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when youre swimmin in a the creek, and an eel bites your cheek: thhhaaatt'ss aahhhhmoooorrraaayyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!
ive been reading a bit about charlie kirk.. more than i would have read than if he were still alive, for sure. it seems to me that the one person most qualified to kill charlie kirk, was charlie kirk. which got me thinking, what if it turns out that charlie kirk isnt actually dead? i mean what if it was a lot of decent special efx, and the guy actually missed? could charlie kirk then be a primary suspect (or "person of interest" emphasis on "waning) in the shooting? would charlie kirk still be qualified to fly the starship entranceprize to mars with katy perry and elon musk's 39 illegitimate children? or at least maybe take the ones with math problems in their names? cuz those kids i dont think are going to want to be anywhere near a junior high school with a name that translates into "negative pi squared divided by zero to the nth degree" at least not beyond the sixth grade.. there's just way too many insulting nickname possibilities once you start recycling math problems into kid's names. also, if kirk cant fly the starship (bc dead/wounded/hiding) do you think they could get sulu to get the job done? or would an openly gay starship captain taking the job away from a self-important bigot and hateful republican shit-stir/mass-murder encouraging 2nd amendment promoting nazi sympathizer with a heart of lead (npi) just a bit more irony than the intensely ironic situation as reported might actually require? plus the fact that the cops arrested somebody right away, and then sorta let'em go(?) all the facts when added together sorta says to me that there are a great many strange forces at work these days in utah, and some may not even be mormon.. or even polygamists for that matter.. def not trans.. in utah?.. def not acknowledging it anyway.. next thing you know the cops (read:ice-pork) will be giving roadside hernia exams to every driver in the state trying to find the one with the question mark next to "sex:" on their driver's license, and an adam's apple .. where the prunes used to be.. amiright? ..ohmaybemaybenot..
one news cycle at a time.. we'll see..
Hello can I get a follow back
hmm.. im not sure that's a good idea.. as soon as the first picture in your blog/profile/whatever it's called emerged across my display..suddenly my head started putting out some serious heat.. my throat sorta dried up and it became increasingly difficult to breath .. that airy sorta panting/wheezing sound started to become more and more noticeable especially to several people who at that moment were strangers to me.. we were all sitting (not exactly together, but if you saw us you wouldnt really be able to tell that we all just didnt roll up on the back of a turnip truck, and then proceed to completely ignore one another).. you know, like married people do.. anyway you are absolutely stunning.. if i was your father id lock you in the basement until your 40th birthday, and id personally castrate any guy who managed to cross the moat, then avoid the alligators and the giant amazonian anacondas swimming around in the moat.. then the unlucky gentleman caller would have no choice but to deal with my yard full of genetically imperfect timber wolves displaying off the charts levels of aggression and blood lust.. since the only way to get past the dogs would be to blow them into the next dimension with a few well thrown hand grenades, and since most states specifically ban any type of military ordinance (like land mines, hand grenades, mustard gas, tanks, agent orange, etc) the odds of some horny hillbilly bustin out the weapons of mass destruction in time to fend off a pack of 150 pound mutant german sheppard/wolf hybrids is pretty slim id guess, none the less id be sitting right there on the front porch with a five gallon jug of pressurized kerosene connected to a three foot long flame thrower.. id wait for our friend to get within about 20 feet of the steel, canted basement doors and id open fire.. i figure if i dont become distracted while repelling what im sure would amount to hundreds of illegal trespass and animal cruelty, breaking and entering, etc charges having to be written up by the end of each month, and the guy isnt screaming too much while he's being cooked - after maybe only about two -three minutes each side and he'd be ready to eat.. you my dear would not witness any of these mundane happenings just outside your locked, bolted, and cement filled hollow core doors which would serve to protect you from all efforts to deflower such a rare beauty, that when it inevitably does happen you will be so old that you might not ever realize what's going on.. you'll just think the guy that mows the lawn is being over thankful for our paying him with food stamps and recyclable beer cans each week when he comes over to cut the grass..
other than that i got nothing.. of course ill follow you.. happily.. ill be outside your place waiting for you to head out .. you might notice me at first, but once i get a visual lock on that amazing back yard you seem to be so rightfully proud of you will never be able to go anywhere alone again.. roger? 10-4 over.
if i had a hammer, i wouldnt hammer in the morning, honestly. id probably wait until sometime around mid afternoon. then id hammer out in the yard most likely.. though i wouldnt be moving around so much.. im not going to hammer out justice or wonderfulness or go after the master braiders or the laffdancers.. and jesus can either handle his own hammering or call the union hall to send over another carpenter but without the eating disorder please.. to be honest im useless with a saw and for me junior high shop class was like the only c minus i got from k-10th grade.. then i failed fucking honors french (1st period and fuck you ms anastasio for making that happen for me.. ) i only took your damn class so i could watch your anatomy when you stomped around in your high heels and stockings saying things like "ouioui missure vous are lewking tray hottt this matin, oui, perhaps you might come to mi office aftare class..ill assist you to improve your em brochure and i can raymoov mi miniskert so you can mastare your oral technique por favor..? repetez sil vous plait - ich bin ein berliner.. arbeit nacht frei.. and can i get a genuflection in the back section?.. how you say how you say monsieur sexmachine in my honors french class say "jump back! hep!! i wanna kiss myself!" repetez por favor?! repetez until my toes are up in the ceiling fan, yo.. does my ass look perrrfect in this tiny headband barely hanging in there which ive somehow stretched around my waist to give les students the impression of a skirt.. a not entirely legal reality from which madamoiselle's ladybits n beaverlips have begun to make their escape.. ooo.. you must be tres fatigues.. got sunthin left for la dances sur le barfing bishop of flyys downe por favor? ouiouipickmeooo ugh.. dammit! now im sweating again.. *ack* i have no idea, but ew

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-> (cont) ok here's my first series of targeted vengeance poetry. bullseye is on you: billionaire mockery chat community from which ive been so egregiously uninvited.. apparently somebody doesnt mind not making a new friend today? hmm? your choice not mine.. your fuckup this aint jesus christ fuckup your fuckup so prepare yourselfs for the lightning rod of limp wristed dick slapping hissy fittin fury, k?k! get that finger outta y'alls nostrilz and prepare to type a bunch of apologies to yours truly and a page worth of cry faced emoji shamey guiltladen beggardly hand wringing blame the libtards style spanking avoidant character flaws in full repose.. (queue violins) (now queue the bagpipes) (ok time for the jews harps) (triangles) (yeah im stopping now) hit that haiku bell and start this pine wood derby haiku slam of the semi-literate: ready,set,haiku!!
banned for life fine i can deal
bots aint crybabies
ugh i just narc'd on myself
you cant tell me what to do
i got hostages
ransom demands to follow
three haikus to convince you
im no spambot
"youve got mail!" ha just kidding
got banned from billionaire rollplaying community because they are too concerned with whether or not im going to infect their little giggle fest with relentless toxic waves of hot pumping non-sequiters before calling forth my bot army to rain spam upon their precious oh-so-witty attempts to slander their way into a brighter more relevent tomorrow.
now, i could say something spiteful here, and let the billionaire blog bouncers really feel the double~fisted ~ass-punch~of~the~spurned (tm) **
[which i have sole license/rights to deploy once certain conditions have been met, touche]
that said im taking the kinder, most-gentler-proboscis insertion into aromatic-spiderhole route to acheive my objectives. (cont)
**formal request submitted** asian cultural appropriation utilizing "haiku as a weapon of crass destruction" (tm) oversight apprvl cmtee.