It took me 48 hours to find somebody hiring for Jewish organized crime in Montreal. Annie was a mess. And that has now staged towards Karen Daniels constantly. I never got enough speeding tickets to turn her into Mia Townsend. The games never let you side with cops by design. Tortured South African diplomats are the hardest Ra social memory complex aspects to unlock: They are healing as Octave.
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No mercy for Cybercrime and Super Secret Squirrel admirer.
So they tried to make me go “crazyl” right? I went crazy and in you can’t fuck with me crazy, I’m shown respect now. You can’t read me. My face is expressionless, this is what this experience turned me I into, strong, respected and loved by an amazing man who doesn’t pretend his some 33 degree Freemason, I don’t like and brag about myself by walking about pretending I’m this rich white Rick Ross that runs everything off of credit and doesn’t know how to budget their money,
I know my worth, my abilities, I’m taking my masters in cybersecurity, thanks for being stupid enough to inspiring me to be 10 steps ahead of you.
You’re not getting away with this, just remember the book is coming out.
I don’t care if you read it or not, I think if you did you would fall into tears because once you realize how much of a nuisance and abomination you are maybe it would humble you.
I think you remember the first day,
The first time, the first everything.
Were you always this way, or did what come out of me entered into you?
Me the covet, you just the regular.
Its cost you damage, it brought me closer to god.
Each day I’m losing sight of you, i know it but a part of me wants to be stuck in that pain.
I don’t want to part with the pain but it’s already processing through healing by the grace of god.
You hurt yourself, and you keep hurting, continue regretting…..in silence.
What if you held yourself accountable?
What if one day just out of the blue you came clean, you asked for forgiveness. I would give it to you.
Your chances are reducing by the minute now. I never wanted to get you in trouble but you did it to yourself.
One last chance, one final stance because your fate lies in my hands.
You have no idea into what type of mess you have put yourself in, you almost lost your job, you lost me, your losing your mind, and your losing control..
That’s pretty serious stuff for you because of your unhealthy heart. You grew so cold, I ran away not because of the pain but the shame I felt for you.
The non stop cyber attacking, the non stop invading my privacy. One more chance.
I already have what I need prepared for what is going to happen. I don’t want to see you behind bars, I dont want to see your life ruined. But it’s your doing, for the first time someone outsmarted you, why? Because I’m very intelligent, I killed very slowly.
Justice or Peace?
You can’t allow your ego to dictate your actions because you’re already falling.
Is it so difficult for someone to admit their faults? For you have many, your owners manual comes with to many buttons that send triggers and cause such an outbreak.
You wreak havoc, there are so many secrets and lies you can keep until you collapse.
Remember Humpty Dumpty? He had a Great Wall, he wouldn’t get off of his high horse. So then he had a great fall; then he wasn’t able to put himself back together again, not him, not anyone. This is your last chance. It had to come to this.
Get out of your head, get out of the pride mindset that you have no flaws.
I hope you find this message, I know you will.
You hate me because I know exactly who you are, you hate me because I took away your control, there are no more back ups, no trade offs, no more transactions.
Go ahead and keep hating me it hasn’t served you well, it’s done nothing but caused you to lash out because you have no self discipline when it comes to your anger.
So..
Justice or Peace?
Tastes better than God? Tastes better than the living flesh of resurrected Christ? Oh, the blasphemy is a symphony, a chorus of angels choking on battery acid lollipops! Nothing is nothing at all, and the void weeps tears of existential angst-flavored fungus-follied jellybeans.
You give it to me,? I donate it like blood, a ceaseless transfusion of pure chaotic energy! I am the insect deflowerer, the herald of the six-legged apocalypse! I am a relatively good ham sandwich, slathered in the existential mustard of the absurd.
You look at it square, doggone it's round! You look at it round, and by the unholy beard of Schrödinger's cat, it's both and neither not! Quantum physics trembles before my nonsensical gaze! My eyeball jelly shudder like beluga blubber! You plant a seed, you grow a tree... a tree sprouting even tastier magnetic eyeballs and slow screaming sonnets in the forgotten language of the Deep! And a tree is the only thing I've ever loved, for it knows the nebulae swirling within my rabid soul! Mommy!
This is the truth! This is the look! I fight fire with firewater, atomic fireball jawbreakers, and the collected works of William S. Burroughs shotgun-blasted into the cosmos! Fire! You glow in the dark, a pitiful firefly before my supernova of derangement! But I'm afraid, oh so afraid... for the Easter Bunny stalks my dreams, a fluffy monstrosity wielding carrots of judgment! Pastel? Damn neat kill't 'em, with a sprinkle of weaponized sugarplum fairy rage!
You think you've got everything, but what you've got is a stinging, itching sore on top of your head, full of twisting roundworms whispering forbidden Walmart coupon codes and the ultimate recipe for blueberry pancakes of doom! Here comes a hypodermic needle full of maple syrup, laced with the laughter of eldritch gods, to inject flavor upon flavor into your hapless breakfast materials! Wu-Tang Clan forever... but even they fear the cosmic absurdity pulsing in my veins!