Actual Statements Jackstar Can't Say Aloud To Grapefruit

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Quote from: Jackstar on January 25, 2021, 08:40:54 PM
you will recall that talking about The Star is, in fact, an option. Think it over, I'll be over here, getting over something. Oh! That was fast.

https://youtu.be/xvqrp4KWRKk?t=333


Hey, if you have any troubles but you can't figure out how to solve, he might save you a lot of time if you start watching this video before calling somebody else if I happen to not be able to answer the phone.

I do plan to be able to answer the phone--you're not being abandoned, not by a long chalk--but for example I got to go to court this afternoon and won't be able to answer the phone there.

I will of course let you know how it goes. Really, all smiles here, and I hope I am likely to stay that way. I hope the same for you there. I will try to catch up to you later on--assuming the judge doesn't jail me on sight. But really, how likely could that be? actually don't know what time it's supposed to be there, but I don't feel tardy. I'll put you in jail for being tardy, do they? It's not like I think you'll know the answer for sure, but since it came up, I'll just mention, the last time I was tardy to court the penalty was that they murdered my parents.

I know, right? Well, it's probably for the best--they left behind all their stuff and their money and their (PROTECTED). It's better than a kick in the balls, that's for sure.

How many people have you ever kicked in the balls, anyway? Because I bet it's a lot. And because you kicked me in the dick and you didn't kick me in the balls, that's how I know you really love me. Love never dies, but true love never kicks a man in their balls, but if they do, an untrue love is not likely to survive any aftermath of any such event, while true love can only get stronger as a result. Want to know how I know? Of course I knew you had kicked me in the dick on purpose! That's when I saw your first tell! I forget what it was that I did that pissed you off, but I knew that it wasn't something you could admit that you'd found out about--I think you had broken into my email or something and I hadn't realized that yet. And for want of a nail... well, someone's kingdom is going to be lost, but it won't be mine. Or ours. May our Plausible Deniability remain intact for a thousand years.

See, I told you philosophy was a science. Hello, don't laugh, I know you don't think you need it because you could teleport but ways to stay out of prison or never bad to have. Because, you never know. Oh, well, yeah: I guess you do. Here let me phrase: one never knows, unless One Does. Windows. Linux. For you, they're all true. Whatever. Check you later.  Ciaopeace. Ilu! The news says it's raining in New Langley, and, no, actually, I have no reason to think that you know of any reason that phrase should make any sense to anyone whatsoever. I just like the sound of it. In my head.

🤍🚭🤍

I'll probably going to show up there! Today! In two hours? Perhaps. But, it has to be TODAY! You might want to mention it to Your Mother, The (PROTECTED). Yes, of course it is flattering. Well, not right now. Well, not right here. All right how about this: I'm going to sidegrade that occluded noun from "flattering" to accurate. Does that make it easier for you to believe that I'm not f****** with you? Yeah, I didn't think that would work. That would be too easy. Sigh. Okay, Honey... I'll just catch you later. I'm not going to lie: It might be 3 hours. I don't know. You will still be able to track my location, and I promise not to throw away my phone.

Well actually it's really an upgrade. Sidegrade is kind of a misnomer. And you know, flattery won't necessarily get you everywhere, but nothing counts more than accuracy. I bet you thought I didn't know that one. Oh there's a real smile! Thank God. I don't know what I could do if I never saw you really smile again, all my compasses are broken.

Yeah, that is weird, isn't it? They were all smashed in a tragic pointing accident. I just never had another reason to buy another compass ever again, especially since every single one that I picked up seems to have automatically broken itself. Or I just have a habit of picking up broken compasses. Hey, that's my new Indian nun name: Habits With Broken Compass. You might as well mention that to your mother too, the name that I sent to her a few months ago is not going to work anymore.

Oh, okay well you go urinate and I'm just going to leave. Yes, I'm sure you do have more questions. Call me later, Bye ox bye ox xxxoxen ilu


And for those you might be wondering, no I don't think that's an actual literal conversation I've had with her via telepathy. I'm not going to rule it out, but I'm not saying that I believe it to be certainly true. That would be crazy; but I am also certain that she's going to have to piss at some point: it's only a matter of time. The first one is a literary device and the last one is a literary allusion foreshadowing. I think. Now, I'm not so sure, after you asked me all these questions. Jesus, how long did this take? Now I have to piss!

Of course I miss her. This is Grapefruit we're talking about here. I love her. No, Greatfruit is... someone else. And wouldn't everyone else like to know too.

At least I don't have to explain that one. I thought it would never happen but, but it feels like my arm is getting a little tired, thought that was never going to happen again? Oh, wait, this is only in one arm. It must not be what happened before, it's probably just a stroke or a heart attack or something. I can handle a little thing like that, no problem, obviously--yeah they tried that heart attack gun already. How much was it per bullet? I heard 125k. Yeah how would I know? Yeah they tried four, and when they caught me laughing at them they stopped themselves in case magic number five was going to make things over. I swear to God I really haven't a couple years ago out of courthouse. I know, right? Where else would you use one? Of course I can't confirm that, it would be irresponsible of me to release confirmed classified information to the public right here in an open forum. You're welcome. Semper fi

Yes, I still have to piss. No it's not obsessive compulsive disorder. Well number one I'm not being obsessive, I'm being thorough, I don't want to have to do this again. This is like the fifth time. No it's probably just coincidence. Then, number two: this is not a disorder.

This is performance art.


Quote from: WOTR on January 25, 2021, 02:49:03 PM
If this is open for public contribution, then I would submit "I love you with all of my being" is an actual statement that Jackstar can't say aloud to Grapefruit. Possibly a different time, or an alternate universe. But not right now.

Wrong. Whatever she's doing; whoever she's (CENSORED); Believe you me: I am On Board. I'm sure she'll tell me later, she and I talked about this kind of thing already. Unless, are you watching her lie? well you know honestly I'll let that one go I don't care if she lies other people, I just don't want to lie to me any more, and it's really only because now that I've seen her tells it's no longer cute, it's more like badly applied makeup in bad lighting after eating badly prepared badly contaminated badly radioactive herring. I don't think anyone else can see it. I've seen her do it in front of a crowd of people at the grocery store, and they saw what I saw I'm sure at least more than one person would have run out of the store screaming, and who knows maybe that what other one was just a coincidence. Still, I know what I saw, and I've been made to scream by women before, and I felt a little of it, but then again can't really say for certain, or suffer from a lack of suffering. #JustBhuddhistThings

I'm sure it's just an illusion. I've been with her long enough and I've studied the occult long enough to know what the real thing is, Buddy. What do you think you know that I don't, huh? Try me.

Geas: satisfied. Case: closed. They even got a hammer? hang on to that for me I'm going to need to hit myself in the face with it later so it looks like I have a reason to have this broken jaw. Oh, trust me; that's a broken jaw, because a jaw that cannot even smirk or laugh or bust out with a guffaw, even a little, is not even a jaw at all.

No, I didn't break my jaw with a pipe. That's a funny joke though. Sorry I can't laugh, I got to go see a judge about a girlfriend. No not her--no really. But, wouldn't that be funny? Hilarious! I'll tell you how it goes later. I promise. Tell brig I love her, so long, and thanks for all the Voxers.

Jackstar

Quote from: Jackstar on January 26, 2021, 10:52:08 AM
https://youtu.be/xvqrp4KWRKk?t=333


Hey, if you have any troubles but you can't figure out how to solve, he might save you a lot of time if you start watching this video before calling somebody else if I happen to not be able to answer the phone.

I do plan to be able to answer the phone--you're not being abandoned, not by a long chalk--but for example I got to go to court this afternoon and won't be able to answer the phone there.

I will of course let you know how it goes. Really, all smiles here, and I hope I am likely to stay that way. I hope the same for you there. I will try to catch up to you later on--assuming the judge doesn't jail me on sight. But really, how likely could that be? actually don't know what time it's supposed to be there, but I don't feel tardy. I'll put you in jail for being tardy, do they? It's not like I think you'll know the answer for sure, but since it came up, I'll just mention, the last time I was tardy to court the penalty was that they murdered my parents.

I know, right? Well, it's probably for the best--they left behind all their stuff and their money and their (PROTECTED). It's better than a kick in the balls, that's for sure.

How many people have you ever kicked in the balls, anyway? Because I bet it's a lot. And because you kicked me in the dick and you didn't kick me in the balls, that's how I know you really love me. Love never dies, but true love never kicks a man in their balls, but if they do, an untrue love is not likely to survive any aftermath of any such event, while true love can only get stronger as a result. Want to know how I know? Of course I knew you had kicked me in the dick on purpose! That's when I saw your first tell! I forget what it was that I did that pissed you off, but I knew that it wasn't something you could admit that you'd found out about--I think you had broken into my email or something and I hadn't realized that yet. And for want of a nail... well, someone's kingdom is going to be lost, but it won't be mine. Or ours. May our Plausible Deniability remain intact for a thousand years.

See, I told you philosophy was a science. Hello, don't laugh, I know you don't think you need it because you could teleport, but ways to stay out of prison are never bad to have. Because, you never know. By the way, my word choice of "could" above and not "can't" was not a typo. Oh, well, yeah: I guess you do. Here let me phrase: one never knows, unless One Does. Windows. Linux. For you, they're all true. Whatever. Check you later.  Ciaopeace. Ilu! The news says it's raining in New Langley, and, no, actually, I have no reason to think that you know of any reason that phrase should make any sense to anyone whatsoever. I just like the sound of it. In my head.

🤍🚭🤍

now here's how you know it wasn't me that turned off your teleporter: I don't have any such kind of ability of the kind, I'm just a drug addict. Yeah I know really that's all I am nothing but. I know such a disappointment right? And if I could remove anything of your your abilities like that, I wouldn't remove your teleportation I'd remove your ability to whine. Christ, yes, it's that bad. For the love of God I'm begging you get some therapy. Honestly, how bad could it be? You're already starting to lose superpowers. I hope and pray for your sake that eternal beauty is the last one you have to lose before finally being at last claimed by the sweet release of death, because as a Virgo I agree with you: to be ugly is to be worse than to be dead, especially when you got me around. I can resurrect you but there's not a lot I can do about ugly that cuts all the way to the bone, and Baby, you know me, I've got some old bones, and they have told me some ugly stories lately, believe you me. Yeah I know. Don't worry about it. Let's move on. I really have to piss now and I bet you know why. Heh heh.

I'll probably going to show up there! Today! In two hours? Perhaps. But, it has to be TODAY! You might want to mention it to Your Mother, The (PROTECTED). Yes, of course it is flattering. Well, not right now. Well, not right here. All right how about this: I'm going to sidegrade that occluded noun from "flattering" to accurate. Does that make it easier for you to believe that I'm not f****** with you? Yeah, I didn't think that would work. That would be too easy. Sigh. Okay, Honey... I'll just catch you later. I'm not going to lie: It might be 3 hours. I don't know. You will still be able to track my location, and I promise not to throw away my phone.

Well actually it's really an upgrade. Sidegrade is kind of a misnomer. And you know, flattery won't necessarily get you everywhere, but nothing counts more than accuracy. I bet you thought I didn't know that one. Oh there's a real smile! Thank God. I don't know what I could do if I never saw you really smile again, all my compasses are broken.

Yeah, that is weird, isn't it? They were all smashed in a tragic pointing accident. I just never had another reason to buy another compass ever again, especially since every single one that I picked up seems to have automatically broken itself. Or I just have a habit of picking up broken compasses. Hey, that's my new Indian nun name: Habits With Broken Compass. You might as well mention that to your mother too, the name that I sent to her a few months ago is not going to work anymore.

Oh, okay well you go urinate and I'm just going to leave. Yes, I'm sure you do have more questions. Call me later, Bye ox bye ox xxxoxen ilu


And for those you might be wondering, no I don't think that's an actual literal conversation I've had with her via telepathy. I'm not going to rule it out, but I'm not saying that I believe it to be certainly true. That would be crazy; but I am also certain that she's going to have to piss at some point: it's only a matter of time. The first one is a literary device and the last one is a literary allusion foreshadowing. I think. Now, I'm not so sure, after you asked me all these questions. Jesus, how long did this take? Now I have to piss!

Of course I miss her. This is Grapefruit we're talking about here. I love her. No, Greatfruit is... someone else. And wouldn't everyone else like to know too.

At least I don't have to explain that one. I thought it would never happen but, but it feels like my arm is getting a little tired, thought that was never going to happen again? Oh, wait, this is only in one arm. It must not be what happened before, it's probably just a stroke or a heart attack or something. I can handle a little thing like that, no problem, obviously--yeah they tried that heart attack gun already. How much was it per bullet? I heard 125k. Yeah how would I know? Yeah they tried four, and when they caught me laughing at them they stopped themselves in case magic number five was going to make things over. I swear to God I really haven't a couple years ago out of courthouse. I know, right? Where else would you use one? Of course I can't confirm that, it would be irresponsible of me to release confirmed classified information to the public right here in an open forum. You're welcome. Semper fi

Yes, I still have to piss. No it's not obsessive compulsive disorder. Well number one I'm not being obsessive, I'm being thorough, I don't want to have to do this again. This is like the fifth time. No it's probably just coincidence. Then, number two: this is not a disorder.

This is performance, Art. Just imagine if you would have answered the phone for the real thing even once. Just one time. Imagine the smell as you would have crapped your pants. Yeah, you thought you do. Now you really do. Hugs. Stick around yeah you're good of course I forgive you bye


Wrong. Whatever she's doing; whoever she's (CENSORED); Believe you me: I am On Board. I'm sure she'll tell me later, she and I talked about this kind of thing already. Unless, are you watching her lie? well you know honestly I'll let that one go I don't care if she lies other people, I just don't want to lie to me any more, and it's really only because now that I've seen her tells it's no longer cute, it's more like badly applied makeup in bad lighting after eating badly prepared badly contaminated badly radioactive herring. I don't think anyone else can see it. I've seen her do it in front of a crowd of people at the grocery store, and they saw what I saw I'm sure at least more than one person would have run out of the store screaming, and who knows maybe that what other one was just a coincidence. Still, I know what I saw, and I've been made to scream by women before, and I felt a little of it, but then again can't really say for certain, or suffer from a lack of suffering. #JustBhuddhistThings

I'm sure it's just an illusion. I've been with her long enough and I've studied the occult long enough to know what the real thing is, Buddy. What do you think you know that I don't, huh? Try me.

Geas: satisfied. Case: closed. They even got a hammer? hang on to that for me I'm going to need to hit myself in the face with it later so it looks like I have a reason to have this broken jaw. Oh, trust me; that's a broken jaw, because a jaw that cannot even smirk or laugh or bust out with a guffaw, even a little, is not even a jaw at all.

No, I didn't break my jaw with a pipe. That's a funny joke though. Sorry I can't laugh, I got to go see a judge about a girlfriend. No not her--no really. But, wouldn't that be funny? Hilarious! I'll tell you how it goes later. I promise. Tell brig I love her, so long, and thanks for all the Voxers.

That's... odd. Greatfruit never bothers to duplicate my posts at home. There must be something extra special about this one. I don't even know what buttons I would have had to have pushed to make that happen, I know for a fact I didn't want to post it twice... I'll be honest, Kids, I've been handled by this Thing of Hers for quite long enough, I can assure you. It's still a great gig though! I would totally do it for free forever if I could.

It'll starve quick.

Cool OXOX.



Jackstar

Quote from: Jackstar on January 31, 2021, 12:06:51 PM
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Replicants are like any other machine: they're either a benefit, or they're a hazard. If they're a benefit, they're not my problem.



Jackstar

I'm on the angels protected by boats. The Charles Townsend Detective Agency goes the extra mile. THE BALANCE OF POWER SHALL BE MAINTAINED.

I bet this is exciting, because I have no idea what is going on. Always a bridesmaid, never a bride--it's the story of my life.

Fortunately, I do not care. I wish I'd gotten three barbecues again. This last one is taunting me--it'd be actually peeking out of the bag if it thought it could get away with it, but this is an hallucination.


Jackstar

Dear grapefruit,

I wrote three or four paragraphs about your dad but then I deleted them because they were completely worthless to everyone including him. Oh I wrote them good. It's just inconsequential.

Hey remember that time you were maybe 30 yards from gas station and you called him up and told him that I had driven us out in the middle of forest and we were out in the middle of nowhere and there was no gas and he asked him what to do? I still don't understand why you did that. However the vicious shrill scream that he spit out when I told him to go eat a bag of dicks..  that was a good one. It was worth it. It made me feel good to realize that even though he was required by custom to pretend to be mad at me I'm sure he was thrilled that he was able to tell you what was what and didn't give any s*** about what he had to say.

Or maybe he has some other approximation of emotion I don't really care You can tell him I wrote to him though and then I deleted it. Maybe he'll think that's cool. Or, maybe he'll tell you what his problem was. I'm sure you wouldn't tell me after that, but you know at least then you would know. Then when you look down your nose at me feeling all superior and snooty that would be better for you and then I'll feel like you're looking at me like an old man.

By the way I still don't have a job. but I have no reason to hide that from you, so you can be assured if I haven't told you, I'm still an unemployed bum and I'll be sure to tell you right away soon as I'm working for anybody or with anybody or doing anything that works I'll be sure to let you know.

and conversely I don't have anything to hide right now but I'm tired of writing to you, do you like to make do with what I've created for you until something else is created. You're probably manage. I really don't know why you wouldn't.

well I suppose if you get caught up obsessing about what I'm hiding for you that might slow you down but what's the likelihood that's going to happen? Okay now I got to go see a guy about a thing somewhere else Don't take any wooden nickels say the magic words and you're not going to think at all, and when you told me that spelling the word magic with a k was satanic I could no longer take you credibly as a serious human being. not just that you don't know anything about it but you thought that one little letter was enough to judge somebody and you didn't in front of people and you did it with another man and you did it over and over, and guess what I still think you were f****** stupid, and him too

Oh but you let everybody know what you thought the letter K meant, so you got that going for you. One little victory.

you'll remember this the next time you think I'm saying something in public that you don't like. I'll remind you then too if I get a chance.

It was when you visibly preferred drooling around with that guy, to actually talking to me about anything important, that I began to realize, there was really nothing real about you with me. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter--I know it's a while ago that you are a lot like a numb mannequin these days, hello you probably live on up some with your real friends--but it was around this time that I realized that you were not working to make a good impression on me or you didn't think you needed to make a good impression on me and from that point forward until you came back I never really thought it was any of my business how many stupid decisions you made.

so of course when you told me that it was my idea for you to go, I thought to myself when did she decide the gaslightung was a good idea? It must have been around the time when you realize that you would prefer that I am not being enamored with you anymore because it's really starting to fade and dribble away when I consider how you've stealthily and kindly behaved in ways that an intellectual person would find vile and nauseating, without overdoing it too much, and now I'm at the point where you know if I wake up and I got leukemia, well you know hoops and you're not going to miss me will be fine whatever.

and that if you woke up and had to leukemia, would you even tell me? say I didn't know if you'd remember you would probably just block it out.

and the bright side you get those cancer drugs you know you can get so f****** high that you're going to not feel your cancer and then get the f*** out. Or something I don't remember.

And when it comes to why I'm so irritated today, neither does she. I think this would be a great opportunity for her to think about it and come to some conclusions but I came to realize...  It's of no concern to her. It probably is matters more that I'm writing so sloppily and not bothering proofread or even make much sense. She knows I can write she's seen it she's been around, and now she sees me ready to her and I don't get a f*** Who are you? A likely story. I don't even need to be here do I?

I think I just realized that my main purpose here is to buy this guy's daughter a house because he's too much of a f****** loser to do it and then just put her in it with her two kids and then go after smokes and then leave for Europe and then send them a text and say okay I bought a house by and then and then he'll know if I loved her or not.

well that is if she admits to it or talks to him she really up in the air things. I know right? It's quite a deal. I'm grateful I don't have to worry about that anymore, all I guess I didn't really have to but I felt as though I it was the best way to think about things and then after thought about who I realized dude's a fuss and dupe he didn't care at all. If he did he wouldn't have f****** done it. So don't worry catch up to therapy later.

Make sure you get a chance you can condemn me for being whatever I want to be because you would know better than me right.

It's amazing I still have enthusiasm. I still believe you can't find anybody you don't have an easier time pretending to be impressed with, and although it took a lot of the enthusiasm out of me to right all those words, I guess I wouldn't mind if they got the inspection done pretty soon. But remember from my point of view soon as I get that handled it's just the sooner I got to hurry up and move so I can watch your children learn to say thank you. I've seen them say it to you once in awhile but I don't know if they understand the rules on how to say it, it's supposed to be said when it's appropriate.

Maybe I could just live in a Zeppelin. Then I could always jump. I don't know how you be able to tell who I was working with behind your back though, maybe you'd have to get a special crow that can haul it ass and fly up that high and still report back to you like a little snitch b****.

You've had this kind of thing happen before haven't you? Kind of lost all interest. Or recognized it for the phantasm it was. Speaking of which I'd love to see and hear those police reports I compare them to my own experience and then I'll figure out which person is lying which one's telling the truth and then I'll just know and then I won't tell either of you and I'll just leave and do whatever I want and ignore you What do you think? Yeah I thought you think it was a good idea



AZZERAE

Quote from: Jackstar on February 04, 2021, 09:01:38 AM
Dear grapefruit,

I wrote three or four paragraphs about your dad but then I deleted them because they were completely worthless to everyone including him. Oh I wrote them good. It's just inconsequential.

Hey remember that time you were maybe 30 yards from gas station and you called him up and told him that I had driven us out in the middle of forest and we were out in the middle of nowhere and there was no gas and he asked him what to do? I still don't understand why you did that. However the vicious shrill scream that he spit out when I told him to go eat a bag of dicks..  that was a good one. It was worth it. It made me feel good to realize that even though he was required by custom to pretend to be mad at me I'm sure he was thrilled that he was able to tell you what was what and didn't give any s*** about what he had to say.

Or maybe he has some other approximation of emotion I don't really care You can tell him I wrote to him though and then I deleted it. Maybe he'll think that's cool. Or, maybe he'll tell you what his problem was. I'm sure you wouldn't tell me after that, but you know at least then you would know. Then when you look down your nose at me feeling all superior and snooty that would be better for you and then I'll feel like you're looking at me like an old man.

By the way I still don't have a job. but I have no reason to hide that from you, so you can be assured if I haven't told you, I'm still an unemployed bum and I'll be sure to tell you right away soon as I'm working for anybody or with anybody or doing anything that works I'll be sure to let you know.

and conversely I don't have anything to hide right now but I'm tired of writing to you, do you like to make do with what I've created for you until something else is created. You're probably manage. I really don't know why you wouldn't.

well I suppose if you get caught up obsessing about what I'm hiding for you that might slow you down but what's the likelihood that's going to happen? Okay now I got to go see a guy about a thing somewhere else Don't take any wooden nickels say the magic words and you're not going to think at all, and when you told me that spelling the word magic with a k was satanic I could no longer take you credibly as a serious human being. not just that you don't know anything about it but you thought that one little letter was enough to judge somebody and you didn't in front of people and you did it with another man and you did it over and over, and guess what I still think you were f****** stupid, and him too

Oh but you let everybody know what you thought the letter K meant, so you got that going for you. One little victory.

you'll remember this the next time you think I'm saying something in public that you don't like. I'll remind you then too if I get a chance.

It was when you visibly preferred drooling around with that guy, to actually talking to me about anything important, that I began to realize, there was really nothing real about you with me. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter--I know it's a while ago that you are a lot like a numb mannequin these days, hello you probably live on up some with your real friends--but it was around this time that I realized that you were not working to make a good impression on me or you didn't think you needed to make a good impression on me and from that point forward until you came back I never really thought it was any of my business how many stupid decisions you made.

so of course when you told me that it was my idea for you to go, I thought to myself when did she decide the gaslightung was a good idea? It must have been around the time when you realize that you would prefer that I am not being enamored with you anymore because it's really starting to fade and dribble away when I consider how you've stealthily and kindly behaved in ways that an intellectual person would find vile and nauseating, without overdoing it too much, and now I'm at the point where you know if I wake up and I got leukemia, well you know hoops and you're not going to miss me will be fine whatever.

and that if you woke up and had to leukemia, would you even tell me? say I didn't know if you'd remember you would probably just block it out.

and the bright side you get those cancer drugs you know you can get so f****** high that you're going to not feel your cancer and then get the f*** out. Or something I don't remember.

And when it comes to why I'm so irritated today, neither does she. I think this would be a great opportunity for her to think about it and come to some conclusions but I came to realize...  It's of no concern to her. It probably is matters more that I'm writing so sloppily and not bothering proofread or even make much sense. She knows I can write she's seen it she's been around, and now she sees me ready to her and I don't get a f*** Who are you? A likely story. I don't even need to be here do I?

I think I just realized that my main purpose here is to buy this guy's daughter a house because he's too much of a f****** loser to do it and then just put her in it with her two kids and then go after smokes and then leave for Europe and then send them a text and say okay I bought a house by and then and then he'll know if I loved her or not.

well that is if she admits to it or talks to him she really up in the air things. I know right? It's quite a deal. I'm grateful I don't have to worry about that anymore, all I guess I didn't really have to but I felt as though I it was the best way to think about things and then after thought about who I realized dude's a fuss and dupe he didn't care at all. If he did he wouldn't have f****** done it. So don't worry catch up to therapy later.

Make sure you get a chance you can condemn me for being whatever I want to be because you would know better than me right.

It's amazing I still have enthusiasm. I still believe you can't find anybody you don't have an easier time pretending to be impressed with, and although it took a lot of the enthusiasm out of me to right all those words, I guess I wouldn't mind if they got the inspection done pretty soon. But remember from my point of view soon as I get that handled it's just the sooner I got to hurry up and move so I can watch your children learn to say thank you. I've seen them say it to you once in awhile but I don't know if they understand the rules on how to say it, it's supposed to be said when it's appropriate.

Maybe I could just live in a Zeppelin. Then I could always jump. I don't know how you be able to tell who I was working with behind your back though, maybe you'd have to get a special crow that can haul it ass and fly up that high and still report back to you like a little snitch b****.

You've had this kind of thing happen before haven't you? Kind of lost all interest. Or recognized it for the phantasm it was. Speaking of which I'd love to see and hear those police reports I compare them to my own experience and then I'll figure out which person is lying which one's telling the truth and then I'll just know and then I won't tell either of you and I'll just leave and do whatever I want and ignore you What do you think? Yeah I thought you think it was a good idea

Why don't you keep your faggoty love/hate letters to your girlfriend between you and your girlfriend, and spare us all the cursory scroll scroll scroll. Please.

Dr. MD MD

Quote from: AZZERAE on February 04, 2021, 01:41:07 PM
Why don't you keep your faggoty love/hate letters to your girlfriend between you and your girlfriend, and spare us all the cursory scroll scroll scroll. Please.

I think that they think that we’re somehow entertained by it and that it’s most likely all just “performance art.” It’s just not a performance I care to see anymore.

AZZERAE

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on February 04, 2021, 01:46:20 PM
I think that they think that we’re somehow entertained by it and that it’s most likely all just “performance art.” It’s just not a performance I care to see anymore.

I don't think she's very into it at all, anymore. But thats just, like, my opinion, man.

Jackstar

Quote from: AZZERAE on February 04, 2021, 02:02:36 PM
I don't think she's very into it at all, anymore.

Exactly who is into it at all? Count me out. I'm just here for the five to five daily spiritwalk.

Quote from: AZZERAE on February 04, 2021, 02:02:36 PM
But thats just, like, my opinion, man.

Was it your opinion or was it borne out by evidence that I was "working" with DVR? I am going to hit the nuclear C4 option on this as I track down the latest fucking heist. It's like in Defender. Except I am pairbonded with this one. So because he is, and some others, are FUCKING INSANE, it became apparent that I cannot work with this durfturder. Because Wayfarer would routinely lose her stuffing in ways supposedly worth altering behavior for.

And immediately, I'm like, "can we just lock her up?"

Okay, yeah, no, so whatever you told her, somehow someone told her that I am not the best person to call for my employment news updates--like, fancy that, WTAF, I also blow goats--so she's all... triggered? Is that what the kids call it these days?

Okay so she's so triggered she says go get a new girl. I'm all, is this my day? And I'm all, no, I have to do a edit thing, I've become tired of my own words.

Jackstar

Quote from: Jackstar on February 04, 2021, 04:27:28 PM
And immediately, I'm like, "can we just lock her up?"

You're off the team. Pack your shit. I'm tired of typing your name anyway. There are no projects that are Fruit-critical--there are no projects that are Fruit. Your deal is horse dick and your lawyer is an abject fucking retard. You completely dropped the end on the communication arrangements and I have to say it doesn't even matter because you didn't even communicate anyway. You could not have shanked it harder if you had driven into a bus. You'll probably be fired in the morning. It depends on which exit package gets you the fuck out of Dodge with a minimum of hassle. Hassle for me: hassle for you is expected to be part of your joy and delight in life and you may well get another level of hassle upgrade in the end for all that. Meanwhile at least I don't have a cat and a pussy staring me down for fucking nothing every hour every minute.

You are very clearly jammed up past your little globular cheekbones. Further it's way out of my area already and even if I had a keen interest it would already be long gone. I do not understand how you fail to recognize these dangers and how you aren't really working any kind of protocol and now you're slipped out that easy and I do not have the resources to track it down. So you go.

Yeah, right--You are wrong. WRONG TEAM.

Jackstar

Quote from: AZZERAE on February 04, 2021, 02:02:36 PM
I don't think she's very into it at all, anymore. But thats just, like, my opinion, man.

42 ways to get off the res and she picks every single one of them, roundtrip Blackjack. I hope when she gets delivered they give her another cute little hat.


AZZERAE

Quote from: Jackstar on February 04, 2021, 09:58:25 PM
42 ways to get off the res and she picks every single one of them, roundtrip Blackjack. I hope when she gets delivered they give her another cute little hat.




Jackstar

QuoteI don't get you? I'm not supposed to get you--you're supposed to get Me."

There is some debate over whether I was referring to my (CENSORED) or not. I will leave that as an exercise for The Student, at this time.


Class... IN SESSION. tieit?

Jackstar

Quote from: JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DREAMSFUCK YOU. I'm not the boss of him."

If I keep getting hung up on--at this rate, this thread is gonna run out of room.


Jackstar

Quote from: Jackstar on February 05, 2021, 09:13:32 PM
Let's check in with Upgrayedd.

https://youtu.be/D1xbWW0Ejmw?t=5333
https://youtu.be/D1xbWW0Ejmw?t=5648
https://youtu.be/GmNuqj1T4Wk?t=780

https://youtu.be/JwOH4Gq6kV4?t=2506
https://youtu.be/JwOH4Gq6kV4?list=UUUrkOmXvcHOX4A1ratGe5Wg&t=2590


Quote from: Jackstar on February 05, 2021, 03:19:14 PM
Class... IN SESSION. tieit?

I guess it does look pretty arrogant if one simply assumes that I am joking about everything. I'm sorry about that. I will see what I can do.

Pffft. Like that ever happens. Whoops, there's that arrogance of mine again. I AM THAT I AM.


Jackstar

Quote from: Jackstar on February 06, 2021, 01:06:25 PM
I guess it does look pretty arrogant if one simply assumes that I am joking about everything. I'm sorry about that. I will see what I can do.

I get a lot of commands. I am not gonna lie.


Quote from: K_Dubb on February 12, 2021, 01:54:57 AM
she must inevitably feel superfluous after a while, grow resentful, and use the secret as blackmail.

This only happens to the ones with children who don't take to the discipline, or are literally dumped into a woodchipper without being given a chance, at all, at all.

For example, none of this is happening to Grapefruit. She knows that she is not superfluous, but she has in the past hollered at me for being so myself... because if she had known that I was serious when I told her I was planning to do what I said--I mean, she asked, I answered, do I look like I'm lying, did It look like I was stuttering?--she probably wouldn't have assumed that nothing I was doing had any purpose except wasting time and making fun of her.

I think that's what her kids were planning on. I'm not sure where else she might have gotten that idea from. In any event, well I have known this for certain for many many moons now, in recent days it's become apparent--I don't hate her children at all. I don't hate anyone. I barely hate hate. And there is genuine love there for your children, I would rather give them a meal than slaughter them in their sleep to save them for the dreaded third wave of COVID.

SO: just so that we're all clear now. Amy woman, number one, looks sad unhappy and superfluous with life when she tells lies about me. I have some experience with this. Imagine how bad the guilt smells when the tribal shaman has to brew up a potion to save her soul from being harvested by wendigos or whatever she's going on with. I'm not going to lie, it's not my business, it's not my area, and I respect it way more than it sounds like. To people who decline to avail themselves of freely available information. I don't need to name any names.

I will say that Grapefruit was absolutely mistaken when she said I was making fun of her disabled son, I was making fun of her (PROTECTED), who isn't disabled, no one mentioned or heard about anything "disabled" from me--this woman doxxed herself immediately on arrival, later blamed me and then raged against The Jackstar Machine for long enough to then doxx her own progeny--although, is "disabled" supposed to be a secret? Seems like it humanizes him, at least it explains the miserable attitude, he's not even all that "disabled" other than, he fucking well is disabled, by legal definition of law.

Now mind you, I don't wanna talk about this, but I was distinct in my not mentioning any "disability." Then she played the card herself, and attributed that to me. Huh. We all understand that this provides enough goulash power to brighten several villages for a couple days, right? Oh, and MV killed Assange. Huh, nothing trembles. I guess it only works with boobs.

He's a lot more "able" now that he's figured out that Jackstar knows what the fuck is going on, his mother barely knows whether to wind her shit or piss on her watch--and if name-calling is the worst fear a parent has, that's great, you know, I'm probably not going to take out my frustrations with life on mocking a diabolical spingrifter, when I can just do that more directly on Bellgab. Talk about a sheltered childhood. I mean, at least I didn't call him a thief or an E.T. or a union plumber? Jesus, WTAF.

So to speak. On the bright side, he's wrong she's amazing she's just sick of his bullshit, and he's right He can listen to me. although I have no children, I now have personal knowledge, like to be a parent, and have no problem choosing between the choice of helping and encouraging one's progeny with love... Or literally just grinding up and making stew. I would love that stew, though. But leave a kid in a coma and weep? Huh. I am still not seeing it. You guys don't all know that Afterlife is legit, huh? That must be awkward, Puny Teenylings. Rub it out more.

I mean he's not mine but... I can see how I would make the stew only and very rare occasions, and since I'm no bigot, yeah I made a bad kid and I had to respawn him, I would do it right magic or no magick. Is this really an outrageous philosophy in this day and age of "Bat Soup Virus," omg "Masks!" and "Learn To Cook, Aiiiieeeee!"


Do not mess with the best in 2021, werd. I'm just the loudmouth gray hound. There's plenty of invisible ones. I guess? Oh, right, I'm a lunatic or something, yeah okay sure. Hunter Biden got a book deal, Trump stole the football. And I'm supposed to, what, cringe? Sure. Right. Hang on. *snap* See that? Most of you don't even know if I did anything for real or not, and won't unless someone tells you. And that was just on a whim.


Anyway, that looks fixed. They really are adorable little tykes, and if I had been told straight up that my destiny was to separate them from her, I wouldn't have taken three and a half years to do it gently. I would have legit just taken her and ran, and brought her back all ringed up with new face tattoos. Can't imagine how much that would have been certain people off. But would they blend? I dunno, ask her, gimme all your firewater, I'm immune to the bends. No really. /flex.

I think this way is better. I think the only person's upset is... Well, Grapefruit, because I told her I was going to make a military school, but it was the last minute decision to write the bylaws so as to forbid produce from attending any classes, meeting, meal gatherings, bingo events or energy sessions involving more than 8 or 9 partners at a time. Actually some more rules and reasons that various fruit and vegetable items aren't allowed to attend my military school, mostly because... Well, it's code, and then for another thing, she can just change into a crow or a salamander or a closely related together clump of liking on the edge of a blog near an icicle. She doesn't have to be a Grapefruit. Something prefers it, to anything resembling the reality.

Unicorn. I told youL unicorn. Do you know why? Because I knew nobody would believe me. You still don't. You know why? Mostly, number one, the funords. Secondly... None of you asked me what those actually are. Here's a hint: I still don't know what a mermaid is, other than cover. I mean, I did ask, and got the expected response, and then... hey, neat, I don't have to explain Sourcery. This gig is the teats.

I'll notice I've been here 7 years right? I'm actually drawing a blank, what did you all think I was here for? Because I made things pretty clear. At least, I thought I did. Things got a little hazy when they killed Gene Mallove and then started trying to scare harmless nutters. Oh, I guess they aren't harmless, huh? Like, who would bother otherwise?


Don't ask. I don't feel like pretending I'm an idiot for the rest of the night, I put in a full day today. Bells, whistles, the Teddy Ruxpin Animal Totem Expansion Pack, extra gumballs, and absolutely no fucks given that had ever been given before. I supposedly can say no more, but I am pretty sure... I captured a (CLASSIFIED).

And of course, then let it go. I didn't even get a Wendigo licence. I'm gonna get one now? Yeah, no... having established dominance, I'm content to keep a silent vigil. (These are words. No one care hear them if you keep your yap shut, Kids. Who's on blast? Jesus, right? State secrets? Well.


I am The State.) Can you believe it? I have to do this kind of shit on command? Seriously, I have to put on a brave face. Future zygotes depend on the light of my sunlight and golden human touch, I can't halfass it from this point anymore.

I'm told. Hey, retarded zygotes? Why not? I mean, it clearly worked in Minnesota for awhile. And I get half-ass instruction, but I'm to create top-tier product... mostly double-handed. Huh. Interesting diplomatic rules some people have, n'est-ce pas? Pinch them, they'll know it's a dream, and will then perhaps stop (CENSORED) for once. Just fucking once.


Posted twice because... well, hi pate. Can you believe it? No one knows who you are. Or I hear a lot of lies about you. Who has this time? Oh, right--you have tits, you're in disguise. And the dogs are minions. Or, well, were. You know, the first time I saw Timetwister, I was like, "Wow, that's awesome! So cool! Wow you have deck with 20 of them? Golly, I'm impressed. Where can I get one? Oh, they're expensive and hard to find, huh? I see then, I'll watch you think I don't realize that means you think I'm sub-human trash. Oh, did your marriage fall apart because your wife saw you do things and I had no reason to hide them? Well, that's too bad. On the downside, I guess she did think I was just retarded, and not performing my civil duty, but I was pretty sure you'd use that gun of yours PDQ if I told your wife, "Wow, your husband is a total asshole. Does he think that helps? Brain damage, huh? No, actually, he is just a grifting shitbag asshole, not sure why, but golly, did he sure try to play the wrong kid. Oh, no reason. Nah, it's personal. Well maybe you should TALK TO YOUR HUSBAND, SPACE CADET. Wow, imagine that, you think he's a dick too? And you think this is just a card game? And he thinks he's using me, huh? Well... tell you what."

"A lot of guys named Michael are actually kikel and they got grandfathered in when a brave group... this one time... excuse me, did you ask me what a kikel is? Oh, you're adorable. You're an NPC, right? Oh look, there's another brainwash victim. Well, tell you what, no, and also, when you all suicide from despair, come find me, because I already lived through public school and nine years of servitude, I don't need to worry about anything ever getting worse, ever again."

"Well, because I can just make a rape joke any time I want now, with no fear of reprisal. Cool, huh? Yeah, most people don't. But a few get real enchanted. And now you're ticker-typed. Thanks for listening!"


I barely remember her name. Donna? No! Tara! Terra? Tear a fucking page out of a book and just stare at it? Wow, that must be nice. Yeah, I'll be long gone by then. He will have no idea what happened. Shit, I barely do either. Cookie? Well, yeah, obviously, hey you wanna buy a car that isn't white, or just, like, buy more hype? Right. Oxygen. It explains it all. Oh, like you were elaborate.

In four years, someone is gonna be hugely delighted, and if anyone ever tells me I'm not doing things that need to be seen as being done, I'm going to literally go downtown and bring back onanism. Don't think I can't do it. No /flex here... as a courtesy.

Jackstar

Quote from: pate on February 08, 2021, 03:12:21 AM
https://youtu.be/E6QOr-oCTwU

Just let me rule who gets to get laid. A little zap of cancer here, a little spot of aneurysm there, it'll be a race of superbeings before you know it. Trust me.


Oh... who says we're not? Huh. No wonder I never heard of that before. What's dead can never die or leave a body or a trail of evidence, right? Cool.

Don't get too excited, Kids. This is Allegory. Try a bigger dictionary before stoning Big Cranium Weirdo. Thanks. Also, I am not making you feel things. You've just never felt envy before. Imagine that.

Silphion

Quote from: Jackstar on February 12, 2021, 02:29:36 AM
This only happens to the ones with children who don't take to the discipline, or are literally dumped into a woodchipper without being given a chance, at all, at all.

For example, none of this is happening to Grapefruit. She knows that she is not superfluous, but she has in the past hollered at me for being so myself... because if she had known that I was serious when I told her I was planning to do what I said--I mean, she asked, I answered, do I look like I'm lying, did It look like I was stuttering?--she probably wouldn't have assumed that nothing I was doing had any purpose except wasting time and making fun of her.

I think that's what her kids were planning on. I'm not sure where else she might have gotten that idea from. In any event, well I have known this for certain for many many moons now, in recent days it's become apparent--I don't hate her children at all. I don't hate anyone. I barely hate hate. And there is genuine love there for your children, I would rather give them a meal than slaughter them in their sleep to save them for the dreaded third wave of COVID.

SO: just so that we're all clear now. That woman, number one, looks sad unhappy and superfluous with life when she tells lies about me. Imagine how bad the guilt smells when the tribal shaman has to brew up a potion to save her soul from being harvested by wendigos or whatever she's going on with. I'm not going to lie, it's not my business, it's not my area, and I respect it way more than it sounds like. To people who decline to avail themselves of freely available information. I don't need to name any names.

I will say that grapefruit was absolutely mistaken when she said I was making fun of her disabled son, I was making fun of her protected, who isn't disabled, no one mentioned or heard about anything disabled from me--This woman docks herself blamed me and then raged against the jagstar machine for long enough to then docks her owns on, who's not even all that disabled other is disabled but he's a lot more able to now that he's figured out that Jackson knows what the f*** is going on, and mother barely knows whether to wind her s*** on her watch.

So to speak. On the bright side, he's wrong she's amazing she's just sick of his b*******, and he's right He can listen to me. although I have no children, I now notice like to be a parent, and have no problem choosing between the choice of helping and encouraging one's progeny with love... Or literally just grinding up and making stew.

I mean he's not mine but... I can see how I would make the stew only and very rare occasions, and since I'm no bigot, yeah I made a bad kid and I had to respawn him, I would do it right magic or no magick.

Anyway, that looks fixed. They really are adorable little tykes, and if I had been told straight up that my destiny was to separate them from her, I wouldn't take them three and a half years to do it gently. I would have legit just taken her and ran, and brought her back all ringed up with new face tattoos. Can't imagine how much that would have been certain people off.

I think this way is better. I think the only person's upset is... Well, grapefruit, because I told her I was going to make a military school, but it was the last minute decision to write the bylaws so as to forbid produce from attending any classes, meeting, meal gatherings, bingo events or energy sessions involving more than 8 or 9 partners at a time.

Actually some more rules and reasons that various fruit and vegetable items aren't allowed to attend my military school, mostly because... Well, it's code, and then for another thing, she can just change into a crow or a salamander or a closely related together clump of liking on the edge of a blog near an icicle. She doesn't have to be a grapefruit. Something prefers it, to anything resembling the reality.

Unicorn. I told you unicorn. Do you know why? Because I knew nobody would believe me. You still don't. You know why? Mostly, number one, the funords. Secondly... None of you asked me wha those actually are.

I'll notice I've been here 7 years right? I'm actually drawing a blank, what did you all think I was here for? Because I made things pretty clear.

Quote from: Jackstar on February 12, 2021, 03:26:19 AM
I get a lot of commands. I am not gonna lie.

This only happens to the ones with children who don't take to the discipline, or are literally dumped into a woodchipper without being given a chance, at all, at all.

For example, none of this is happening to Grapefruit. She knows that she is not superfluous, but she has in the past hollered at me for being so myself... because if she had known that I was serious when I told her I was planning to do what I said--I mean, she asked, I answered, do I look like I'm lying, did It look like I was stuttering?--she probably wouldn't have assumed that nothing I was doing had any purpose except wasting time and making fun of her.

I think that's what her kids were planning on. I'm not sure where else she might have gotten that idea from. In any event, well I have known this for certain for many many moons now, in recent days it's become apparent--I don't hate her children at all. I don't hate anyone. I barely hate hate. And there is genuine love there for your children, I would rather give them a meal than slaughter them in their sleep to save them for the dreaded third wave of COVID.

SO: just so that we're all clear now. Amy woman, number one, looks sad unhappy and superfluous with life when she tells lies about me. I have some experience with this. Imagine how bad the guilt smells when the tribal shaman has to brew up a potion to save her soul from being harvested by wendigos or whatever she's going on with. I'm not going to lie, it's not my business, it's not my area, and I respect it way more than it sounds like. To people who decline to avail themselves of freely available information. I don't need to name any names.

I will say that Grapefruit was absolutely mistaken when she said I was making fun of her disabled son, I was making fun of her (PROTECTED), who isn't disabled, no one mentioned or heard about anything "disabled" from me--this woman doxxed herself immediately on arrival, later blamed me and then raged against The Jackstar Machine for long enough to then doxx her own progeny--although, is "disabled" supposed to be a secret? Seems like it humanizes him, at least it explains the miserable attitude, he's not even all that "disabled" other than, he fucking well is disabled, by legal definition of law.

Now mind you, I don't wanna talk about this, but I was distinct in my not mentioning any "disability." Then she played the card herself, and attributed that to me. Huh. We all understand that this provides enough goulash power to brighten several villages for a couple days, right? Oh, and MV killed Assange. Huh, nothing trembles. I guess it only works with boobs.

He's a lot more "able" now that he's figured out that Jackstar knows what the fuck is going on, his mother barely knows whether to wind her shit or piss on her watch--and if name-calling is the worst fear a parent has, that's great, you know, I'm probably not going to take out my frustrations with life on mocking a diabolical spingrifter, when I can just do that more directly on Bellgab. Talk about a sheltered childhood. I mean, at least I didn't call him a thief or an E.T. or a union plumber? Jesus, WTAF.

So to speak. On the bright side, he's wrong she's amazing she's just sick of his bullshit, and he's right He can listen to me. although I have no children, I now have personal knowledge, like to be a parent, and have no problem choosing between the choice of helping and encouraging one's progeny with love... Or literally just grinding up and making stew. I would love that stew, though. But leave a kid in a coma and weep? Huh. I am still not seeing it. You guys don't all know that Afterlife is legit, huh? That must be awkward, Puny Teenylings. Rub it out more.

I mean he's not mine but... I can see how I would make the stew only and very rare occasions, and since I'm no bigot, yeah I made a bad kid and I had to respawn him, I would do it right magic or no magick. Is this really an outrageous philosophy in this day and age of "Bat Soup Virus," omg "Masks!" and "Learn To Cook, Aiiiieeeee!"

Do not mess with the best in 2021, werd. I'm just the loudmouth gray hound. There's plenty of invisible ones. I guess? Oh, right, I'm a lunatic or something, yeah okay sure. Hunter Biden got a book deal, Trump stole the football. And I'm supposed to, what, cringe? Sure. Right. Hang on. *snap* See that? Most of you don't even know if I did anything for real or not, and won't unless someone tells you. And that was just on a whim.

Anyway, that looks fixed. They really are adorable little tykes, and if I had been told straight up that my destiny was to separate them from her, I wouldn't have taken three and a half years to do it gently. I would have legit just taken her and ran, and brought her back all ringed up with new face tattoos. Can't imagine how much that would have been certain people off. But would they blend? I dunno, ask her, gimme all your firewater, I'm immune to the bends. No really. /flex.

I think this way is better. I think the only person's upset is... Well, Grapefruit, because I told her I was going to make a military school, but it was the last minute decision to write the bylaws so as to forbid produce from attending any classes, meeting, meal gatherings, bingo events or energy sessions involving more than 8 or 9 partners at a time. Actually some more rules and reasons that various fruit and vegetable items aren't allowed to attend my military school, mostly because... Well, it's code, and then for another thing, she can just change into a crow or a salamander or a closely related together clump of liking on the edge of a blog near an icicle. She doesn't have to be a Grapefruit. Something prefers it, to anything resembling the reality.

Unicorn. I told youL unicorn. Do you know why? Because I knew nobody would believe me. You still don't. You know why? Mostly, number one, the funords. Secondly... None of you asked me what those actually are. Here's a hint: I still don't know what a mermaid is, other than cover. I mean, I did ask, and got the expected response, and then... hey, neat, I don't have to explain Sourcery. This gig is the teats.

I'll notice I've been here 7 years right? I'm actually drawing a blank, what did you all think I was here for? Because I made things pretty clear. At least, I thought I did. Things got a little hazy when they killed Gene Mallove and then started trying to scare harmless nutters. Oh, I guess they aren't harmless, huh? Like, who would bother otherwise?

Don't ask. I don't feel like pretending I'm an idiot for the rest of the night, I put in a full day today. Bells, whistles, the Teddy Ruxpin Animal Totem Expansion Pack, extra gumballs, and absolutely no fucks given that had ever been given before. I supposedly can say no more, but I am pretty sure... I captured a (CLASSIFIED).

And of course, then let it go. I didn't even get a Wendigo licence. I'm gonna get one now? Yeah, no... having established dominance, I'm content to keep a silent vigil. (These are words. No one care hear them if you keep your yap shut, Kids. Who's on blast? Jesus, right? State secrets? Well.

I am The State.) Can you believe it? I have to do this kind of shit on command? Seriously, I have to put on a brave face. Future zygotes depend on the light of my sunlight and golden human touch, I can't halfass it from this point anymore.

I'm told. Hey, retarded zygotes? Why not? I mean, it clearly worked in Minnesota for awhile. And I get half-ass instruction, but I'm to create top-tier product... mostly double-handed. Huh. Interesting diplomatic rules some people have, n'est-ce pas? Pinch them, they'll know it's a dream, and will then perhaps stop (CENSORED) for once. Just fucking once.

Posted twice because... well, hi pate. Can you believe it? No one knows who you are. Or I hear a lot of lies about you. Who has this time? Oh, right--you have tits, you're in disguise. And the dogs are minions. Or, well, were. You know, the first time I saw Timetwister, I was like, "Wow, that's awesome! So cool! Wow you have deck with 20 of them? Golly, I'm impressed. Where can I get one? Oh, they're expensive and hard to find, huh? I see then, I'll watch you think I don't realize that means you think I'm sub-human trash. Oh, did your marriage fall apart because your wife saw you do things and I had no reason to hide them? Well, that's too bad. On the downside, I guess she did think I was just retarded, and not performing my civil duty, but I was pretty sure you'd use that gun of yours PDQ if I told your wife, "Wow, your husband is a total asshole. Does he think that helps? Brain damage, huh? No, actually, he is just a grifting shitbag asshole, not sure why, but golly, did he sure try to play the wrong kid. Oh, no reason. Nah, it's personal. Well maybe you should TALK TO YOUR HUSBAND, SPACE CADET. Wow, imagine that, you think he's a dick too? And you think this is just a card game? And he thinks he's using me, huh? Well... tell you what."

"A lot of guys named Michael are actually kikel and they got grandfathered in when a brave group... this one time... excuse me, did you ask me what a kikel is? Oh, you're adorable. You're an NPC, right? Oh look, there's another brainwash victim. Well, tell you what, no, and also, when you all suicide from despair, come find me, because I already lived through public school and nine years of servitude, I don't need to worry about anything ever getting worse, ever again."

"Well, because I can just make a rape joke any time I want now, with no fear of reprisal. Cool, huh? Yeah, most people don't. But a few get real enchanted. And now you're ticker-typed. Thanks for listening!"

I barely remember her name. Donna? No! Tara! Terra? Tear a fucking page out of a book and just stare at it? Wow, that must be nice. Yeah, I'll be long gone by then. He will have no idea what happened. Shit, I barely do either. Cookie? Well, yeah, obviously, hey you wanna buy a car that isn't white, or just, like, buy more hype? Right. Oxygen. It explains it all. Oh, like you were elaborate.

In four years, someone is gonna be hugely delighted, and if anyone ever tells me I'm not doing things that need to be seen as being done, I'm going to literally go downtown and bring back onanism. Don't think I can't do it. No /flex here... as a courtesy.

Same wall, same text, with a few added flecks of spittle.
When will we ever learn from our mistakes?
Do not enter a Jackstar paragraph without a hall pass,
or you are liable to end up in the same funhouse
that you just painfully and happily escaped from.

SpaceMeowMaid

Quote from: Jackstar on February 12, 2021, 03:26:19 AM
I get a lot of commands. I am not gonna lie.


This only happens to the ones with children who don't take to the discipline, or are literally dumped into a woodchipper without being given a chance, at all, at all.

For example, none of this is happening to Grapefruit. She knows that she is not superfluous, but she has in the past hollered at me for being so myself... because if she had known that I was serious when I told her I was planning to do what I said--I mean, she asked, I answered, do I look like I'm lying, did It look like I was stuttering?--she probably wouldn't have assumed that nothing I was doing had any purpose except wasting time and making fun of her.

I think that's what her kids were planning on. I'm not sure where else she might have gotten that idea from. In any event, well I have known this for certain for many many moons now, in recent days it's become apparent--I don't hate her children at all. I don't hate anyone. I barely hate hate. And there is genuine love there for your children, I would rather give them a meal than slaughter them in their sleep to save them for the dreaded third wave of COVID.

SO: just so that we're all clear now. Amy woman, number one, looks sad unhappy and superfluous with life when she tells lies about me. I have some experience with this. Imagine how bad the guilt smells when the tribal shaman has to brew up a potion to save her soul from being harvested by wendigos or whatever she's going on with. I'm not going to lie, it's not my business, it's not my area, and I respect it way more than it sounds like. To people who decline to avail themselves of freely available information. I don't need to name any names.

I will say that Grapefruit was absolutely mistaken when she said I was making fun of her disabled son, I was making fun of her (PROTECTED), who isn't disabled, no one mentioned or heard about anything "disabled" from me--this woman doxxed herself immediately on arrival, later blamed me and then raged against The Jackstar Machine for long enough to then doxx her own progeny--although, is "disabled" supposed to be a secret? Seems like it humanizes him, at least it explains the miserable attitude, he's not even all that "disabled" other than, he fucking well is disabled, by legal definition of law.

Now mind you, I don't wanna talk about this, but I was distinct in my not mentioning any "disability." Then she played the card herself, and attributed that to me. Huh. We all understand that this provides enough goulash power to brighten several villages for a couple days, right? Oh, and MV killed Assange. Huh, nothing trembles. I guess it only works with boobs.

He's a lot more "able" now that he's figured out that Jackstar knows what the fuck is going on, his mother barely knows whether to wind her shit or piss on her watch--and if name-calling is the worst fear a parent has, that's great, you know, I'm probably not going to take out my frustrations with life on mocking a diabolical spingrifter, when I can just do that more directly on Bellgab. Talk about a sheltered childhood. I mean, at least I didn't call him a thief or an E.T. or a union plumber? Jesus, WTAF.

So to speak. On the bright side, he's wrong she's amazing she's just sick of his bullshit, and he's right He can listen to me. although I have no children, I now have personal knowledge, like to be a parent, and have no problem choosing between the choice of helping and encouraging one's progeny with love... Or literally just grinding up and making stew. I would love that stew, though. But leave a kid in a coma and weep? Huh. I am still not seeing it. You guys don't all know that Afterlife is legit, huh? That must be awkward, Puny Teenylings. Rub it out more.

I mean he's not mine but... I can see how I would make the stew only and very rare occasions, and since I'm no bigot, yeah I made a bad kid and I had to respawn him, I would do it right magic or no magick. Is this really an outrageous philosophy in this day and age of "Bat Soup Virus," omg "Masks!" and "Learn To Cook, Aiiiieeeee!"


Do not mess with the best in 2021, werd. I'm just the loudmouth gray hound. There's plenty of invisible ones. I guess? Oh, right, I'm a lunatic or something, yeah okay sure. Hunter Biden got a book deal, Trump stole the football. And I'm supposed to, what, cringe? Sure. Right. Hang on. *snap* See that? Most of you don't even know if I did anything for real or not, and won't unless someone tells you. And that was just on a whim.


Anyway, that looks fixed. They really are adorable little tykes, and if I had been told straight up that my destiny was to separate them from her, I wouldn't have taken three and a half years to do it gently. I would have legit just taken her and ran, and brought her back all ringed up with new face tattoos. Can't imagine how much that would have been certain people off. But would they blend? I dunno, ask her, gimme all your firewater, I'm immune to the bends. No really. /flex.

I think this way is better. I think the only person's upset is... Well, Grapefruit, because I told her I was going to make a military school, but it was the last minute decision to write the bylaws so as to forbid produce from attending any classes, meeting, meal gatherings, bingo events or energy sessions involving more than 8 or 9 partners at a time. Actually some more rules and reasons that various fruit and vegetable items aren't allowed to attend my military school, mostly because... Well, it's code, and then for another thing, she can just change into a crow or a salamander or a closely related together clump of liking on the edge of a blog near an icicle. She doesn't have to be a Grapefruit. Something prefers it, to anything resembling the reality.

Unicorn. I told youL unicorn. Do you know why? Because I knew nobody would believe me. You still don't. You know why? Mostly, number one, the funords. Secondly... None of you asked me what those actually are. Here's a hint: I still don't know what a mermaid is, other than cover. I mean, I did ask, and got the expected response, and then... hey, neat, I don't have to explain Sourcery. This gig is the teats.

I'll notice I've been here 7 years right? I'm actually drawing a blank, what did you all think I was here for? Because I made things pretty clear. At least, I thought I did. Things got a little hazy when they killed Gene Mallove and then started trying to scare harmless nutters. Oh, I guess they aren't harmless, huh? Like, who would bother otherwise?


Don't ask. I don't feel like pretending I'm an idiot for the rest of the night, I put in a full day today. Bells, whistles, the Teddy Ruxpin Animal Totem Expansion Pack, extra gumballs, and absolutely no fucks given that had ever been given before. I supposedly can say no more, but I am pretty sure... I captured a (CLASSIFIED).

And of course, then let it go. I didn't even get a Wendigo licence. I'm gonna get one now? Yeah, no... having established dominance, I'm content to keep a silent vigil. (These are words. No one care hear them if you keep your yap shut, Kids. Who's on blast? Jesus, right? State secrets? Well.


I am The State.) Can you believe it? I have to do this kind of shit on command? Seriously, I have to put on a brave face. Future zygotes depend on the light of my sunlight and golden human touch, I can't halfass it from this point anymore.

I'm told. Hey, retarded zygotes? Why not? I mean, it clearly worked in Minnesota for awhile. And I get half-ass instruction, but I'm to create top-tier product... mostly double-handed. Huh. Interesting diplomatic rules some people have, n'est-ce pas? Pinch them, they'll know it's a dream, and will then perhaps stop (CENSORED) for once. Just fucking once.


Posted twice because... well, hi pate. Can you believe it? No one knows who you are. Or I hear a lot of lies about you. Who has this time? Oh, right--you have tits, you're in disguise. And the dogs are minions. Or, well, were. You know, the first time I saw Timetwister, I was like, "Wow, that's awesome! So cool! Wow you have deck with 20 of them? Golly, I'm impressed. Where can I get one? Oh, they're expensive and hard to find, huh? I see then, I'll watch you think I don't realize that means you think I'm sub-human trash. Oh, did your marriage fall apart because your wife saw you do things and I had no reason to hide them? Well, that's too bad. On the downside, I guess she did think I was just retarded, and not performing my civil duty, but I was pretty sure you'd use that gun of yours PDQ if I told your wife, "Wow, your husband is a total asshole. Does he think that helps? Brain damage, huh? No, actually, he is just a grifting shitbag asshole, not sure why, but golly, did he sure try to play the wrong kid. Oh, no reason. Nah, it's personal. Well maybe you should TALK TO YOUR HUSBAND, SPACE CADET. Wow, imagine that, you think he's a dick too? And you think this is just a card game? And he thinks he's using me, huh? Well... tell you what."

"A lot of guys named Michael are actually kikel and they got grandfathered in when a brave group... this one time... excuse me, did you ask me what a kikel is? Oh, you're adorable. You're an NPC, right? Oh look, there's another brainwash victim. Well, tell you what, no, and also, when you all suicide from despair, come find me, because I already lived through public school and nine years of servitude, I don't need to worry about anything ever getting worse, ever again."

"Well, because I can just make a rape joke any time I want now, with no fear of reprisal. Cool, huh? Yeah, most people don't. But a few get real enchanted. And now you're ticker-typed. Thanks for listening!"


I barely remember her name. Donna? No! Tara! Terra? Tear a fucking page out of a book and just stare at it? Wow, that must be nice. Yeah, I'll be long gone by then. He will have no idea what happened. Shit, I barely do either. Cookie? Well, yeah, obviously, hey you wanna buy a car that isn't white, or just, like, buy more hype? Right. Oxygen. It explains it all. Oh, like you were elaborate.

In four years, someone is gonna be hugely delighted, and if anyone ever tells me I'm not doing things that need to be seen as being done, I'm going to literally go downtown and bring back onanism. Don't think I can't do it. No /flex here... as a courtesy.

OH JACKSTAR!!! THAT IS SOME MAJICK I WASN'T EXPECTING! THANQ So very MUCH!

I really hope these ClintonShit Victim Shaming Gang Stalking BIOTCHES Get a little Gurgle of their OWN MEDICINE!

HONESTLY...

Go Grab a BIBLE and PRAY FOR YOUR SOULS

I'm workin on another Deep Dive Hunny Hungarian.

I might  turn this into a rap... This is HAWT if I have your permission of course...

iluiluilu
xoxoxen


Jackstar

Quote from: SpaceMeowMaid on February 12, 2021, 05:23:43 AM
OH JACKSTAR!!! THAT IS SOME MAJICK I WASN'T EXPECTING! THANQ So very MUCH!

So, this is not the normal or ever experienced conversational mode from this person. For one thing, she is thanking me.

It's been legitimately so long since I've heard one of them in my mind as I read it--I've heard them out loud in recent memory definitely recent day before that probably way before... I did get on her case about praying wrong though, as well I suppose it's not necessarily incorrect to be focused on getting more things and stuff experiences and outcomes and things the way you want it and things just so and lack of whatever that you don't want, the really most accurate and correct and useful form of prayers to be thankful for whatever is coming and whatever is going to get and thankfully we can get anything at all.

Yeah well I can't get anything at all. and further suspicion is raised by that I assume that I'd be yelled at again for telling things to people that other people don't want other people to know or be told or be left or I actually don't know just... Grinded eyes with traces of bruxism at the nostrils, do you understand old body language of contempt discussed out of the gang at the club out of the way... As if there's no even point in any kind of notification or understanding of what has just transpired.

That's what it feels like, anyway. An undoubtedly incorrect perception as I've been cut off from communication from anybody relevant or interesting for several hours now perhaps somebody's taking a nap perhaps somebody is attempting to send me images and news and reports that are of legitimate human content... And they're being suspended.

I can actually happen you know. I know this because I noticed after one night when I figured it couldn't hurt anything to spend all night writing into an SMS text window infinitely until something different happened, and it took a while but things did change, and then something

OH MY GOD LORD S*** VERSUS HIS SHITBAG GUYS HAVE ACTUAL EMERGENCY CAB CAST

WE GET TO REFORM ACTUAL 30K JUMP COMING UP, WE GET TO INFORM YOU GOT AN ANGEL YOU'RE F***** AND I DO MEAN YOU'RE F***** AND I DO MEAN YOU'RE NOT A CUTE LITTLE VIRGIN ANYMORE AND I DO MEANTHIS F****** SENTENCE YOU GET IT GOT TO G

OH, THAT'S COOL. Sweetie you stand down the wall thing. On your call I got to call Wes his nut oh f*** what's his name Thomas Newman no okay so you guys are going to like the story and when you get this out you're going to you're going to shoot it and then here's the deal The first thing is I get that f******* whatever guy you didn't f****** like you weren't expecting here's some f****** that you going to expecting you f****** b**** thinking you're so smart f****** when I hit post here your little buddy who thought you were so smart oh yeah haha I will get out of that one f*** you another another f****** $36,000 on top of that and that means yeah both of them

I really hope these ClintonShit Victim Shaming Gang Stalking BIOTCHES Get a little Gurgle of their OWN MEDICINE!

HONESTLY...

Go Grab a BIBLE and PRAY FOR YOUR SOULS

I'm workin on another Deep Dive Hunny Hungarian.

I might  turn this into a rap... This is HAWT if I have your permission of course...

iluiluilu
xoxoxen
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