Kingdom of Nye With Heather Wade

[AZZERAE]

Main Line

[Jackstar]

GF has been on hold for 48 minutes and counting. GF just said, "I don't think she's going to answer."

GF looks sad.

Meanwhile, Wade has taken perhaps three calls in the past hour and has gone on and on and on about her thoughts and fears and more fears and some other things she's scared of rather than taking calls. Is this what open lines has become? "Hi, I'm scared to answer the phone. I'm scared to talk about what I really feel. Let me tell you about the narrative of the fear porn.

GF just chuckled a bit because I'm funny. I'm using voice recognition, which is a skill that I picked up in 'Nam while driving. OH NO WATCH OUT FOR THAT TRE---

#carcrash #dui #YouBoughtTheHype #FellAsleepWhileWaitingForAnswer #I've been driving for 32 years which is almost as long as you've been driving the phone #STFU and answer the damn phone

Fifty-two minutes and fifty-five seconds. so she's joining on and on. I just heard her ask a question: she was asking how we do something? Well, maybe somebody on hold could answer. It's not even like I think she should talk to her. I wanted to hear calls.

If I wanted to hear Wade droning on and on I can listen to the Dark Matter GabCasts from 2013.

GF is bored now. She is surprised; like many, she assumed that open lines mean open lines, and not endless monologue of unanswered rhetorical questions. I'm going to have a lot of explaining to do. I'm going to start by explaining with my penis.

Company policy.

[AZZERAE]

[...] GF ... GF ... GF ... GF ...

BF.

[SpaceMeowMaid]

Too much fear porn. We are going to be fine. It's a big deal but we have been privileged and living in the land of milk and honey for decades. It's political, but really everything is. The problem is they are trying to distract everyone from actually seeing what they are doing. The political parties are actually two wings of the same bird. Be careful. That is why I love TRUMP because he wasn't a politician, he didn't have to run. He did it for America. He donates his paychecks. And the MEDIA HATES HIM. I don't wonder at all. But I am a gardener, know how to raise chickens and gather mushrooms and shellfish.
My home remedy tip I waited online over an hour to tell you was BUY PINEAPPLE JUICE as a home remedy for cough. It's better than cough syrup. Don't be afraid. We are going to be great. This is just a phase in our long long history of existence.

[AZZERAE]

It's better than cough syrup. This is just a phase in our long long history of existence. The problem is they are trying to distract everyone from actually seeing what they are doing. He did it for America. The political parties are actually two wings of the same bird. It's political, but really everything is. My home remedy tip I waited online over an hour to tell you was BUY PINEAPPLE JUICE as a home remedy for cough. I don't wonder at all. Be careful. That is why I love TRUMP because he wasn't a politician, he didn't have to run.  He donates his paychecks. Too much fear porn. And the MEDIA HATES HIM. It's a big deal but we have been privileged and living in the land of milk and honey for decades. We are going to be fine. But I am a gardener, know how to raise chickens and gather mushrooms and shellfish.  Don't be afraid. We are going to be great.

Its all a trap where circles come everyday. Apples get ripped from trees slowly and painfully from branches, and branches are fucking bones. When I grow up I wanna be a slut cunt. Pothead, I wanna have my eyes gouged out, a nigger, a pretty white boy, a shit eating gay lord. Hair grows. Cocksucking chicken wing. A rats snapped neck. A book worm, a wood louse. I can't stop itching. I remember now, I feel like there's spiders legs everywhere all over me. Little balls are rolling around, they're spiders with no legs. And I took their legs and now there legs are all over me and the little balls are rolling and screaming and vomiting. Like a whore who's had a first customer, I wanna rip out Jean's veins and hang her with them and put her fucking Polo mints in her fucking eye holes.

[SpaceMeowMaid]

Its all a trap where circles come everyday. Apples get ripped from trees slowly and painfully from branches, and branches are fucking bones. When I grow up I wanna be a slut cunt. Pothead, I wanna have my eyes gouged out, a nigger, a pretty white boy, a shit eating gay lord. Hair grows. Cocksucking chicken wing. A rats snapped neck. A book worm, a wood louse. I can't stop itching. I remember now, I feel like there's spiders legs everywhere all over me. Little balls are rolling around, they're spiders with no legs. And I took their legs and now there legs are all over me and the little balls are rolling and screaming and vomiting. Like a whore who's had a first customer, I wanna rip out Jean's veins and hang her with them and put her fucking Polo mints in her fucking eye holes.

Too much of something or not enough... I'm not sure but the EmO trip kinda makes me too bored to care yo

[Jackstar]

Its all a trap [...] holes.

I'm going to assume any kind of robot could type this crap. Is this what has to happen now, to ensure the narrative is maintained? Honestly--flattered!

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[Jackstar]

the EmO trip kinda makes me too bored to care yo

It's almost exactly like one of your kids wrote it. You know, the emo one. No the other one.

[AZZERAE]

Too much of something or not enough... I'm not sure but the EmO trip kinda makes me too bored to care yo

My medication regimen is just fine, thanks.

How far can you take Hatrabbit's creamy shaft in your oralfice?

Once you hit TONSIL/THROAT, do get back to me.

[Jackstar]

July 13th, 2020 - UNscreened Open Lines - Have You Noticed Any Shortages?

Basically a real shortage of balls. I'm not sure how all these mongoloid retards showed up all at once, but I'm assuming it's an entire platoon of bots run by one or two idiot people. So less flattering than before, but also quite stimulating to my ego.

SO BASICALLY, 11TH GRADE. YAWN.

[AZZERAE]

11TH GRADE.

Whether you were spit on or hit on, by jocks in Jr. High, it's all the same to us.

[Jackstar]

My medication regimen is just fine, thanks.

Is there any way you can arrange to take something that makes you more interesting? Like, a thorazine drip would be a step up.

I remember now why I didn't bother to go to your site at all for months once I noticed it at all. Number one, you're fucking boring. Number two, you're just another fucking tool of Gab-dom.

Oh, and, once again, thanks for lying to me on BellGab. Now that I've established dominance, you may continue. Perhaps a few more lies will be helpful to you. Please continue.

oh, wait, you got to stop because your penis isn't big enough for this attitude you're frontin'. Company policy.

[Jackstar]

Too much fear porn.

There's only one way to deal with this issue: counter-programming. Here, I'm going to explain something to you.

As of the rest of you: this is embarrassing. Just how stupid are all of you? Not only not effective, also not impressive. The setup only works if any potential new visitor to the site doesn't immediately identify it as a claptrap honeypot psyop.

GET IT TOGETHER, BALLGAG LOSERS. SINISTAR HUNGERS.

[AZZERAE]

... [tl;dr]

To stay in that rotten shell you have finally outgrown, you will surely die.

I may not be a Doctor, but you can trust me on this: you don't want to make an enema out of me.

I have never seen a greater monster or miracle in the world than myself.

I will either be the nicest person you know or your worst enemy.

Behind these eyes there is no soul. Behind this heart there is no warmth.

Everybody’s wearing a disguise to hide what they’ve got left behind their eyes but me, I can’t cover what I am.

You called to me and I answered you and told you great and unsearchable things you did not know.

I am all that you reject. I am all that you hate. This is what you should fear.

Welcome to fear, prejudice and superstition.

In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real.

It is the stillest words that bring on the storm. Thoughts that come on doves' feet guide the world.

You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.

Go ahead and build a better messiah, we can dig another grave.

If you’re reading this there is nothing I can do.

Something has grown in my chest.

My opinion is a sharpened stick, poking democracy to make sure that it's not dead.

By your own admission, you are just an innocuous entertainer, not the destructive force and the terrible reality they'd suspected all along.

And he who hides, wreaks havoc on himself and everyone around him.

You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.

[timebandit]

Come On!
Time for a Drive on the..

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCX8VJIYgM8

#HeatherHighway

[timebandit]

#WitchingHour

[timebandit]

so.. to continue,
I lived up the mountains back then, over 7000 feet.
I rented a small cabin amongst several.
We kept the area clean for being all dirt and trees.
I open my door one morning and go "what the hello!"
someone had dumped refuse other side of the large dirt lot.
I mosey over and look, it's just trash and a busted open box of books.
I wonder what moran did that.. when I have books to get rid of I stuff them in the bin at the library.
I poke around the books, they're covered in dirt..maybe they'd been in the back of a pickup for a few days, who knows.
I kneel down and I'm going through them one by one.
I heft a fat one, hardcover, faded and the fiber starting to unravel.
it's a copy of Cosmic Consciousness 50s edition. I wonder how it found it's way up the mountain to a town population 6500.
I swear I thought someone was playing a joke on me but I had told no one I was looking for that book, it was my brain trying to rationalize finding the book practically in my lap. The book now is the centerpiece of my collection..it's not valuable, not in good condition but if it could only talk.
testified to this date, the year of our heather 2020

[Spookcat]

so.. to continue,
I lived up the mountains back then, over 7000 feet.
I rented a small cabin amongst several.
We kept the area clean for being all dirt and trees.
I open my door one morning and go "what the hello!"
someone had dumped refuse other side of the large dirt lot.
I mosey over and look, it's just trash and a busted open box of books.
I wonder what moran did that.. when I have books to get rid of I stuff them in the bin at the library.
I poke around the books, they're covered in dirt..maybe they'd been in the back of a pickup for a few days, who knows.
I kneel down and I'm going through them one by one.
I heft a fat one, hardcover, faded and the fiber starting to unravel.
it's a copy of Cosmic Consciousness 50s edition. I wonder how it found it's way up the mountain to a town population 6500.
I swear I thought someone was playing a joke on me but I had told no one I was looking for that book, it was my brain trying to rationalize finding the book practically in my lap. The book now is the centerpiece of my collection..it's not valuable, not in good condition but if it could only talk.
testified to this date, the year of our heather 2020

[Silphion]

"To stay in that rotten shell ... it does not exist."

Superb prose in part but Friedrich Nietzsche, Libba Bray, Jean Cocteau, Marilyn Manson et al perhaps deserve some credit, n'est-ce pas?

[Jackstar]

n'est-ce pas?

You're supposed to italicize that. Start looking for your second for seppuku immediately. You're scheduled for just before dawn--you never deserve to see the sun again. Bring your twink.

Meanwhile, I think that other thing went quite well. Blood pressure fine, respiration fine, no inner nor outer fury to repress, body temperature normal, libido: nominal. I declare Phase 2 of Sea Trials complete. Also: no surprise to me. That part matters to Carl, Christ only knows why. Nevertheless, I live to serve. END OF REPORT.


So: what's going on over here then? Mass drivers are online, Sparky.

Company policy.

[Jackstar]

it's a copy of Cosmic Consciousness 50s edition

No one has ever told me about it before, thusly, I do not appreciate any significance here. Perhaps my sister was going to have known about it.

[Nyewalker]

Question - Was the hole right next to the Drive-In ...

[Morgus]

Heather apparently doesn't know that for years the drive-in theaters now use an FM transmitter so cars can hear better audio thru their car radios instead of the metal speakers.

[Silphion]

"You're supposed to italicize that."

𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑖, 𝑣𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑟é𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑢𝑥 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑢𝑠.

[Jackstar]

You're much more civilized in this dimension. Keep it up, thanks for being you.

I'd like my (REDACTED) (CENSORED) back now, please. Thanks in advance.

[SpaceMeowMaid]

so.. to continue,
I lived up the mountains back then, over 7000 feet.
I rented a small cabin amongst several.
We kept the area clean for being all dirt and trees.
I open my door one morning and go "what the hello!"
someone had dumped refuse other side of the large dirt lot.
I mosey over and look, it's just trash and a busted open box of books.
I wonder what moran did that.. when I have books to get rid of I stuff them in the bin at the library.
I poke around the books, they're covered in dirt..maybe they'd been in the back of a pickup for a few days, who knows.
I kneel down and I'm going through them one by one.
I heft a fat one, hardcover, faded and the fiber starting to unravel.
it's a copy of Cosmic Consciousness 50s edition. I wonder how it found it's way up the mountain to a town population 6500.
I swear I thought someone was playing a joke on me but I had told no one I was looking for that book, it was my brain trying to rationalize finding the book practically in my lap. The book now is the centerpiece of my collection..it's not valuable, not in good condition but if it could only talk.
testified to this date, the year of our heather 2020

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so.. to continue,
I lived up the mountains back then, over 7000 feet.
I rented a small cabin amongst several.
We kept the area clean for being all dirt and trees.
I open my door one morning and go "what the hello!"
someone had dumped refuse other side of the large dirt lot.
I mosey over and look, it's just trash and a busted open box of books.
I wonder what moran did that.. when I have books to get rid of I stuff them in the bin at the library.
I poke around the books, they're covered in dirt..maybe they'd been in the back of a pickup for a few days, who knows.
I kneel down and I'm going through them one by one.
I heft a fat one, hardcover, faded and the fiber starting to unravel.
it's a copy of Cosmic Consciousness 50s edition. I wonder how it found it's way up the mountain to a town population 6500.
I swear I thought someone was playing a joke on me but I had told no one I was looking for that book, it was my brain trying to rationalize finding the book practically in my lap. The book now is the centerpiece of my collection..it's not valuable, not in good condition but if it could only talk.
testified to this date, the year of our heather 2020

Pure manifestation. Impressive.

[Jackstar]

Pure manifestation. Impressive.

Impressive? Try duplicating it.

[Jackstar]

Bring your twink.

I'm not going to lie--I think the twink is a strict upgrade. It's an older model, but it's checking out so far. Did you hear the portal? Is that what angels sound like?

Asking for a friend's twink who missed the bus. It's such a sad story.

[DynamoHum]

Just turned on the show ... she’s talking about her 2017 sighting as if it was the only one she ever had.

Didn’t she call in breathlessly during the Sirius run with some vague sighting?

[Jackstar]

Didn’t she call in breathlessly during the Sirius run with some vague sighting?

I'll be honest. This might be a slightly different Heather. They might have slightly different stories, and still be legitimately telling the truth. I'm just saying. I can neither confirm nor deny that a lich kidnapped Heather Wade and threw her into a portal.

Just think about it: how should I know? Most of the time, I can barely remember where I put my cough syrup.