that; that's going to happen, that would happen. And if I wished to not have it be the sacrifice that it was, I would have not sacrificed it. Did in fact... make a sacrifice. It really is something. Temptations were in fact resistant. It could have been an undone option, and now, no longer any known route but prayer.
I'm pretty sure baby is praying for
us.
Top right, I think. 
IN A FIRST, I DETECT OH SMALL CAPS SORRY.
Kind of big caps around here.
Hi! By the way, you know how supposedly myself and maybe somebody else or these wild and crazy guys are all over the place with crazy concepts and way too long posts and bullshit? Sea-change appears fully accommodated. He seems healed and in love and holding hands and shit. Not sure where that imagery comes from but it is definitely pleasant, and I'm very happy to be very pleased with things myself and I'm not overly agitated or amplified in a way that is annoying against my will, and surprisingly the crooning of the overheard grumbles is beginning to take on something of a interlocutive tone.
So, I owe you honest sight; that's a strange sharp drop in self-confidence and personal faith in one's expression seems kind of... structural. I heard there was some kind of thing that made a disappointment quite extensive for not sure if many or some or one, but I don't know details, and I don't know that it matters that the outcome is uniformly positive for me, I mean I was quite excited to finally find out what I felt like to be in a midst of experience that I didn't ask for, and now that it's passed I don't really enjoy remembering how it was but I do really like knowing that that could handle that again probably pretty easily and it was actually kind of an upgrade to my nervous system in some ways that I didn't ask for or expect but now I don't have to flinch when somebody opens a jar of helicopter blades in the bathroom and starts doing the criss cross on the jugular. I don't know if that's a real thing, but I would absolutely start it off with a good college try, or else good University for a year and drop out to save my soul, oh that reminds me I have to pay that fee on those gold coins. What the hell is wrong with me, I got bunch of the money in the bank and I got lots of bills I haven't paid in months and I think about it and I'm like... What is the worst that can happen? They forgot how to spell my name and my coinage slips between worlds. Definitely cool. Definitely awkward.
You know how the northern node is the one that you're going to in life Southern notary start from and the northern node is the sign of the zodiac that represents where a person is going, my Northern node is in Capricorn which is the side of the baphomet and the devil and it is where I'm going to end up, at the end of the start of the beginning of middle age, and I am seven times seven... I'm not going to get a fucking 69 joke in here anywhere it doesn't even fucking matter I'm on my way to Satan—to take charge.
Master. Minions, listen, what's important is that I legit, like,
die... And, I still keep getting my soul back. Now, that
is protection. (Part of a nutritious and balanced, Sourceror's breakfast, served in ashrae that is obviously been sanitized and well taken care of because they were planning on taking to the ashtray store so it's probably not going to be just like an ashtray that they found somewhere in the middle of the fucking gutter that I just thought would be a good one to fucking put a sandwich in, yet. That's how it was. Are there any diseases that smell like cotton candy and nice, friendly warmth? Nervous kind of warmth. Definitely warm. Ish. Hey, here's the plan, we're going to check the reactivity we're going to monitor the temperature and we're going to drain the great lakes and replace them with fucking hydrogen peroxide cuz we got to be short on over caution and long on get out there and stay on those winners, because those are the collector items that you really want to be able to feel okay about having like that one sunny day and grease on that beach and that other time out and Boston where thank God the doc wasn't tutored he sent me to just scraped it up and then... But you know those commercials where the kids are eating ice cream and they knocked ice cream off the cone and his ground to the ground and they laugh and then they eat it up off the ground, yeah don't do that that'll fucking kill you, you crazy? Hey hold that one down over there get a rapid test on him. I said rapid. Yeah, newly you're done that's not even fast enough look we got to get this working I can't stand watching the Polaroid film come together so slowly unless you're shaking it, I probably have an overcompensation for something maybe some kind of excess anxiety when it comes to tests not becoming informative soon enough when I need my answers I cannot stand there and be concerned about the rate at which my pictures are becoming visible to my eyes, I... I'm not going to lie I'm going to have it, I need a flex, I have not been getting my required motivational exercise thresholds.
It's time to start singing the ABC band-aid song 1 2 3 in sign language. Now, please open your survival manuals to page 812, no 811 is not the right page we all need to be on the same page or mistakes can happen and people's lives are at risk.
I don't know if I'm going to be able to make it tomorrow without an extra dose of my duralaxoquel, which I understand is hard to get so look I'll trade you two captagons for one and it's a good fucking deal all right so just don't give any shit or I will fucking lose my mind on your shit or I do get it you got my hand on my fucking knife you can't even fucking see all right are you ready fucking get it together, this is where it's all coming together now, Hades do you see that he's not breathing okay do I do a pail all right. Wow., This is the big time. choices we make today are going to make up the differences of our lives every single day for the rest of her life and the exact same way and so we better get that right this time so we can get ahead of the curve of getting it wrong again later and then improving it again.
*Holding hands up* you, photos autographs right now I'm doing what I can and I don't want to be made an example of I'm just one person doing a really important oversight role on just what kind of threats we have available to us to be concerned about with at any given time that I might be exposed to when I allow myself to become even a maybe have a brief interaction with the person on a bus for example, that can be a life-threatening crisis for some people if they are not prepared to suffer the possible consequences that can develop and envelop a person in such a life and death risk-taking is that a bacteria or a sputum classic conundrum or what.
I know, it may not look like a lot of fun with all the heavy breathing and filtered water, but this is what peak performance in security industry looks like. , You can also test me, you can just trust me let's see how it works steady now don't push too far but just trust me and realize that we probably have an opportunity here to make ourselves perhaps 2 to 3% more convinced of our own complete lack of safety security which is probably good enough on its own, just there but let's give that little push and right now imagine you're kissing jesus's ass with your puppy babies little tummy with his toes. , You see that, you see that right there in between those toe crack, that's where the anthrax can start to grow in your puppy's toes. No, you're wrong it can actually do that on every alternate season she changes where the leaves become purple instead of orange that's where it had happens it's the transcendental Matrix where the disease snaps from just a simple ordinary bovine flu to all of a sudden you got an actual planet killer like what's happened with covid all you got to get is a fucking fish market and a goddamn block you're at the home Depot steering masks again. call I know just don't get carried away with your imaginings, but you know what happened once and by God it's going to happen again one of these days we'll get the right combination of swords together, we just really need to work together on the the sharpening of the sores as well as the direction and angle of the calligraphy, because every nook of those little little levers and digs in between the fonts and places for a tiny civilization made of maybe sea monkeys from the Stars those things can come together just for a brief minute and then cobble together a poem about curing hunger with some sort of genetically engineered virus that happens to make your stomach a lot more viable useful home for foreign formulas of table salt. *polite_respectful_cheering_spontaneously_erupts_tThe_Land* oh I'm sorry security yet we can't have that we need to have very vigorously restricted eruptions of table salt formulas those things can get out of hand pretty soon you got a whole basket Weaver's table full of macramated things and salt rectifiers, you're right that does sound good God I could go for one of them assault refers right now but we don't have time to lose our dignity or security prep and are adherence to The invasion timetable Matrix. It's just a beautiful machine of all he's working parts keeping us together from the very slightest amount of a vile corruptive disgusting deceitful swindling betraying Indian giving wrong answer book to the inaccurately chosen puzzle to represent the completely incorrectly suitable human body part that somebody was thinking about looking look right there under there is probably a little piece of peanut butter or something under a fingernails to get something going and my God you're talking about another highway again. A highway... for plague. (Job. My old mine, and the fucking glorious bastard is actually sitting right on top of it. I'm probably about to cry just thinking about it, fucking know what he knows this guy's name except me, and it's my name so anytime you can bring me up I'm feeling pretty good these days, I think if we can all hold together and push through this final fungal Bloom explosion that schedule, we really only need to have eight or nine people on constant watch for any sort of sign of any sort of concentration of mildew becoming a potential stairway vector to some kind of, well there's no other way to say it: some kind of mild rash with maybe some bumps on it. The applications are already chilling, to say nothing yet of the implications.
I know, right? Hence the shields. I can go to Hell and send them back their own rubber stampers on their own campers, and I won't get a single dose of snake bite venom or smallbox pox, any association.
This one still makes me laugh every time I read it.
False reality construct positive is unlikely. I just had a laffy time the other hour or so two ago, the day dream was a bunch of people suddenly worrying about common, or used to be, sexually transmitted diseases, and I thought how the hell does one get gonorrhea?
sexually transmitted diseases
Carly Simon, Ava Gardner, Catherine Deneuve, and Charo twice.
Wait, you're not...?
oh no—gross. Euchre.
This one still makes me laugh every time I read it.
Having this holographic memory, of standing there, watching the having of this brief conversation, and the look of disdain and horror is absolutely priceless, but for me, why, I mean... I guess, yeah I do feel better, Did it have to be there, oh it's for other people to watch, actually is a beautiful thing to see, those two say this to each other, look I'll look you guys oh my God, “God can even imagine it must be the grossest thing imaginable oh no I would never course no I mean,”
Awkward break to static cling no more. I am not anything less than ecstatically delighted why I remember this, and every time I do, the sneer the frown so micro with the expression of virtually any respect caught it just makes me wonder like what is it how bad could it be does it turn my angles to porridge? Well just get worse than that cuz I kind of like porridge! Oh poor, ridge? I do know that I have a strong case of awesome sausage rostia, and that thing is pretty much its own starter. I do mean the sourdough.
I can barely go 12 seconds without thinking of it before I go back to the beginning and remember the little wrinkled nose and the in the up turned lip and then the expression of immediate cringy concern you're not are you let it be true,
And then the final small shake and drop the lip and don't even bother clutch in the pearl just get it away go oh eeeeewwww. God, everybody's really selling it, dang right there, they don't even offer me a mask there's no hand sanitizer they don't know maybe I'm holding hands with you although that would be a first and I could not look until I had seen it 8 or 9 times about how did I think about that the very first time, I was thinking oh yeah I was like that's kind of weird gee thanks it helped me feel out better, I guess actually it kind of has cuz how the world came to be in that place. My sweet heavens. You know I never asked if it was a murderer or an accident or natural, I don't want to know, and they still don't want to know, but yeah jewel got fucking murdered and then just as well I mean it's actually turned out really cool and then they probably meant well or they were really high as fuck and then damn I can't was murdered well cool that means I really did get that Spirit ninja familiar thing cuz I was a spell component, and when I saw that that kind of thing was happening over and over and over I knew that I felt better about everything in life.
I mean the second nine lives, I do hope for nine more pussies but that doesn't seem to be as satisfying as the the first few dozen or so who are on their knees ready to cringe and tear at the idea that they're purely immune system might not be able to Bear the strain, and if there was any cause for worry need to know right away you're not are you please please let me know and if so just go.
GO! *Taps begins* you did this to yourself you are just going to face consequences over, stronger and stronger and more severe by the minute until we are sure... oh God, you're not really are you!? "Halted music, excitement quickly stilled in the breast, struck fast, before it rises above the clearly visible Adam's apple. And there, right there, the next visible sign of disease progression presents itself the dreaded Mark of the rabbi, figley crustacean-shaped, it indicates the next phase of the horrific progression... Teats-slurrs."
Oh, god, give me the boerwoms instead, anything. Give me the madness, my life is really only just begun how can I be cut down so short if it's Prime of time can't stand it CIRCLE THE WAGONS
CONTACT THE DRAGONS
THEY'LL HAVE MORE KLEENEX
Oh you're not Oh no you're not no are you no no I'm not I'm not and there's not a Kleenex in the world that would catch that spray, and how could anyone ask for anyone so humble to be sprayed with salt from the nose with mucus and be crumpled up in a ball and thrown on the floor to make its own way to a comfy way home.
Literally I'm completely uninteracted within the entire conversation, like I'm a pet on a leash, no eye contact once I possibly seem kind of dim in the head, I remember being mostly whatever something like numb with drain line fuel sprinkles as enough sparkle... I remember it now as well as I need to, but there is no guarantee my lips and tongue possibly accurately duplicate the passionless scoffing nature of the query: "hi hi what are you doing? With... Heeeewwww"
I swear the entire time I was happy to the clam, remembering that in the future I was going to remember this so much differently and I was correct, I remember it was as though we were at a compound and the corner ice cream store was the check-in desk for explaining one's purpose being on location with a possible... you know... Lap-purr. Sounds good looks good feels good, that's how it starts sometimes looks aren't so good. Sometime leper, sometime lapper... And, sometimes once in a while Jackstar -will- lap S/her.
He's really not good for all that much,
officially, but sometimes when he talks about himself in the third person it makes the magick happen in a way that is just enough to get us back on the path to security and personal independence of freedom perhaps 8 or 9 femtosecond sooner—just that little extra set of edge than would be otherwise possible... To make a little bit more safety and security possible. And that's why we do it. Why we fight. Why we go back to fighting, we go to train some more, and then we go back and we fight some more and then we fight. And then we win, unless we have got to fight some more, but that's why we fight. See, simple: I'm feeling as strong as a strong thing after it trains.
Facts never let a man go down alone and wait never stop never I got to go over fuck it that's just fuck the whole thing up never mind break
That was last transmission we received. We're all on our own together now. Times organization, go on my mark, no, no don't wash the hands and cleanse the mark and go back again... It's not sure that we've got all the possibilities for the protections against any kind of diseases conceivable right at already fingertips so that we can be prejudicial in any configuration that is absolutely necessary so that we can feel better as much as we need to. Or, as much as we say you need to, I think you'll agree, might as well be the same as carrying a loaded hand grenade launcher at the ready at all times. I feel safe just hearing about that, don't you? Stop! Caution warning in effect.. 3 two one, non-standard character edition I think it's safe to allow it I think we've won a few people it's safe to take a cautious and judiciously considered excess relaxation measure during the midst of a open translation protocol, and now that we've got that together, we've got the Apex of our game together when it comes to defense against threats I no longer even need to know if that makes you feel any safer, I don't even know myself if it does, but I feel it in my bones that the answer is something that is for our benefit, guaranteed. Unless that slutty one looked over there by the one with the dirtiest toilet seat too long. And, who wouldn't?
