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albrecht

Quote from: K_Dubb on August 28, 2022, 12:47:49 PMI don't think there necessarily needs to be anything religious about it, it's why gays have always been in arts because we're good at it.  High priests of culture.  You don't really want to watch shows made and acted by Beardo McBellyface, otherwise you get Pilgrim's Progress and everything is a dreary pious slog.

Who said it was all about wine and roses and a cheery atmosphere? Be not of this world. That is the deception. Don't immanentize the eschaton. Though, admittedly, I do like speculation and appreciate on a 'interesting' level fringe groups who attempt and how/why they can do. But also note the deceptive worms and snakes in our midst.

K_Dubb

Quote from: albrecht on August 28, 2022, 01:09:30 PMWho said it was all about wine and roses and a cheery atmosphere? Be not of this world. That is the deception. Don't immanentize the eschaton. Though, admittedly, I do like speculation and appreciate on a 'interesting' level fringe groups who attempt and how/why they can do. But also note the deceptive worms and snakes in our midst.

Well now you are veering into church which is a whole different discussion.  What did Jesus say, "My Kingdom is not of this world, otherwise My servants would fight"?

albrecht

Quote from: K_Dubb on August 28, 2022, 01:55:22 PMWell now you are veering into church which is a whole different discussion.  What did Jesus say, "My Kingdom is not of this world, otherwise My servants would fight"?
He will come with a sword. Far be it from me to cast aspersions on who will be chaff. Indeed, in the interests of cultural appreciation the Ohio Players are underrated and though I mainly like 'classical' and metal (and C&W) one must appreciate them. The drums to drop to smooth. Amazing. From the git-go. Just go and then BOOM to sublime.

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

K_Dubb

Quote from: albrecht on August 28, 2022, 02:17:52 PMHe will come with a sword. Far be it from me to cast aspersions on who will be chaff. Indeed, in the interests of cultural appreciation the Ohio Players are underrated and though I mainly like 'classical' and metal (and C&W) one must appreciate them. The drums to drop to smooth. Amazing. From the git-go. Just go and then BOOM to sublime.

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


Right, and if you take up the sword before then you are the one trying to immanentize the eschaton it seems to me, Peter, put up thy sword etc.

I think it is the funniest thing how, after generations railing against the merger of political and religious power in Rome as the very thing that corrupted the faith, Protestants always jump at the chance to set up shop along the same lines.  Render unto Caesar, what business is it of mine to judge who is outside the church, Satan tempting Christ with temporal power and His rejection of same, there are your serpents and antichists whose paths are littered with hellish utopias and hypocrisy and scandal.  We never learn.

albrecht

Quote from: K_Dubb on August 28, 2022, 02:30:01 PMRight, and if you take up the sword before then you are the one trying to immanentize the eschaton it seems to me, Peter, put up thy sword etc.

I think it is the funniest thing how, after generations railing against the merger of political and religious power in Rome as the very thing that corrupted the faith, Protestants always jump at the chance to set up shop along the same lines.  Render unto Caesar, what business is it of mine to judge who is outside the church, Satan tempting Christ with temporal power and His rejection of same, there are your serpents and antichists whose paths are littered with hellish utopias and hypocrisy and scandal.  We never learn.
Oddly the so-called Dark Ages had lots of good thought and speculation. But I think, the idea of learning is the key to an impossible puzzle. The mystery. It is not for us to understand it all but, the frustration and Grace, wants us to seek it. Even though it is obvious but our nature clouds it. By design of our own making even, or so it might seem.

K_Dubb

Quote from: albrecht on August 28, 2022, 02:44:00 PMOddly the so-called Dark Ages had lots of good thought and speculation. But I think, the idea of learning is the key to an impossible puzzle. The mystery. It is not for us to understand it all but, the frustration and Grace, wants us to seek it. Even though it is obvious but our nature clouds it. By design of our own making even, or so it might seem.

Love is the answer 🤷 Where there are prophecies, they will fail.  Where there are tongues, they will cease.  Where there is knowledge, it will vanish.  But love never fails.  To paraphrase Paul in I Corinthians, I don't know why people think he is a meanie, he has the squishiest lines, I love him so

K_Dubb

Right out of Central Casting, eh?




I can see why people thought it was staged, he is just too perfect.  And of course everyone milking it for all it is worth, Turdeau in front of a bank of Pride flags hahaha honestly he should have ran it past Freeland first she probably would have paid him in crypto  8)


aldousburbank

Quote from: K_Dubb on August 28, 2022, 11:27:02 PMLove is the answer 🤷 Where there are prophecies, they will fail.  Where there are tongues, they will cease.  Where there is knowledge, it will vanish.  But love never fails.  To paraphrase Paul in I Corinthians, I don't know why people think he is a meanie, he has the squishiest lines, I love him so

I don't see how some of you can not like this guy. I mean K_Dubb. Not the other one.

Jackstar

Quote from: Roswells, Art on August 26, 2022, 04:56:30 PMI'm going to try them all.

I'm going to wolf down a whole can with a dirty fork while leaning over the kitchen sink that has only been cleaned once in the last nine months--actual timeline figures--while thinking about someone who told me once how "disgusting" it was that I would dare to order a sardine sandwich... RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER, omg, add your own emphasis, do as you like, it would never match the histrionics of the reality, "you asshole, you don't even like sardines, you just ordered that to revolt me," and at that moment, right then, those very words, the gloves were fucking cinders and the Gom Jabbar was instantly equipped. 4 EVER.

1) I actually love fish. Like, they're cute. Dad was a Pisces. He caught fish. Sadly he never caught on to the fact that alcohol is for losers and cannabis was for winners, but whatever. This is about seafood.
2) It's also about trauma-based mind control programming. Just as I don't care what fish or other fauna you have eaten before now, you clearly here positing that you know better than I... wait, what? Is this some kind of a... gag? It's puzzling to me why you might purpose your intellect towards the fish that have, instead of swum, been carried towards my... oh, right. I forgot that you think you are actually clever. I suppose it matters not at all what books I have read, what order I have read them in, or, really just about any single fact at all that I might have to propose, I know it, you know it, we all know it... IT JUST DOES NOT MATTER.
2.5) You are so far beyond mistaken, you might as well be Ms. Tekken.
3) Now, let me explain how trauma-based mind control programming works with HYOO-mons, at least, in my experience... that being the only experience I can authentically draw from, right? Because I don't have minions and helpers and support systems and even actual_friends that I can imagine anything other than ever getting anything other than horsebile and batshit crazy whore guano out of. (Sure, -mostly- it's not like that. It's still consistent, in my experience, that I am the produce from the farm, within the farm, at the farm within the farm that has the farm that can afford to indulge in the raising of certain rare strains of the wild arts.

I am the rarest of all the rarest of breeds: I'm a male who can--and did--handle his own shit. Like, over a dozen years ago. (I know that this is literally impossible for some of you to imagine. Tough break, Kids.) Now, I can hear it already: "SO DO THAT, FUCKFACE LOSER!" It's like a daily refrain, the backbeat drum solo of a subtextual, constant refrain. "YOU ARE NOT DOING IT THE WAY I BELIEVE YOU SHOULD BE DOING THINGS, YOU FOUL (BLANK)." (Pick your favorite epithet, and it won't ever be mine.)

This is why I am unaffected by weeks/months-long campaigns of targeted harassment, dirty pool, et cetera... at least largely so. (I do admit to feeling compassion and mild regret for what some of you may one day feel remorse at having lost even your own special glimpse thereof, but I'm probably just projecting all that.) Conversely, some of you, at the merest mention of some painful past wound: BEYOND TRIGGERED: TRIGGERSPASM. It's an awesome site to behold. I am often betwixt "held in awe" and "recoiling in sheer horror"... like seriously, some of all y'all just have no.fucking.clue.

Now, if it's okay with everyone, I'll simply continue to refrain from exploiting that, while continued exploitative attempts to harness my essence, my will, and my energies and attentions thereof will do as they have been quite delightfully for me, for quite some time... splash off the shields, roll off my back, and be left behind to puddle in the shadowed depression of where I once had been.

4) Now back to fish. I like food. I don't like a lot that comes with it--specifically, the poop, what an inglorious waste of time that is, exploiting LBJ's legacy notwithstanding (I don't have time to explain, but yeah, it makes a difference when being surveilled 24/7, a condition I have found myself in an abnormally larger  than most people would ever dream at all likely to happen to someone so insignificant as myself. (Yep, I'm absolutely nothing at all of any special significance in myself whatsoever, that's why it is so vitally important that I improve the land that I:

a) didn't really want;
b) didn't really ask for;
c) didn't really get to choose
d) didn't really tell a single lie for the 90 minutes or so I was breaking down the hammer to fall yet to kingdom come for those in the slowpoke lane, and so I am just shocked, fuckin' shocked, I tell you, that some how that billy-bad-ass body-camera footage I, myself, alone, all by myself after getting so jammed up even I don't remember exactly what happened (lies, what an absolute genius move that Vampyr Lord made when he left me those morsels to toy with... right before I accidentally killed his dim bulb Nosferatu ass, because, like, what was he gonna do? Tell me the truth? Hello, Nosferatu? He might not even have been capable of knowing what truth meant anymore. God, it was vile. VILE. A gal's spirit driving a fat bald pudgy good ol' boy's body around, grinning like a fuckin' madman. I mean, yeah, don't get me wrong: HAPPY. Yeah, me too. When did you want your dick sucked then? Let me guess, immediately, and let me also guess, no one told you what would happen, right? Yeah, me neither.


It's a shake 'n' bake kind of energy today. Will be likely to be better than expected in the future yet.

K_Dubb

Quote from: aldousburbank on August 28, 2022, 11:53:03 PMI don't see how some of you can not like this guy. I mean K_Dubb. Not the other one.

Haha MDMD and I are secretly great friends, in fact I think that's how the monkepox got started  :(


Dr. MD MD

Quote from: K_Dubb on August 29, 2022, 11:27:08 AMHaha MDMD and I are secretly great friends, in fact I think that's how the monkepox got started  :(



I don't associate with cross species commies and I believe he was talking about al.

K_Dubb

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on August 29, 2022, 11:43:15 AMI don't associate with cross species commies and I believe he was talking about al.




albrecht

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on August 29, 2022, 11:43:15 AMI don't associate with cross species commies and I believe he was talking about al.

All lies, from that spite-filled poster. Having said that the commies, I think also some French via a colony, tried to make hybrids. Might be the source of this pox. Or just the unusual antics of certain communities. Don't mess around with animals, sexually. There is a mistaken understanding in certain communities of 'animal husbandry.'

Dr. MD MD

Quote from: albrecht on August 29, 2022, 02:31:44 PMAll lies, from that spite-filled poster. Having said that the commies, I think also some French via a colony, tried to make hybrids. Might be the source of this pox. Or just the unusual antics of certain communities. Don't mess around with animals, sexually. There is a mistaken understanding in certain communities of 'animal husbandry.'

K_Dubb really is spite-filled...and probably semen-filled too.


Jackstar

Quote from: albrecht on August 28, 2022, 10:21:24 AMThere always was hush money by the canned fish magnates

It's possible that I have somehow "taken" a particularly sensitve area, now known as "The High Ground." *crickets* Yeah, no one seems to think it's very clever, but sometimes the best jokes are the simplest, like, how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie roll pop (NINE, 6 ON METH THO), how many women did that blanktoothed motherfucker and his identical twin othersideofmouthtoothmissing too motherfucker rape and then expect to blame on Jackstar (POSIT: 3+, SO UNLESS YOU COUNT... Christ, let's not, okay? Get this: I heard maybe one of my exes, but I figured she was drunk and then didn't even pay attention to rumours he had herpes, so, surprise herpes? Oh did he have to hold her down? She was trying to make me jealous, well, I was more jealous that he had a friend who was cute and then suddenly she's all, "omg! I had sex with Clayton! It was a mistake! *i kinda liked you*... okay well I thought you both had herpes, so you're telling me "First time!" so that in case the other victim/doll files a report, I can be asked, "did you know of anyone else having sex with this man, Cliff?" I'm Cliff, imaginary flatfoot, fuck off. *new stack of evidence photos appears as if by magick* "Cliff, what about this man, Cluff?" "Well, he seemed to have had sex with A. Lei**-A, and a Lee.A told me that they had had sex with each other, but she looked embarassed because she could tell I knew it was a clear sign of were loyalties, I mean why else would it happen in my mother's basement? If she wanted to have sex with me she would have weeks ago and if she had herpes then it makes sense that she would have behaved the way she did (I am familiar with the ol' "lay back supine with arms crossed behind head and stare unblinkingly at target to test telepathic acquity, "Take me now, ravish me, but I'll just lay here and smile as I give you herpes, and I bet you don't see me in here! HAHA! REVENGE!", not really, because I did not wish to say out loud, "Oh hi A. Leigh-Anne, Leah, and another (Blank) Leigh, my, what remarkable ability to pretend to find me attractive you all have on a wildly implausible schedule of timing over the span of 10 fucking years in most the same location, and here comes Alli "Allie, a Show of Herpes totes Randos coincidence," and for our grand finale, all four women know the site BELLGAB.com (and also Abos with herpes), and on two seperate epochs of time, two of the above named women, remember? Lei**-Anne, Lee-uh, uh, 'A'-Leigh, and All is one lee and LiBARRY!-ACE! productions wholly-owned subsidiary property, YES, YES, YES, I CONFESS. I DID IT.


I GOT TWO GODDAM HERPES + OTHER BASIC STDS PANELS IN 2016. Both came back negative. worst goddam six months of my life. Technically I guess I got 3 panels? First I had a mother die. I was alone, with a shitload of money, and a lot of accrued vacation time. It does not take long before a woman with a state DSHS job (so, you know, wholesome, right?) and a position in a local witches Coven (so, you know, Jackstar is kinda your basic kung fu badass -already,- right? because I find this out and I'm like, "yeah, undercover government witches and she said she didn't have anything and she seems like she likes me, and I do believe I am immune to herps, given that... well, I've never gotten it, and why am I thinking about herpes while reading this chicks tits and her salivating gaze? oh, right, she's a witch, her "you will get herpes, but you cannot resist my wild, slatternly desire!! ABARACAZAM!!!" is bascially tattooed on her forehead, so, I haven't been laid in about... 2. 3 years? (Understand that not even fucking remembering how goddam long ago it was since I even got A HUG is a pretty good sign that it might be time to leave the house once in awhile is simply not how Jackstar does things, people, I mean, someone wants to fuck me, they know my number, right? they know me, my name is hard to spell wrong, right? this means nothing. (this was before the nose surgery, and also now am a practicing Sourceror, and I had my flabby bell carved off so I am easily 5000% more effective at seduction than I ever had been before, so... rounding down decimals, my phone rings exactly the same as much as ever, given that, OF COURSE I DIDN'T TOUCH ANY OF THEM, BUT THE ENTIRE WORLD HAS BEEN LINKED WITH THE DATABASE ENTRY: "KUCZI, MICHAEL, LINKED TO MULTIPLE HERPES OUTBREAKS AND RAPES AND IS SUSPECTED OF MULTIPLE RAPES AND RAPE ATTEMPTS AND IS CERTAINLY TIED TO A CLANDESTINE ATTEMPT TO IMPLICATE HIM AS AN ACTUAL RAPIST THROUGH FRAMING, BUT HE WAS TOO SQUIRRELLY AND BRAIN-LOCKED THE HONEYPOT ASSET THEN, SO... LOOK, JUST STAY AWAY FOREVER UNLESS YOU WANT HIM TO BREAK YOUR HEART, BECAUSE WE WILL JUST REWIRE ALL PHONE NUMBERS AND HE WILL GHOST YOU HARD WHEN WE DECIDE TO MAKE THAT HAPPEN, WE HAVE BEEN BREAKING HIS RELATIONSHIPS OFF FOR HIM BY MAKING HIS PHONE NUMBER GO TO AN EMPTY DEAD END LINE AND BY MAKING HER PHONE DIAL WICKDCKY'S NUMBER INSTEAD AND THEN THAT NUMBER IS PATCHED TO SWISHYPANTS, BECAUSE WHO BETTER TO LEAVE A "DEAD TO ME FOREVER" IMPRESSION ON AN INNOCENT YOUNG MAIDEN THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKELY TO SWOON OVER A SIX FOOT TALL + (THIS SHIT MATTERS, DAVID, SUFFER) AS LONG AS HE COULD HOLD HIS WATER FOR AT LEAST FIVE MINUTES, BUT WHAT WITH THE WHOLE BROKEN HEARTED, UGLY FAT FUCK (VIRGO RISING, RELENTLESSLY OVERJUDGEMENTAL WITH POOR BODY IMAGE, AND A BELLY SHADOW AND A PECULIAIRITY OF ANATOMY HAVING BEEN OVERDEVELOPED IN HIS CASE... I MEAN, IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL AT ALL UNLESS A PERSON LIKES TO WEAR CLOTHES THAT FIT, HAVE AN ARRAY OF STYLES TO CHOOSE FROM OTHER THAN "BOUGHT BY MOM, DRESSED BY BAD POSTURE", HAVE INTENSE, LENGTHY ACROBATIC MIND/ATHLETIC MATTER SESSIONS OF COITAL SEX BOOKMARKED BY EYE CONTACT, MARATHON LENGTH PISTON ACTION WITH KUNG-FU GRIP, AND ALWAYS WITHOUT FAIL, BELLYFLOP SLAPPING SOUNDS THAT COULD NOT BE AVOIDED AND ALSO FREQUENT MANUAL (NOTE: SELF ONLY MANUAL, AS THE SPOKEN WORD EXPRESSION "DARLING/SWEETY\SWEETIE|OH GOD FUCK ME HONEY.. BUT, FIRST! WOULD YOU MIND REACHING DOWN PAST MY ONLY SOMEWHAT PENDULOUS MANBOOBS AND PULL MY FLAB UP FROM BETWEEN YOUR MONS PUBIS AND MY ENTIRE WAIST AREA, AND THEN... UH... OH, YEAH. HEH. HEHE. UHM, YEAH, YOU COULD CALL THAT A 'SPARE. TIRED." YEAH... THAT'S FUNNY ALREADY. I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT... UHM, COULD YOU PULL IT UP A BIT MORE? YEAH IT'S JUST GONNA KEEP FALLING BACK DOWN BECAUSE I'M DRUMING THIS RHYTHM ON YOUR BEAT BOX LIKE I'M LARS GETTING MO MONEY BACK FROM NAPSTER, HEY! OWW! IT'S OKAY, I AM SURE YOU DIDN'T MEAN TO DO... OH YOU'RE WEARING A RING? HUH I DIDN'T REALLY NOITCE THAT WHILE I WAS HYPNOTYZED BY THE BEAUTY OF YOUR EYES, WINCE, OUCH YEAH IT IS JUST BLEEDING A LITTLE, DON'T WORRY, CAN WE KEEP GOING? YOU'RE TIRED? OH. LIKE FROM JUST LAYING THERE AND BEING APPRECIATED WITH TWO EYEBALLS, MY SHAFT, AND THE GENTLY LAPPING WAVES OF A FAIRLY BROADBAND WAVE OF UTTERLY UNTONED FLESH, OH WELL I GUESS IT MAKE SENSE, I'M A LITTLE TIRED TOO, I'VE BEEN IN PRE-ORGIASTIC BLISS FOR ABOUT 90 MINUTES NOW IT'S... HEY, WHAT TIME IS IT? OH, TOO DARK TO SEE? NO PROBLEM SWEETIE THIS IS KINDA COOL--*POUNDFLOPPING RHYTHYM BECOMES IN ALIGNMENT WITH SCOTTISH MARCHING BAND STANDARD--THE CLAPPER THAT CONTROLS THE ADULTER'S LAMP NEAR THE ADULT'ERS TABLE WITH BOOKS RIGHT NEXT TO THE ADULTER'ERS WATERBED FRAME (NEW WATERBED MATRESS THO, OLD ONE SEEMED FINE? BAD LUCK MAYBE THO, ANYWAY, THE RHYTHM OF THE HUMPING CONTINUES*--I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES YOU CAME, DID YOU GET ANOTHER YET? I'M ABOUT MABYE 3 MINUTES AWAY UNLESS YOU KEEP REMINDING ME ABOUT WHY NOT TO BE AN ADULTERER, THOUGH, I DON'T KNOW, REALLY I DON'T NEED TO, AFTER 90 MINUTES OF WITHHOLDING MY ESSENCE--NOT A COURTESY, BUT AS A GREAT HONOR, ANYWAY, SOMETIMES I CAN FEEL THEM IN TIGHTENING BUT WHAT I LIKE IS SEEING THE PUPILS WIDEN AND WATCH YOUR BREATH CHANGE... OKAY, I SHOULD BE ABLE TO UNCLENCH THE LAST MUSCLE IN A MOMENT, IMAGINE CLENCHING YOUR FIST FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF WHILE HAVING A MOSTLY CONSTANT STATE OF JOY AND BLISS... I HAVE LOTS OF ORGASMS BUT IT'S DIFFERENT FOR ME I CAN ORGASM WITHOUT EJACULATING IF I SET MY MIND TO IT PROBABLY BECAUSE I USED TO SPEND 8-10 HOURS A DAY WITH NOTHING TO DO BUT WANK MYSELF TO SLEEP OR RISE OR IN BETWEEN BOOKS ABOUT GLADIATORS IN SPACE OR SOME MOVIE, SO... LOOK, I'M NOT EXACTLY OVERLY PROUD BUT IT GENERALLY TAKES AS LONG AS YOU WANT IT TO TAKE SO IF YOU TELL ME AHEAD OF TIME, I CAN BASICALLY... OH, I DON'T KNOW THE FASTEST, THE BUILD UP FEELS BETTER THAN FEELING SHARP, AGONIZING PAIN AT POINT OF EJACULATION, YEAH, THEY FUCKED UP THE MUTILATION RITUAL, IT DIDN'T NEED TO BE THAT SHORT, BUT MAYBE BECAUSE I EXERCISED THE SHIT OUT OF EXACTLY AND I MEAN ONLY 4 MUSCLE GROUPS IN MY BODY... WELL, LONG STORY SHORT: IT ALWAYS HURTS A LITTLE. AND THEN AFTER WARDS. LIKE HALF A SECOND? AND THEN MAYBE AS LONG AS 7 SECONDS? AGONY. YEAH, EVERY TIME EJACULATE, I FEEL EXTREME EXISTENTIAL AGONY. LIKE NEEDLES. THOUSANDS OF NEEDLES ALL OVER THE WHOLE GLANS. WELL, I SUPPOSE IT DOES... OH, I DON'T KNOW. NO ONE HAS EVER WANTED TO DO THAT. I GUESS I AM CURIOUS TO KNOW BUT SOMEONE WOULD HAVE TO EXPRESS INTEREST AND THE THOUGHT NEVER CROSSES MY MIND BECAUSE WHEN I THINK OF MY "SPARED.TIRED" HAH. HHAA, YEHA, THAT'S A GOOD ONE. THANKS. A LOT. WHAT? YEAH, FOR THE SEX, UHM YEAAH, I WAS THINKING OF SOMETHING ELSE, THOUGH, OH YEAH, WHEN I THINK OF MY BELLY FLAB MY INTEREST IN ANYTHING NOT INDUCING UNCONSCIOUSNESS REALLY FALLS BY THE WAYSIDE. UGH. OKAY SORRY I WAS DISTRACTED BY OUR CONVERSATION SO I DIDNT REMEMBER TO TELL YOU THAT MY ESSENCE WAS GONNA FLOW INTO YOUR VAGINA. JOIN ME IN A QUICK "ZERO POPULATION GROWTH, SPERMS, I FORBID YOU TO IMPLANT IN ANY OVA, NEVERMORE, CAW! CAW! AMEN I GUESS. WHEW. NO, NEVER GOTTTEN ANYONE PREGNANT I DON'T THINK. I WAS NEVER TOLD. HEH. I DOUBT IT. NO ONE EVER SAID THEY WANTED TO HAVE CHILDREN WITH ME AND I CAN'T AFFORD ANYTHING AND I CAN'T FIND WORK, SURE, I TRIED. YOU EXPECT ME TO KEEP TRYING? I DON'T WANT A BABY, SO MORE MONEY... LOOK, MY NEEDS ARE SMALL, RIGHT? OH, HAHA, YEAH i GUESS IF I DID HAVE MORE MONEY I MIGHT KNOW WHAT A BLOW JOB ACTUALLY FELT LIKE. SEEMS LIKE IT WOULD BE A JOB. I THINK IT WOULD TAKE A LONG TIME EXCEPT IF IT DID THAT WOULD SPEND THE TIME LOOKING AT MY BELLY FLAB EVEN LONGER THAN EVER! SO, LET'S MOVE ON. THANK YOU FOR OFFERING TO SELL ME YOUR MOUTH TO FUCK, I GUESS? BUT I MEAN IF YOU WANT TO DO IT, IT PROBABLY WOULD HAVE COME UP SOONER THAN THREE OR FOUR MONTHS AFTER WE STARTED MAKING OUT, LOOK, I WOULD HAVE BEEN THRILLED TO HAVE HAD YOU BEG ME TO SUCK MY COCK THE FIRST DAY WE MET, SURE, BUT MY BALLS WERE PROBABLY REALLY SWEATY OR SOMETHING AND AFTER A LONG FUCKING TIME OF WANKING MYSELF TO KEEP FROM FEELING SUICIDALLY DEPRESSED, TYPICALLY IT TAKES AS LONG AS I WANT, AND THEN AFTER 40-50 SECONDS OF LINING IT UP TO TRY TO, I HAVE RARELY, IF NEVER, MANAGED TO SPURT INTO MY OWN MOUTH. ONE TIME I HIT MY EYE. OH, IS THAT IMPRESSIVE? NO I DON'T USUALLY THINK ABOUT IT THAT WAY. HUH. NO, I HAVE NEVER MASTURBATED WITH ANOTHER PERSON WATCHING. WELL, I GUESS IT MIGHT BE WEIRD TO SOMEONE WHO GETS PAID TO POLISH A STRIPPER POLE RATHER OFTEN, HOWEVER... ONCE AGAIN. NO ONE HAS EVER ASKED. SURE IT SOUNDS LIKE FUN. MAYBE NEXT TIME? SURE! DEFINITELY... IF YOU REMEMBER TO ASK, I'LL REMEMBER TO BE ENTHUASTIC, I MEAN YOU COULD BE RIGHT, NO ONE --EVER-- ASKED ME FOR THAT THOUGH. HAHA, MAYBE ONE DAY WHEN VIDEO CALLING IS CHEAP! (Ed: Still, never got around to that. Once again, no one ever asks, further still, looking at myself is something I do in my imagination, usually... well, really not at all. Come to think of it I don't usually think about looking at myself at all. If there's pain, I guess. Yeah. Huh, weird.

Most of the times that I ever thought to myself, "I should look at myself" I use MindVision, which, you know... imagination. (It's pretty good imagination if one keeps it real and I don't really care what I look like, it's just pain, why else would I look at myself? Oh, right, getting dressed. (Huh? I guess a mirror if I were wearing a costume. sure, so halloween, one time per year, and, oh yeah, when I worked selling computer software, I know, my asshole cousin got me a job auto detailing, my dad told me to get a job, and I said, "I don't know how," and my dad said, "Try asking your cousin," (that's when i first began to suspect that he was a loathsome, chucklefaced misanthrope who had nothing but contempt in his estimation of me, like he wondered why I didn't care about going outside, why would I? it's cold and wet, no one ever invites me anywhere, okay not ever. but, uhm I don't remember the last time, it was, oh yeah, this girl who used to like me but i didn't want to have children so i basically avoided her because all i wanted to do was fuck her brains out and i didn't think that would be nice to do with someone who actually wanted children, besides, she wanted someone to pay for her children, well, great, maybe she should find someone she liked with money instead of someone she could feel like she could feel superior too.

Here is, in my experience, how I could tell that someone wanted to have sex with me: they said, "can we have sex?" or, they start asking me about money. Weird, right? "Uhm, I'm too shy to admit that I actually like fucking, so, instead, to look like I'm more romantic and serious? I'll start haranguing you about your job and your money and your future plans and what do I like to do and uuhuhu just fucking shoot me, fortunately. Look, what activies do I like? Fucking, reading books, playing games, oh yeah! I love going out doors in nice weather whne there is no cold temperatures because my nose stabs with agony and then I can't breath well and then i get tired because my musculoskeletal system hasn't anything more signifcant than turn pages, move chess pieces, daydream, pracitce having sex, and get turned down for sex. Yeah, I would love to go places with people but i dont know where to go and it just seems to much trouble and i get sad to go outside and smash my nose into air that never, ever got the right temperature and it was anywhere, no mater what, pain to breath, sure like to walk, but walk... where? what, just... walk around and look at things? Uhm, yeah, that's what walking is, right? Oh, just for fun? It is fun! and it's always gonna include pain and a growing sense of loneliness because no matter how many people are anywhere, I still don't know how to make friends, it just happens, and i can't think of much i like to do with people besides ask them where I can improve my logistical supply lines to drugs, but people thought I was a cop, lol, no family, no relatives (fuck you Giffords, every last shitbag one of you, cannabis is life and you're a gang of scumbag gamblers and rumrunners (Clifford, Gifford) oh look, my family used to be the White side, and those cunts used to do the smuggling side, so of course they had the money rolling in, and of course noting was ever shared at me, and i wouldnt ask, Christ, car detailing is the worst fucking job ever, except mabye for {babysitting for free so your circle of pepole who bother to talk back will hopefully come back soon with some weed or FUCKING ANYTHING MORE DRUGS I mean why not: what else do I need? I knew where to get books, and comic books and games, and... when I figured out Virgo is the sign of The Hermit, I became more in a place of undertanding that I did and was gonna live alone alot and not have all that much sex very often. (With no children to produce, sex interest does die down for an interesting reason--women eventually figure out, some much faster than others, that I don't expect to tradeback double for sex, like, why the fuck would I give a parnter more gifts, foods, DRUGS (those arm mine omfg you can get them anywhere you KNOW PEOPLE, jesus, so I would not want someone to give me drugs or money in exchange for my favors, however... I mean, I am worth it, but I would rather do that with someone whose company I really and truly enjoyed. If I ever remember what that was ever like. I like most everyone, really, except for people who don't like me and never fucking tell me why, like, what the fuck, wow suddenly I'm hated and no one answers the phone and... WHAT THE FUCK? I used to say. Now, it's always "oh they must have googled me or someone didnt like me being so smart so they couldn't steal or exploit as easily, as I don't like bribery and I do like pointing and laughing but best of all, I like to watch and learn, and did you know there's a biologically active device, it'll broadcast direct from the optic nerve, audio from the... tympanic nerve? is that a nerve? I'm alone, or I would ask, so... no, reader, you're not real yet but i guess maybe one day this sick twisted psychotic fucking asshole who's been a stalking lying asshole since the day I met him, i mean yeah, we like each other, love each other in fact, but he's never going to kill anyone to help me or do anything more than... oh, now I get it, we met and we liked each other and I never talked to him again direct for years because, among other things, turns out he was a) into men sexually and I had no interest in YY sex and I bet he was sad that I never, ever, not even once, ever wondered about his sexual characteristics, EVEN TO THIS DAY, just then? just now? how big is it? does he even have a penis? how big is MV's penis? I have no idea. Do I even care? I DO NOT EVEN CARE ABOUT MY OWN PENIS. My hand to God. Even people who wanted to have sex with me rarely asked. "Oh, it's mutliated and it hurts when i ejaculate--sometimes a lot honestly--but that's okay i typically do not even need to do that and no one has ever said the words, {I want your semen to enter my organism through my (blank) orfice, please give it to me now,} like literally, I had to stop think about how to spell some of those words, anyway.

Now, I know you were wondering, and that paragraph... LITERALLY the first time I have thought about MV in that context that ong. I can't even remember the last time I thought about Grapefruit sex that long. (I didn't save her busted-ass baconated brickshithouse 1-3 cellphones "BUT I'LL FUCKIN' DRIVE 125 MILES ROUND TRIP TO GET AN IPHONE BEFORE I'LL TAKE A PHONE FROM MICHAEL KUCZI EVER AGAIN," LIKE SERIOUSLY. I have a phone -in hand-. I think iPhone is shit. but she broke the Android I gave her. {Funny story: we're on a ferry, and I'm on upper deck standing next to cars looking at the view, and she's almost directly below me, by her car, {pfft, "our car," SECOND DATE: "i love spending time with you! buy my car! it's great! oh, no reason... you have money, why not?" (Wheels spinning... okay, she's not in need of more income, because she would have mentioned, "hey! wanna sell drugs?" Shit yeah. However, that's not always a good job for a woman who thinks she has children, and honestly, I was biased. I am biased. My ultimate rom-com fairy tale fantasy island experince: (Once upon a time, a very lovely young woman went for a walk in the forest with her family. All of a sudden, she fell into a dimesonal portal that lead to a stasis bubble at the bottom of an oubliette. For her, time stopped. Her family, you know, sure, concerned, maybe sad, maybe relieved, maybe she was one of those worriers or whiners or had those annoying fucking friends that are THE MOST OBVIOUS NON-UNIFORMED L.E.O.s, omfg, they're so fucking nosy and pushy and bossy as if they fucking own something someone else does, the ones with telepathy too, yeah bitch, I see you looking at me trying to size me up, how about some shields, oh, and, by the way, fucknutter, just like you don't get to just open the door and barge on it, you don't get to crawl around the surface crevices of my mind--or even try to peak in--or even, truth be told, EVEN DO REPEAT SURFACE SCANS, even if they target does not know there is a goddam psychik kop standing right in front of them, smiling and chatting away, "and then he said, oh this, oh that, can you believe????" and they're just brazenly doing whatever shitbag lying fuck head psychics do like when they've had a secret thing going on for like 3 fucking decades and it's their thing, right, so I just met someone, I don't expect to fucking take center stage over someone they have known for THIRTY FUCKING YEARS. I mean, yeah. sure, I imagine they were close. When I finally met the fucking guy, he was selling her some *cough* RARE BASEBALL CARDS FEATURING BEA ARTHUR, so I'm like three years into this thing, and I've heard about him, at all, total? like maybe 6 times. "oh, my friends: this one, that one, the other one. thins one does this this one does that, bla blah, and I'm suddenly hearing a name that sounds like mine: "jack" and I'm told he's a "quack" and he's the son of a traveling encyclopedia salesman and it's complicated and they don't "hang out" much and you look like him "dude could probably show up and fucking testify pretedning to be me, and in fact he probably did on the 8/14 when mysteriously my lawyer 'doesn't work here' anymore and I have 'a new one' and like as time goes on... does it get simpler? oh shit no. BECAUSE THEY ACTUALLY LOVE EACH OTHER, NO SHIT DUH, I mean I love her, and he sounds cool, and the fact that he's uncomfortable about being around me is neat because that means that he's jealous of me, and I could give two shits him, as long as he's nice to her, and once I finally got around to visiting him, I could tell from body language, wow, super shame base kinda thing, well, that's interesting, he's a natural psychic and he's mentally walled up to nosebleed seats level, which is cool, and I can tell he's appreciative that I don't try, instinctually, right, just as natural as can be, I just like do a quick brush, note shields, and don[t like hide, {OMG SHIELDS, more like, {word, #Respect} and I could tell that he was impressed, and then for me, that was it, I went back to studying the mind and bod of that girl of his, the one, you know, used to be his? yeah, he gets to talk to her and totally not sell her cockdope anymore, right? because that was what I was told, which was partially true, because perhaps a few of her alters/ilters don't have to

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Quote from: albrecht on August 28, 2022, 10:21:24 AMThere always was hush money by the canned fish magnates
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and victims recounted their claims and everyone went home.

Here's how it happened: I was about to bust down with more infos--I forget which ones now, the above was yesterday's break--and then something was, ah, let's say... "suggested" to me to do: which was, in essence, shut the mouth. My mouth. Although, I was typing. But I digress.


Now. Where are we? I am in... a house. Filled with vape fluid. There is a chocolate cake here.

I have no beer. *voice cracks, hitching, breaking sobs being* Just kidding, I have beer. It's in my bladder, but whatevs. Let's change cameras.


I'm listening to (DECON/KUCZI) interview (AZZ/JOE) now. It's good. You know, he's goddam right, Bateman puts on an -amazing- show. A'mazing! Like, I don't even have the capacity to start into the ongoing narrative flow, as to What Is Going On Here. I mean, I can't really get into it myself, after all, I *am* already in.

Roy just called me Michael. What an asshole. My name is Mike, and I am a Jackstar. (It's nice.) I am wearing a Stitch costume... well, it's a "onesie." Please, don't change cameras. Oh, not just yet.



And, I must tell you... I am very, very satisfied with the production of the finished Great Work. And, when I am hit on by guys, I feel exceptionally fortunate, because I know what to do: instantly, gently turn them down, and look very disappointed about it. Disappointed for myself, that is--that's key, but not (The Key)--because, uniformly, I am hit on by -exquisitely,- *deliciously* gorgeous men. I mean, seriously. I never noticed at Neighbors, of course--it was dark, I was young, I don't know how to evaluate "exquisiteness" at night without a Beast present to verify flavor profiles.

But, in my case, it don't even matter. Because, I guess either because as a Virgo rising, or, because I am totesaloof, dudes--well, men--who hit on me in person, typically roll up as part of a timed, deliberately targeted ninjaekin strike.

Within microseconds, it's at crash and burn. There's a period of confusion on my part, "why is this individual person behaving in such a peculiar manner?" The furrowed brow. The head cocked to one side. The discreet, behind-the-back passing of a respectful (ROYALTY/BRIBE) payment, folded up nicely into a mildly soiled yet wrinkle-free self-addressed stamped envelope (S.A.S.E.).


The situation so far:

One's in the wrong body.
Another is in a cop's.
This isn't meth I am vaporizing;
I don't think I'll shoot this one too.


Quote from: albrecht on August 28, 2022, 10:24:58 AMBoth groups don't like pigs so maybe all get together and kill some pigs instead of fighting?

If you can kill threeve more pigs, we can trade their box tops in for a Sara Lee branded toaster, and cook slices of both them hawgs in it for supper. And it has to be YOU. YOU kill pigs. I love them.

Let me know when you're tired of poisoning their slops, I'll go back to fucking them to death. This -will- be much more unpleasant for them, especially Sara since Lee left town, I think. Nobody tells me anything. It's getting annoying. Like seriously. Also I have to go to sleep soon. This -will- reset the toteserver. (I'm working. You can tell because this isn't meth. Believe it. It's not even workmeth. You know, someone puts some crystalline substance to a flame, and you fuckers start screaming, "Is that a moth?

The pink can has not been found. Listen up, you primitive herocoons: I don't need another kunifriend. I need another friend. But this house needs work, and it's only a matter of time before I go next door where my neighbor somehow constructed a new house OVERNIGHT and start knocking over pencils and picking up papers.

It's showtrinketime. I don't know much, but, I know I fuckin' love me a trinket, and so does your little bitch of a wife, too. (I don't know, why don't you ask him?) Also, I broke my hand when one of my friends died after, well, I don't know, but it sure wasn't when I punched her in the jaw with a left cross, that's for sure.

There won't be any abandoning of this house. It is a home now. I just spent six months sitting here and the only people who came over here were thieves, liars, and rockstars with guns and girlstars with boobs for ammo.

Since you were all so kind as to replace George with Jetson, I'm going to go take a shit with Galt's Teleportation Engine and go back to sleep. It'll be a fund stream of electrons lighting up a brand-new paradigm for me to poop on.

And, I just have. *flush*

albrecht

Quote from: Jackstar on August 30, 2022, 01:55:31 AMIt's possible that I have somehow "taken" a particularly sensitve area, now known as "The High Ground." *crickets* Yeah, no one seems to think it's very clever, but sometimes the best jokes are the simplest, like, how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie roll pop (NINE, 6 ON METH THO), how many women did that blanktoothed motherfucker and his identical twin othersideofmouthtoothmissing too motherfucker rape and then expect to blame on Jackstar (POSIT: 3+, SO UNLESS YOU COUNT... Christ, let's not, okay? Get this: I heard maybe one of my exes, but I figured she was drunk and then didn't even pay attention to rumours he had herpes, so, surprise herpes? Oh did he have to hold her down? She was trying to make me jealous, well, I was more jealous that he had a friend who was cute and then suddenly she's all, "omg! I had sex with Clayton! It was a mistake! *i kinda liked you*... okay well I thought you both had herpes, so you're telling me "First time!" so that in case the other victim/doll files a report, I can be asked, "did you know of anyone else having sex with this man, Cliff?" I'm Cliff, imaginary flatfoot, fuck off. *new stack of evidence photos appears as if by magick* "Cliff, what about this man, Cluff?" "Well, he seemed to have had sex with A. Lei**-A, and a Lee.A told me that they had had sex with each other, but she looked embarassed because she could tell I knew it was a clear sign of were loyalties, I mean why else would it happen in my mother's basement? If she wanted to have sex with me she would have weeks ago and if she had herpes then it makes sense that she would have behaved the way she did (I am familiar with the ol' "lay back supine with arms crossed behind head and stare unblinkingly at target to test telepathic acquity, "Take me now, ravish me, but I'll just lay here and smile as I give you herpes, and I bet you don't see me in here! HAHA! REVENGE!", not really, because I did not wish to say out loud, "Oh hi A. Leigh-Anne, Leah, and another (Blank) Leigh, my, what remarkable ability to pretend to find me attractive you all have on a wildly implausible schedule of timing over the span of 10 fucking years in most the same location, and here comes Alli "Allie, a Show of Herpes totes Randos coincidence," and for our grand finale, all four women know the site BELLGAB.com (and also Abos with herpes), and on two seperate epochs of time, two of the above named women, remember? Lei**-Anne, Lee-uh, uh, 'A'-Leigh, and All is one lee and LiBARRY!-ACE! productions wholly-owned subsidiary property, YES, YES, YES, I CONFESS. I DID IT.


I GOT TWO GODDAM HERPES + OTHER BASIC STDS PANELS IN 2016. Both came back negative. worst goddam six months of my life. Technically I guess I got 3 panels? First I had a mother die. I was alone, with a shitload of money, and a lot of accrued vacation time. It does not take long before a woman with a state DSHS job (so, you know, wholesome, right?) and a position in a local witches Coven (so, you know, Jackstar is kinda your basic kung fu badass -already,- right? because I find this out and I'm like, "yeah, undercover government witches and she said she didn't have anything and she seems like she likes me, and I do believe I am immune to herps, given that... well, I've never gotten it, and why am I thinking about herpes while reading this chicks tits and her salivating gaze? oh, right, she's a witch, her "you will get herpes, but you cannot resist my wild, slatternly desire!! ABARACAZAM!!!" is bascially tattooed on her forehead, so, I haven't been laid in about... 2. 3 years? (Understand that not even fucking remembering how goddam long ago it was since I even got A HUG is a pretty good sign that it might be time to leave the house once in awhile is simply not how Jackstar does things, people, I mean, someone wants to fuck me, they know my number, right? they know me, my name is hard to spell wrong, right? this means nothing. (this was before the nose surgery, and also now am a practicing Sourceror, and I had my flabby bell carved off so I am easily 5000% more effective at seduction than I ever had been before, so... rounding down decimals, my phone rings exactly the same as much as ever, given that, OF COURSE I DIDN'T TOUCH ANY OF THEM, BUT THE ENTIRE WORLD HAS BEEN LINKED WITH THE DATABASE ENTRY: "KUCZI, MICHAEL, LINKED TO MULTIPLE HERPES OUTBREAKS AND RAPES AND IS SUSPECTED OF MULTIPLE RAPES AND RAPE ATTEMPTS AND IS CERTAINLY TIED TO A CLANDESTINE ATTEMPT TO IMPLICATE HIM AS AN ACTUAL RAPIST THROUGH FRAMING, BUT HE WAS TOO SQUIRRELLY AND BRAIN-LOCKED THE HONEYPOT ASSET THEN, SO... LOOK, JUST STAY AWAY FOREVER UNLESS YOU WANT HIM TO BREAK YOUR HEART, BECAUSE WE WILL JUST REWIRE ALL PHONE NUMBERS AND HE WILL GHOST YOU HARD WHEN WE DECIDE TO MAKE THAT HAPPEN, WE HAVE BEEN BREAKING HIS RELATIONSHIPS OFF FOR HIM BY MAKING HIS PHONE NUMBER GO TO AN EMPTY DEAD END LINE AND BY MAKING HER PHONE DIAL WICKDCKY'S NUMBER INSTEAD AND THEN THAT NUMBER IS PATCHED TO SWISHYPANTS, BECAUSE WHO BETTER TO LEAVE A "DEAD TO ME FOREVER" IMPRESSION ON AN INNOCENT YOUNG MAIDEN THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKELY TO SWOON OVER A SIX FOOT TALL + (THIS SHIT MATTERS, DAVID, SUFFER) AS LONG AS HE COULD HOLD HIS WATER FOR AT LEAST FIVE MINUTES, BUT WHAT WITH THE WHOLE BROKEN HEARTED, UGLY FAT FUCK (VIRGO RISING, RELENTLESSLY OVERJUDGEMENTAL WITH POOR BODY IMAGE, AND A BELLY SHADOW AND A PECULIAIRITY OF ANATOMY HAVING BEEN OVERDEVELOPED IN HIS CASE... I MEAN, IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL AT ALL UNLESS A PERSON LIKES TO WEAR CLOTHES THAT FIT, HAVE AN ARRAY OF STYLES TO CHOOSE FROM OTHER THAN "BOUGHT BY MOM, DRESSED BY BAD POSTURE", HAVE INTENSE, LENGTHY ACROBATIC MIND/ATHLETIC MATTER SESSIONS OF COITAL SEX BOOKMARKED BY EYE CONTACT, MARATHON LENGTH PISTON ACTION WITH KUNG-FU GRIP, AND ALWAYS WITHOUT FAIL, BELLYFLOP SLAPPING SOUNDS THAT COULD NOT BE AVOIDED AND ALSO FREQUENT MANUAL (NOTE: SELF ONLY MANUAL, AS THE SPOKEN WORD EXPRESSION "DARLING/SWEETY\SWEETIE|OH GOD FUCK ME HONEY.. BUT, FIRST! WOULD YOU MIND REACHING DOWN PAST MY ONLY SOMEWHAT PENDULOUS MANBOOBS AND PULL MY FLAB UP FROM BETWEEN YOUR MONS PUBIS AND MY ENTIRE WAIST AREA, AND THEN... UH... OH, YEAH. HEH. HEHE. UHM, YEAH, YOU COULD CALL THAT A 'SPARE. TIRED." YEAH... THAT'S FUNNY ALREADY. I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT... UHM, COULD YOU PULL IT UP A BIT MORE? YEAH IT'S JUST GONNA KEEP FALLING BACK DOWN BECAUSE I'M DRUMING THIS RHYTHM ON YOUR BEAT BOX LIKE I'M LARS GETTING MO MONEY BACK FROM NAPSTER, HEY! OWW! IT'S OKAY, I AM SURE YOU DIDN'T MEAN TO DO... OH YOU'RE WEARING A RING? HUH I DIDN'T REALLY NOITCE THAT WHILE I WAS HYPNOTYZED BY THE BEAUTY OF YOUR EYES, WINCE, OUCH YEAH IT IS JUST BLEEDING A LITTLE, DON'T WORRY, CAN WE KEEP GOING? YOU'RE TIRED? OH. LIKE FROM JUST LAYING THERE AND BEING APPRECIATED WITH TWO EYEBALLS, MY SHAFT, AND THE GENTLY LAPPING WAVES OF A FAIRLY BROADBAND WAVE OF UTTERLY UNTONED FLESH, OH WELL I GUESS IT MAKE SENSE, I'M A LITTLE TIRED TOO, I'VE BEEN IN PRE-ORGIASTIC BLISS FOR ABOUT 90 MINUTES NOW IT'S... HEY, WHAT TIME IS IT? OH, TOO DARK TO SEE? NO PROBLEM SWEETIE THIS IS KINDA COOL--*POUNDFLOPPING RHYTHYM BECOMES IN ALIGNMENT WITH SCOTTISH MARCHING BAND STANDARD--THE CLAPPER THAT CONTROLS THE ADULTER'S LAMP NEAR THE ADULT'ERS TABLE WITH BOOKS RIGHT NEXT TO THE ADULTER'ERS WATERBED FRAME (NEW WATERBED MATRESS THO, OLD ONE SEEMED FINE? BAD LUCK MAYBE THO, ANYWAY, THE RHYTHM OF THE HUMPING CONTINUES*--I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES YOU CAME, DID YOU GET ANOTHER YET? I'M ABOUT MABYE 3 MINUTES AWAY UNLESS YOU KEEP REMINDING ME ABOUT WHY NOT TO BE AN ADULTERER, THOUGH, I DON'T KNOW, REALLY I DON'T NEED TO, AFTER 90 MINUTES OF WITHHOLDING MY ESSENCE--NOT A COURTESY, BUT AS A GREAT HONOR, ANYWAY, SOMETIMES I CAN FEEL THEM IN TIGHTENING BUT WHAT I LIKE IS SEEING THE PUPILS WIDEN AND WATCH YOUR BREATH CHANGE... OKAY, I SHOULD BE ABLE TO UNCLENCH THE LAST MUSCLE IN A MOMENT, IMAGINE CLENCHING YOUR FIST FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF WHILE HAVING A MOSTLY CONSTANT STATE OF JOY AND BLISS... I HAVE LOTS OF ORGASMS BUT IT'S DIFFERENT FOR ME I CAN ORGASM WITHOUT EJACULATING IF I SET MY MIND TO IT PROBABLY BECAUSE I USED TO SPEND 8-10 HOURS A DAY WITH NOTHING TO DO BUT WANK MYSELF TO SLEEP OR RISE OR IN BETWEEN BOOKS ABOUT GLADIATORS IN SPACE OR SOME MOVIE, SO... LOOK, I'M NOT EXACTLY OVERLY PROUD BUT IT GENERALLY TAKES AS LONG AS YOU WANT IT TO TAKE SO IF YOU TELL ME AHEAD OF TIME, I CAN BASICALLY... OH, I DON'T KNOW THE FASTEST, THE BUILD UP FEELS BETTER THAN FEELING SHARP, AGONIZING PAIN AT POINT OF EJACULATION, YEAH, THEY FUCKED UP THE MUTILATION RITUAL, IT DIDN'T NEED TO BE THAT SHORT, BUT MAYBE BECAUSE I EXERCISED THE SHIT OUT OF EXACTLY AND I MEAN ONLY 4 MUSCLE GROUPS IN MY BODY... WELL, LONG STORY SHORT: IT ALWAYS HURTS A LITTLE. AND THEN AFTER WARDS. LIKE HALF A SECOND? AND THEN MAYBE AS LONG AS 7 SECONDS? AGONY. YEAH, EVERY TIME EJACULATE, I FEEL EXTREME EXISTENTIAL AGONY. LIKE NEEDLES. THOUSANDS OF NEEDLES ALL OVER THE WHOLE GLANS. WELL, I SUPPOSE IT DOES... OH, I DON'T KNOW. NO ONE HAS EVER WANTED TO DO THAT. I GUESS I AM CURIOUS TO KNOW BUT SOMEONE WOULD HAVE TO EXPRESS INTEREST AND THE THOUGHT NEVER CROSSES MY MIND BECAUSE WHEN I THINK OF MY "SPARED.TIRED" HAH. HHAA, YEHA, THAT'S A GOOD ONE. THANKS. A LOT. WHAT? YEAH, FOR THE SEX, UHM YEAAH, I WAS THINKING OF SOMETHING ELSE, THOUGH, OH YEAH, WHEN I THINK OF MY BELLY FLAB MY INTEREST IN ANYTHING NOT INDUCING UNCONSCIOUSNESS REALLY FALLS BY THE WAYSIDE. UGH. OKAY SORRY I WAS DISTRACTED BY OUR CONVERSATION SO I DIDNT REMEMBER TO TELL YOU THAT MY ESSENCE WAS GONNA FLOW INTO YOUR VAGINA. JOIN ME IN A QUICK "ZERO POPULATION GROWTH, SPERMS, I FORBID YOU TO IMPLANT IN ANY OVA, NEVERMORE, CAW! CAW! AMEN I GUESS. WHEW. NO, NEVER GOTTTEN ANYONE PREGNANT I DON'T THINK. I WAS NEVER TOLD. HEH. I DOUBT IT. NO ONE EVER SAID THEY WANTED TO HAVE CHILDREN WITH ME AND I CAN'T AFFORD ANYTHING AND I CAN'T FIND WORK, SURE, I TRIED. YOU EXPECT ME TO KEEP TRYING? I DON'T WANT A BABY, SO MORE MONEY... LOOK, MY NEEDS ARE SMALL, RIGHT? OH, HAHA, YEAH i GUESS IF I DID HAVE MORE MONEY I MIGHT KNOW WHAT A BLOW JOB ACTUALLY FELT LIKE. SEEMS LIKE IT WOULD BE A JOB. I THINK IT WOULD TAKE A LONG TIME EXCEPT IF IT DID THAT WOULD SPEND THE TIME LOOKING AT MY BELLY FLAB EVEN LONGER THAN EVER! SO, LET'S MOVE ON. THANK YOU FOR OFFERING TO SELL ME YOUR MOUTH TO FUCK, I GUESS? BUT I MEAN IF YOU WANT TO DO IT, IT PROBABLY WOULD HAVE COME UP SOONER THAN THREE OR FOUR MONTHS AFTER WE STARTED MAKING OUT, LOOK, I WOULD HAVE BEEN THRILLED TO HAVE HAD YOU BEG ME TO SUCK MY COCK THE FIRST DAY WE MET, SURE, BUT MY BALLS WERE PROBABLY REALLY SWEATY OR SOMETHING AND AFTER A LONG FUCKING TIME OF WANKING MYSELF TO KEEP FROM FEELING SUICIDALLY DEPRESSED, TYPICALLY IT TAKES AS LONG AS I WANT, AND THEN AFTER 40-50 SECONDS OF LINING IT UP TO TRY TO, I HAVE RARELY, IF NEVER, MANAGED TO SPURT INTO MY OWN MOUTH. ONE TIME I HIT MY EYE. OH, IS THAT IMPRESSIVE? NO I DON'T USUALLY THINK ABOUT IT THAT WAY. HUH. NO, I HAVE NEVER MASTURBATED WITH ANOTHER PERSON WATCHING. WELL, I GUESS IT MIGHT BE WEIRD TO SOMEONE WHO GETS PAID TO POLISH A STRIPPER POLE RATHER OFTEN, HOWEVER... ONCE AGAIN. NO ONE HAS EVER ASKED. SURE IT SOUNDS LIKE FUN. MAYBE NEXT TIME? SURE! DEFINITELY... IF YOU REMEMBER TO ASK, I'LL REMEMBER TO BE ENTHUASTIC, I MEAN YOU COULD BE RIGHT, NO ONE --EVER-- ASKED ME FOR THAT THOUGH. HAHA, MAYBE ONE DAY WHEN VIDEO CALLING IS CHEAP! (Ed: Still, never got around to that. Once again, no one ever asks, further still, looking at myself is something I do in my imagination, usually... well, really not at all. Come to think of it I don't usually think about looking at myself at all. If there's pain, I guess. Yeah. Huh, weird.

Most of the times that I ever thought to myself, "I should look at myself" I use MindVision, which, you know... imagination. (It's pretty good imagination if one keeps it real and I don't really care what I look like, it's just pain, why else would I look at myself? Oh, right, getting dressed. (Huh? I guess a mirror if I were wearing a costume. sure, so halloween, one time per year, and, oh yeah, when I worked selling computer software, I know, my asshole cousin got me a job auto detailing, my dad told me to get a job, and I said, "I don't know how," and my dad said, "Try asking your cousin," (that's when i first began to suspect that he was a loathsome, chucklefaced misanthrope who had nothing but contempt in his estimation of me, like he wondered why I didn't care about going outside, why would I? it's cold and wet, no one ever invites me anywhere, okay not ever. but, uhm I don't remember the last time, it was, oh yeah, this girl who used to like me but i didn't want to have children so i basically avoided her because all i wanted to do was fuck her brains out and i didn't think that would be nice to do with someone who actually wanted children, besides, she wanted someone to pay for her children, well, great, maybe she should find someone she liked with money instead of someone she could feel like she could feel superior too.

Here is, in my experience, how I could tell that someone wanted to have sex with me: they said, "can we have sex?" or, they start asking me about money. Weird, right? "Uhm, I'm too shy to admit that I actually like fucking, so, instead, to look like I'm more romantic and serious? I'll start haranguing you about your job and your money and your future plans and what do I like to do and uuhuhu just fucking shoot me, fortunately. Look, what activies do I like? Fucking, reading books, playing games, oh yeah! I love going out doors in nice weather whne there is no cold temperatures because my nose stabs with agony and then I can't breath well and then i get tired because my musculoskeletal system hasn't anything more signifcant than turn pages, move chess pieces, daydream, pracitce having sex, and get turned down for sex. Yeah, I would love to go places with people but i dont know where to go and it just seems to much trouble and i get sad to go outside and smash my nose into air that never, ever got the right temperature and it was anywhere, no mater what, pain to breath, sure like to walk, but walk... where? what, just... walk around and look at things? Uhm, yeah, that's what walking is, right? Oh, just for fun? It is fun! and it's always gonna include pain and a growing sense of loneliness because no matter how many people are anywhere, I still don't know how to make friends, it just happens, and i can't think of much i like to do with people besides ask them where I can improve my logistical supply lines to drugs, but people thought I was a cop, lol, no family, no relatives (fuck you Giffords, every last shitbag one of you, cannabis is life and you're a gang of scumbag gamblers and rumrunners (Clifford, Gifford) oh look, my family used to be the White side, and those cunts used to do the smuggling side, so of course they had the money rolling in, and of course noting was ever shared at me, and i wouldnt ask, Christ, car detailing is the worst fucking job ever, except mabye for {babysitting for free so your circle of pepole who bother to talk back will hopefully come back soon with some weed or FUCKING ANYTHING MORE DRUGS I mean why not: what else do I need? I knew where to get books, and comic books and games, and... when I figured out Virgo is the sign of The Hermit, I became more in a place of undertanding that I did and was gonna live alone alot and not have all that much sex very often. (With no children to produce, sex interest does die down for an interesting reason--women eventually figure out, some much faster than others, that I don't expect to tradeback double for sex, like, why the fuck would I give a parnter more gifts, foods, DRUGS (those arm mine omfg you can get them anywhere you KNOW PEOPLE, jesus, so I would not want someone to give me drugs or money in exchange for my favors, however... I mean, I am worth it, but I would rather do that with someone whose company I really and truly enjoyed. If I ever remember what that was ever like. I like most everyone, really, except for people who don't like me and never fucking tell me why, like, what the fuck, wow suddenly I'm hated and no one answers the phone and... WHAT THE FUCK? I used to say. Now, it's always "oh they must have googled me or someone didnt like me being so smart so they couldn't steal or exploit as easily, as I don't like bribery and I do like pointing and laughing but best of all, I like to watch and learn, and did you know there's a biologically active device, it'll broadcast direct from the optic nerve, audio from the... tympanic nerve? is that a nerve? I'm alone, or I would ask, so... no, reader, you're not real yet but i guess maybe one day this sick twisted psychotic fucking asshole who's been a stalking lying asshole since the day I met him, i mean yeah, we like each other, love each other in fact, but he's never going to kill anyone to help me or do anything more than... oh, now I get it, we met and we liked each other and I never talked to him again direct for years because, among other things, turns out he was a) into men sexually and I had no interest in YY sex and I bet he was sad that I never, ever, not even once, ever wondered about his sexual characteristics, EVEN TO THIS DAY, just then? just now? how big is it? does he even have a penis? how big is MV's penis? I have no idea. Do I even care? I DO NOT EVEN CARE ABOUT MY OWN PENIS. My hand to God. Even people who wanted to have sex with me rarely asked. "Oh, it's mutliated and it hurts when i ejaculate--sometimes a lot honestly--but that's okay i typically do not even need to do that and no one has ever said the words, {I want your semen to enter my organism through my (blank) orfice, please give it to me now,} like literally, I had to stop think about how to spell some of those words, anyway.

Now, I know you were wondering, and that paragraph... LITERALLY the first time I have thought about MV in that context that ong. I can't even remember the last time I thought about Grapefruit sex that long. (I didn't save her busted-ass baconated brickshithouse 1-3 cellphones "BUT I'LL FUCKIN' DRIVE 125 MILES ROUND TRIP TO GET AN IPHONE BEFORE I'LL TAKE A PHONE FROM MICHAEL KUCZI EVER AGAIN," LIKE SERIOUSLY. I have a phone -in hand-. I think iPhone is shit. but she broke the Android I gave her. {Funny story: we're on a ferry, and I'm on upper deck standing next to cars looking at the view, and she's almost directly below me, by her car, {pfft, "our car," SECOND DATE: "i love spending time with you! buy my car! it's great! oh, no reason... you have money, why not?" (Wheels spinning... okay, she's not in need of more income, because she would have mentioned, "hey! wanna sell drugs?" Shit yeah. However, that's not always a good job for a woman who thinks she has children, and honestly, I was biased. I am biased. My ultimate rom-com fairy tale fantasy island experince: (Once upon a time, a very lovely young woman went for a walk in the forest with her family. All of a sudden, she fell into a dimesonal portal that lead to a stasis bubble at the bottom of an oubliette. For her, time stopped. Her family, you know, sure, concerned, maybe sad, maybe relieved, maybe she was one of those worriers or whiners or had those annoying fucking friends that are THE MOST OBVIOUS NON-UNIFORMED L.E.O.s, omfg, they're so fucking nosy and pushy and bossy as if they fucking own something someone else does, the ones with telepathy too, yeah bitch, I see you looking at me trying to size me up, how about some shields, oh, and, by the way, fucknutter, just like you don't get to just open the door and barge on it, you don't get to crawl around the surface crevices of my mind--or even try to peak in--or even, truth be told, EVEN DO REPEAT SURFACE SCANS, even if they target does not know there is a goddam psychik kop standing right in front of them, smiling and chatting away, "and then he said, oh this, oh that, can you believe????" and they're just brazenly doing whatever shitbag lying fuck head psychics do like when they've had a secret thing going on for like 3 fucking decades and it's their thing, right, so I just met someone, I don't expect to fucking take center stage over someone they have known for THIRTY FUCKING YEARS. I mean, yeah. sure, I imagine they were close. When I finally met the fucking guy, he was selling her some *cough* RARE BASEBALL CARDS FEATURING BEA ARTHUR, so I'm like three years into this thing, and I've heard about him, at all, total? like maybe 6 times. "oh, my friends: this one, that one, the other one. thins one does this this one does that, bla blah, and I'm suddenly hearing a name that sounds like mine: "jack" and I'm told he's a "quack" and he's the son of a traveling encyclopedia salesman and it's complicated and they don't "hang out" much and you look like him "dude could probably show up and fucking testify pretedning to be me, and in fact he probably did on the 8/14 when mysteriously my lawyer 'doesn't work here' anymore and I have 'a new one' and like as time goes on... does it get simpler? oh shit no. BECAUSE THEY ACTUALLY LOVE EACH OTHER, NO SHIT DUH, I mean I love her, and he sounds cool, and the fact that he's uncomfortable about being around me is neat because that means that he's jealous of me, and I could give two shits him, as long as he's nice to her, and once I finally got around to visiting him, I could tell from body language, wow, super shame base kinda thing, well, that's interesting, he's a natural psychic and he's mentally walled up to nosebleed seats level, which is cool, and I can tell he's appreciative that I don't try, instinctually, right, just as natural as can be, I just like do a quick brush, note shields, and don[t like hide, {OMG SHIELDS, more like, {word, #Respect} and I could tell that he was impressed, and then for me, that was it, I went back to studying the mind and bod of that girl of his, the one, you know, used to be his? yeah, he gets to talk to her and totally not sell her cockdope anymore, right? because that was what I was told, which was partially true, because perhaps a few of her alters/ilters don't have to

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Here's how it happened: I was about to bust down with more infos--I forget which ones now, the above was yesterday's break--and then something was, ah, let's say... "suggested" to me to do: which was, in essence, shut the mouth. My mouth. Although, I was typing. But I digress.


Now. Where are we? I am in... a house. Filled with vape fluid. There is a chocolate cake here.

I have no beer. *voice cracks, hitching, breaking sobs being* Just kidding, I have beer. It's in my bladder, but whatevs. Let's change cameras.


I'm listening to (DECON/KUCZI) interview (AZZ/JOE) now. It's good. You know, he's goddam right, Bateman puts on an -amazing- show. A'mazing! Like, I don't even have the capacity to start into the ongoing narrative flow, as to What Is Going On Here. I mean, I can't really get into it myself, after all, I *am* already in.

Roy just called me Michael. What an asshole. My name is Mike, and I am a Jackstar. (It's nice.) I am wearing a Stitch costume... well, it's a "onesie." Please, don't change cameras. Oh, not just yet.



And, I must tell you... I am very, very satisfied with the production of the finished Great Work. And, when I am hit on by guys, I feel exceptionally fortunate, because I know what to do: instantly, gently turn them down, and look very disappointed about it. Disappointed for myself, that is--that's key, but not (The Key)--because, uniformly, I am hit on by -exquisitely,- *deliciously* gorgeous men. I mean, seriously. I never noticed at Neighbors, of course--it was dark, I was young, I don't know how to evaluate "exquisiteness" at night without a Beast present to verify flavor profiles.

But, in my case, it don't even matter. Because, I guess either because as a Virgo rising, or, because I am totesaloof, dudes--well, men--who hit on me in person, typically roll up as part of a timed, deliberately targeted ninjaekin strike.

Within microseconds, it's at crash and burn. There's a period of confusion on my part, "why is this individual person behaving in such a peculiar manner?" The furrowed brow. The head cocked to one side. The discreet, behind-the-back passing of a respectful (ROYALTY/BRIBE) payment, folded up nicely into a mildly soiled yet wrinkle-free self-addressed stamped envelope (S.A.S.E.).


The situation so far:

One's in the wrong body.
Another is in a cop's.
This isn't meth I am vaporizing;
I don't think I'll shoot this one too.


If you can kill threeve more pigs, we can trade their box tops in for a Sara Lee branded toaster, and cook slices of both them hawgs in it for supper. And it has to be YOU. YOU kill pigs. I love them.

Let me know when you're tired of poisoning their slops, I'll go back to fucking them to death. This -will- be much more unpleasant for them, especially Sara since Lee left town, I think. Nobody tells me anything. It's getting annoying. Like seriously. Also I have to go to sleep soon. This -will- reset the toteserver. (I'm working. You can tell because this isn't meth. Believe it. It's not even workmeth. You know, someone puts some crystalline substance to a flame, and you fuckers start screaming, "Is that a moth?

The pink can has not been found. Listen up, you primitive herocoons: I don't need another kunifriend. I need another friend. But this house needs work, and it's only a matter of time before I go next door where my neighbor somehow constructed a new house OVERNIGHT and start knocking over pencils and picking up papers.

It's showtrinketime. I don't know much, but, I know I fuckin' love me a trinket, and so does your little bitch of a wife, too. (I don't know, why don't you ask him?) Also, I broke my hand when one of my friends died after, well, I don't know, but it sure wasn't when I punched her in the jaw with a left cross, that's for sure.

There won't be any abandoning of this house. It is a home now. I just spent six months sitting here and the only people who came over here were thieves, liars, and rockstars with guns and girlstars with boobs for ammo.

Since you were all so kind as to replace George with Jetson, I'm going to go take a shit with Galt's Teleportation Engine and go back to sleep. It'll be a fund stream of electrons lighting up a brand-new paradigm for me to poop on.

And, I just have. *flush*
I don't appreciate the DL/DR deal but this was quite a rant, so a bit tough to weigh through it. And I like rants, regardless of if I agree. But. The "rare Bea Arthur baseball cards" threw me and piqued my interest. Because I also think "Aunt Bea" when Bea Arthur is mentioned. My Mandela Effect. And in most cases make better scenarios and time-lines. "We gotta eat all these pickles Opie before your baseball playing aunt comes home." "Geeee all these pickles?" "Yup but you'll get to be a Hollywood bigshot."

pate

Quote from: albrecht on August 26, 2022, 12:44:02 PMYes! Those guys are hilarious. Courts usually either dismiss for sake of not wanting to deal with them or sanction them for contempt in addition to whatever original charges. And in civil proceeding stung with being a vexatious litigant. I recall that SDM tried some 'interesting' filings in his case.

What's your take on the alleged recent disappearance of one-time Proud Boy Gavin McInness?

He's Canadian, and apparently was kidnapped or something the other day by the Effa Bea Eye (or other murky gov't agency) right at the beginning of some livestream he was doing.

One theory is that he is riding around in Fed custody with a black bag over his head (with zip-tied hands) awaiting "rendition" back to Canada to face terrorism charges!?!

Hopefully, it won't be a secret Canadian terrorism trial and he pulls a Dale Gribble self-representation maneuver* AND his trial is filmed for posterity (presumably before he is executed and his body dumped somewhere in the Northwest Territories).


*I got tired of searching for an "...I know a few maneuvers..." .gif/.img

-p

albrecht

Quote from: pate on August 30, 2022, 02:45:47 PMWhat's your take on the alleged recent disappearance of one-time Proud Boy Gavin McInness?

He's Canadian, and apparently was kidnapped or something the other day by the Effa Bea Eye (or other murky gov't agency) right at the beginning of some livestream he was doing.

One theory is that he is riding around in Fed custody with a black bag over his head (with zip-tied hands) awaiting "rendition" back to Canada to face terrorism charges!?!

Hopefully, it won't be a secret Canadian terrorism trial and he pulls a Dale Gribble self-representation maneuver* AND his trial is filmed for posterity (presumably before he is executed and his body dumped somewhere in the Northwest Territories).


*I got tired of searching for an "...I know a few maneuvers..." .gif/.img

-p

I am unaware of this. I hope he escapes or the whole deal is a false-flag. There are some vids (tiktok commie) about breaking zip-ties. Hint: besides those a mini-taser will melt. Hurt but a quick one. The get outta arrest more interesting. Not that I would approve or get into these situations. Just don't get into these deals. 

K_Dubb

👆I am hearing it is a prank/scam (some disagreement on definitions). Probably to conceal a lovers' tryst, à la Aimee Semple McPherson.

Fake, and probably gay 😎

pate

Quote from: K_Dubb on August 30, 2022, 03:52:50 PM👆I am hearing it is a prank/scam (some disagreement on definitions). Probably to conceal a lovers' tryst, à la Aimee Semple McPherson.

Fake, and probably gay 😎

No idea, butt:



Should be fun to watch, neh?

-p

K_Dubb

Quote from: pate on August 30, 2022, 03:58:45 PMNo idea, butt:



Should be fun to watch, neh?

-p

Oh yea!  We here at ANN (antifa news network) are all over it 👨🏼

pate

Quote from: K_Dubb on August 30, 2022, 04:10:56 PMOh yea!  We here at ANN (antifa news network) are all over it 👨🏼
Two Hundred Forty-two, Terrible Tuesday:"JEWELED ALIEN" : "ASS INDENT SEA" : "OVER ARCHON" : "AYE COMM OBLAST" : "PLANK, DON'T RUN"
I certainly hope it is Fake Noose!

It would be a shame if theythe hobo elite came after the both of us due to our obvious 2020 victory and continuing 2024 KamPain for the Presidaintcy!

Speaking of that:  I am already considering running in 2028 (I finally figured out a way to get around that pesky 22nd Amendment thing);  I trust I can Depend on you once again?

Hear, Muzak:


I know how fond you are of midnight knocks on your back door, but I don't think you'd appreciate being disappeared by some nascent dictatorship, Nautical SHore?

K_Dubb, Attend:

I don't believe there exists yet an Official Presidential Yacht:  this being the newest MAPA KamPain promise;  my inaugural vessel of this type shall be named "Navy Scented Dick Tater."

It will, of course;  be a Presidential Perquisite that will accompany folks leaving office and be given a rating of:  Nautical Weather Classified without the need of Presidential Memo, Federal Inspection or what-have-yew.

I think we could also institute some sort of Vice-Presidential thing of this nature.  ALthough, we will leave that for your Administration as you will be getting a Presidential Yacht after I retire from my first official 100 Daze in office.

The multi-votes would probably like that!

pate/K_Dubb 2024
"WHO shat in the interregnum?"


/self-reported:  off-topic


K_Dubb

Quote from: pate on August 30, 2022, 04:43:20 PMTwo Hundred Forty-two, Terrible Tuesday:"JEWELED ALIEN" : "ASS INDENT SEA" : "OVER ARCHON" : "AYE COMM OBLAST" : "PLANK, DON'T RUN"
I certainly hope it is Fake Noose!

It would be a shame if theythe hobo elite came after the both of us due to our obvious 2020 victory and continuing 2024 KamPain for the Presidaintcy!

Speaking of that:  I am already considering running in 2028 (I finally figured out a way to get around that pesky 22nd Amendment thing);  I trust I can Depend on you once again?

Hear, Muzak:


I know how fond you are of midnight knocks on your back door, but I don't think you'd appreciate being disappeared by some nascent dictatorship, Nautical SHore?

K_Dubb, Attend:

I don't believe there exists yet an Official Presidential Yacht:  this being the newest MAPA KamPain promise;  my inaugural vessel of this type shall be named "Navy Scented Dick Tater."

It will, of course;  be a Presidential Perquisite that will accompany folks leaving office and be given a rating of:  Nautical Weather Classified without the need of Presidential Memo, Federal Inspection or what-have-yew.

I think we could also institute some sort of Vice-Presidential thing of this nature.  ALthough, we will leave that for your Administration as you will be getting a Presidential Yacht after I retire from my first official 100 Daze in office.

The multi-votes would probably like that!

pate/K_Dubb 2024
"WHO shat in the interregnum?"


/self-reported:  off-topic



Dear sir, it is ever my honor and privilege to help me help you help myself to plums (the little yellow mirabelles are in season and I am happy to report that I gorged on them today; none will make it into a tart this year) and I gleefully accept the opportunity to run (shirtless) by your side in 2028 when I am certain we shall coast once more to an easy victory, though after so many successive celebrations with dogs and quite a lot of beer I fear your formidable eloquence may desert you and you may wish to skip the speech and instead simply inaugurate a dress, which I will gladly wear for the occasion.

Your surmise is correct, as I am sure your administration is the only one I would trust to knock on my back door at midnight in crapulous high sprits without fear of being disappeared or having my liberties violated in any other way.  Sadly.

A presidential yacht is a splendid idea!  Given the location of the PFDRP (I do hope I have those letters in the right order) I thought an old riverboat might be just the thing and after a quick search found this one



Which looks like it could be made into a comfortable floating palace without too much effort.  Or we could just sit on that cozy little balcony thing up there and drink beer with the dogs.  While shirtless, of course.  For my part, I would be content with a Vice-Presidential canoe as long as the paddler (I can not be trusted to paddle myself having literally paddled into a bridge abutment) is deft and broad-shouldered with a strong jaw and a smile that reaches his eye-teeth.

Yours faithfully,
kdubb



K_Dubb

Current theory is that it was an effort to Raise the Trumpkins from their shitposting and see if they would turn out, and only became a "prank" when it resulted in nothing more than a few loose stools.

My mom's trumpy neighbor has, in addition to the no-step-on-snek and American flag (sometimes upside down, sometimes right-side up in an arcane vexillogical kabuki whose rules I suspect are known only to him) a Bennington flag whose significance also escapes me but amuses the neighbors wonderfully. 



I want to suggest that he purchase a nautical flagpole or mast which is designed precisely for this kind of excessive drapery but I'm pretty sure I'd get shot



Is there a cipher I can consult to interpret these enigmatic flag-hoists, like my dad's old Bluejacket's Manual?

pate

Quote from: K_Dubb on August 30, 2022, 11:07:35 PM... and American flag (sometimes upside down, sometimes right-side up in an arcane vexillogical kabuki whose rules I suspect are known only to him) ...

Is there a cipher I can consult to interpret these enigmatic flag-hoists, like my dad's old Bluejacket's Manual?

Indeed, the official cipher is here (among other places):

https://www.military.com/flag-day/us-flag-code.html

The pertinent upside-down bit is:

§8. Respect for flag
    a. The flag should never be displayed with the union down, except as a signal of dire distress in instances of extreme danger to life or property...

In the way back olden days;  before Twatter, Fakebook, IntarTubes, Telephony (both wired and wireless), Telegraph, &tc existed:  military forts at the front, frontier forts, encampments on the Barbary Coast, et al would use the Upside Down Flag as a signal to patrols or other friendly units active in the area of the location under siege/attack.

It can still be used in Modern Times in this manner, if the besieging enemy in question has the ability to disrupt communications.  In short:



-p

ediot:  It could also be hoisted by the last able personMAN dying from whatever:  starvation, dehydration, dread plague, CornHoleEbola-22, &tc, forgive the late ediot, I see you have just quoted me somewhere ( the miraculous BellGab 2.0 never ceases to amaze, I used to have to go back to the main page to discover this type of information!)  Apogees, if it 'twas this one.

K_Dubb

Quote from: pate on August 30, 2022, 11:27:55 PMa. The flag should never be displayed with the union down, except as a signal of dire distress in instances of extreme danger to life or property...


Oh no!  Do you think I should knock on the door and offer to render assistance?  Other than the flag, things appear to be normal.  We think we heard a shop vac in the garage.

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