Niconomnom (1989-tbd)

HISTOIRE!!!!!

This painting is for sale starting at $5M, which is far less than it is worth but is my first big sale, and I am not yet famous.

(...also, this painting is done with a paper that was found in the mental health dorms of the Inverness Jail, and was a welcome delight. As for Histoire... her whereabouts remain unknown. She is in our prayers.)

Are you supposed to be my side?

Call me in. You need my help. The other way to get the help you require is. . . the reason why you are wrong.

But how is that possible for a human being? A mere mortal. Do not pretend to insult me!

That's what you require to call me in for. You will see, I will tell you, all will be as it shall be.

The problem is this:

You are loved.

You don't know what it's like all the way zero, nor should you.

This is the problem!

For example:

The family story stuff doesn't make any god damn sense to the One. It may make sense to all you love family sibling parent people, but the One has no concept of that to feel anything.

Her brother burying money in the ground to save up for armor to be a samurai. I don't understand what I'm supposed to feel there. Or the parents talking about what they did when the child was born. That doesn't get a reaction out of me either.

Are you boasting about that? You should know how big of a mistake it is to make such boasts. . .

You cannot possibly be my guy. . . what's with this Onro. Is she really one, or are you just pretending? Why is she at a family home with parents and a sibling?

Why doesn't she have hateful memories to kill them all?

What kind of story are you telling?

Is this Japanese storytelling, or are you trying to communicate something different, like Pokemon is?

I suppose I will have to play more to find out.

I have no reaction to your story plot! That is a big problem. Like, why the Hell did I go back in the past to learn that memory? It feels like a total waste of time, but I'm sure it does mean something to people.

That is the same problem Americans have with me. I cannot respond to your most vital family notions the way you expect me to.

I will not react at all. That usually alarms people.

They wonder why I don't register any emotional attachment to those mental concepts. It's never been important to me and I never really bonded with those people ever in my life. They are even worse than I am making it sound.

That's something you require to get from me personally.

Your cutting edge darkness and depravity will be better if you get a piece of me to know about pain like that. That is a sense for how sacred those bonds are more than anything else, and only because it is an excuse to kill.

He may have thought, "He won't even know how bad this is hurting him."

On the contrary, you won't know how bad that is hurting you.

Family memories in my book are never good! I can't even go back in my mind once and feel a single good thing about my childhood except when I was not at home and nowhere around my parents and siblings and family.

Seriously not a single good memory. Lots of horrible bad memories, unpleasant things I never want to feel or think about again, but nothing good.

Not a single thing.

What happens when you think about your childhood growing up? Do you ever remember feeling loved or like you actually belonged in the house instead of being an unwanted guest?

These things I don't know about except how I notice those things limiting you in the ways of irrelevant power. That's how I notice that you are loved, and in fact all that love gets in the way of True Power.

You who covet my power, are spending your love on nothing. I promise you will get no return for all that love lost in that pit of darkness. There is no power in there.

. . .

Like. . . there would be no happy childhood memory at all in that entire game if the director was being true. Is he circumcised do you think? He is like. . . totally blind to the stuff happening in the game, making a mimicry of techniques, but not connecting them together in any meaningful way because he doesn't notice what is happening at all.

Is it garbage AI?

I can't wait to get into that one and hollow it out from the inside.

What garbage.

That makes sense. They made an AI game, and that's why it's not really any good. If it's not supposed to be serious, then it should be more amusing.

Do you see how they don't really know what they are doing?

Rich people privilege. It's the worst god damn thing that could ever happen to any creative art.

You are trying to provoke an Onro.

Is that right?

That would match what your game is doing by making a mockery of that vengeful ancient persona.

Where are the bandits anyway?

I only found the impossible uberpowered serial killer bounty she had no chance of winning against. Maybe endgame content she will be strong enough.

She fled for her life! I did not amuse that fucker by sticking around! It was impossible by any means. (I hate bait and switch bull shit like that) The entire lesson was to demonstrate the male willingness to rape women.

I demonstrated the cleverness to escape a fool.

I may go back and pick the bastard off with arrows and poison and shit like that just to piss off the game. I know how mad they get when I don't fight the way they want me to.

It's a weird game. Like. . . what the hell supposed to do about those people to progress the story?

That one dude showed up to the inn and was like "It's my job to do that mehhh"

and the skin changer said "blehh"

and the supposed authority went inside without fighting.

Then. . . there was no dialogue option inside the tavern. So what the fuck? I should have tried to kill him then and there. I'll go back and see if he's still there and kill all the tavern people too.

Don't you want to hire me to do your English writing for you?

Is that person a friend or an enemy? Certainly an enemy, huh?

. . .

Them ones will always bring you the wrong one. You have to reject them constantly over and over again as long as it takes, until the last one comes, because he won't go for any other reason.

That's how you got Lafcadio, instead of the one who was probably right behind him but never could get anywhere near anything and gave up entirely thinking you people were savages.

That's how you got the guy you have now.

The right one brings himself. This ain't a glamour pagaent for him, and he enjoys the suffering of the one he is outing. That is why he shows up and devastates the lives of fools so thoroughly.

Sweet, immaculate sadism.

Ultimate pain. Exquisite suffering.

The other stuff is good too, but it's ultimately pain and suffering that pleases him, and if you don't understand that, you only stand to risk becoming my victim.

He and I, we are as One, you and I, me and them, all of us, together and apart, wherever we are or were, or will meet again. So it's like you already know because you are in with us, he and I, and we vouch for you with our power so you can use it yourself as a discipline also.

As such, there is more you are partaken to enjoy amidst all these wonderful ones and whoever else they were.

More are coming to make your acquaintance and see what they can do.

Perhaps there will be nothing at all, and you will be asleep in your grave.

concerning the previous post.

When I was in Navy bootcamp, around week 4.5, maybe a little earlier, I happened to be in a random moment washing my hands in the head with another booter of random variety. I don't remember his name.

In any case, we were having a good conversation.

One of the petty officers walked in. The drill instructor. RDC is chief.

One of them walked in, not a chief, a second class, and he told us to be quiet.

I said, "Fuck off!"

Then suddenly. .

Went pale as a ghost. He had me right where he wanted me.

Perfect.

There I was, sitting pale on a bench in an empty dorm, awaiting the word of judgment that would doom my fate forever. . . and the chief walked out.

"Are you gonna cry?"

He was being serious.

I flushed a bit.

"No. Chief."

Over this? (I'm been getting hammered for crap like this since Kindergarten when maiden showed me the secret of the eternal flower.)

Do you know what happened?

My own RD2 walked out (they mighta offered me that. I would have reenlisted if they had purpose for me, but nobody offered me anything other than money).

My own RD2 walked into the dorm to collect me, and I can remember our mutual surprise and immediate ambiguity with clarity. However, I was yet doomed, and he was yet furious.

When he was marching me back a bit sullen, he let me in on the joke.

"I can't believe you said that to him. That's great!"

I'm a bit of a twisted egg, but still good for something, I guess.

The point is, I think the professor at school expected me to cry over my grades (of all things), I guess because I normally put out top level work like super high. He probably thought I've been tryin' hard or something. . .

It's easy to be good when you are enjoying the activity.

It's obvious why he's not enjoying it! He believes it's all evil and a lie and that we are only participating because we all know that about it so we can talk together and plan our lives away from everyone else. The non-Catholics.

god damn it.

that's the bull shit that Jesus dies to save people from. It's a blasphemous apostasy of ungodly proportions of biblical abomination! You have no idea!

If you are Catholic, you are 100 percent expected to know the bare minimum truth about Jesus Christ.

There are a lot of people inside the Catholic Church doing that.

Thank you for replying to my concern, [esteemed dean of theology].

[godless ingrate], the professor of THY555 is persecuting me with excessive prejudice against people with neurodivergent qualities (I am autistic and he is perceiving me as a monster and attacking me with Saint Leo University as if it is nothing more than a crude tool for his personal designs and not a university for higher learning).

His grading is erratic and abusive of his positional authority as a teacher.  He is abusing the situation to attempt to dehumanize me and prevent my success in life based on his bias against human beings unlike himself.  He is criminal for attempting to leverage his position as a teacher as though it makes him superior to the students in the USA. 

He seems to be making that course into a soap box for his own political views, none of which concern me, and has taken umbridge at my disinterest in politics.  His forceful and malicious sudden grading change constitutes educational violence, as far as I am concerned, and his competency as a professor is no longer credible. 

Please consider how he responded to my discussion post and then neglected to respond to my response to him in Module 6 when he tried to tell me that the Roman Catholic Church changed its mind on the topic of Eucharistic Communion at Vatican II.

That man is supposed to be teaching theology at a Catholic university?

Please address this matter as a professional, [esteemed dean of theology]. 

I cannot attend that course anymore because the professor is hostile and creates an environment of political terrorism due to his inability to comprehend alternative perspectives from students than his own.  I paid for tuition out of pocket, am an outstanding student, put in a lot of hard work already, and desire to pass the course. 

Please help me find a way that I may do so, without having any more dehumanizing and abusive interactions with that man who cannot contain his own temper to be professional when using collegiate tools as a professor.  

Understand that I am not intending to be difficult, but I deserve more respect than [godless ingrate] is aware of human beings to possess.  Please take his childish and malignant behavior personally as a slight against your own reputation and career as a dean of theology.  I am fully aware of what people like him are trying to do as if they believe I can't see, hear, or notice them.  

I am not a fool.

Very respectfully,

Nicholas D. Bylotas

That stuff happens because the people at the "top of the privileged world" are sexually dehumanizing other people who are not economically secure or are otherwise vulnerable.

They do the most dehumanizing and vile things to those people, and it's something only rich people are enabled to do. Poor people would never do that to each other.

However, because the evil godless rich people violate the human dignity and everything else of poor people so often, animals start walking on two legs and replacing the poor people as they start making up the difference between the victim and the dehumanizing rich person.

That's how that happens.

Those evil rich people should be held to a higher standard when it comes to sexual behavior.

If they want to be dirty, they should give up their money and privilege. They are a danger to the entire community because of their godless, nasty, vile ways of life.

Donald's Trumps personal mistake was paying people to publically ruin me like mercenaries off the books. He hires people to try and murder people like that.

That's his problem, because I am getting to him through the people he hires to get to me. There will be no escape for him.

"Donald Trump is the one who pays me to do that to him and others like him." That is what we are discovering for the evidence to be provided in court martial.

"But I thought you people were the best! The masters of the universe and god! The way you have all those slaves of yours to show off at our parties."

"Well. . . we thought so too. He is infinitely superior in every way. We cannot do anything about it."

"I want my money back!"

"So do I. . ."

I thought you may like to see my first EX card.

I like the abilities.

BT

I also saw a female praying mantis twice today. The second time it leapt with flying power toward my face because I didn’t post about it earlier today.

It's like Donald Trump used the USA's most sacred relic, the longrifle, to sacrificially murder their most "beautiful" male citizen in service of Israel's interests to circumcise the entire global population of citizens.

Then, he hauled my corpse back, and had it taxidermy stuffed like a roaring lion making the scariest face a Jew doctor could stitch me up to make as a stuffed corpse at his disposal (like clay).

It's horrible, I know, but please bear with me.

I had plans like that for myself, as a matter of fact. Very private plans I didn't expect to be so popular. I shudder with memory of my embarrassment at the moment.

The point is, I didn't actually carry out my own plans to taxidermy myself with pretty much the same thing in mind. The USA government took the liberty of murdering me from out of the blue and taxidermy stitching me up like that as a sudden spontaneous act.

"Ha! Bet you didn't see that one coming, God!!"

Seems to be what Donald Trump shouted at the sky when he had the idea.

(There is nothing that can be done to help him.)

The point is, here I am walking up with a grin in undeath shadow ghost lord mode, with all of them at my mercy and behaving like chums.

I see the stuffed me for the first time.

"You really shouldn't have. . ."

We have to show everyone, don't you think? It's only possible to make something like this with everyone's salvation and happiness in mind!

Please, don't make me wait!!

Come on! Show them show them! Show them the monster me! The image you made!

Won't you show them, please?

(He's the most sacred and coveted cultural hero of Japan. A non-Christian. The nigger zipper accused me of being his monster presuming he could snip himself out with his knowledge about circumcision.)

The Japanese people are spectacular with their suffering genius in torturing their criminal and wicked degenerates. I couldn't be happier to be able to restore this cultural treasure to them and its proper place, that I may watch, respectfully what happens, and learn by observing the grace of their divine lords.

I may not enjoy tea with you, fair maiden. Please do not ask. I require the training first.

I will be seated wearing black with a white belt Japanese style and looking the part within spitting distance. Will you dare?

. . .

When the Lord has passed and life goes on, the Sun rising again as always with a new day and another chance, we may do the fun and playful things, like testing our abilities with each other.

"It is punishment enough that the victim will be carrying out the punishment himself. Nothing more need be added to the suffering of the condemned."

BT

No no no! Don't leave, what was the reason for your judgment again?

"We judged him as physically vain about himself because of his athleticism being so high. He is accused of being a body worshipping flesh idol like ourselves, and thus requires circumcision to prevent him from grabbing anything divine."

He is not like yourselves, which is why you are accusing him of requiring circumcision to be like yourselves, because you what?

"Body worshipping flesh idols who use our carnal existence to flesh touch anything and pervert it so we may obtain it."

. . .

"Right. I get that. That pretty much describes a common Jew."

"More to the point. . ."

You are aware of him being a military veteran, somewhat decorated in his photo, yes?

"Of course! That's why we attacked the vicious evil man! He's a godless savage military person in America and we want to make him pay for all the suffering in the world! Especially to us actors and celebrities in Hollywood! Me Too! We want the care of welfare and poor people doles too! We want a rich person dole from the poor! We want to tax them their happiness for ours! It's the natural order of life. Surivival of the fittest. Evolution of the superior beings."

Uh huh. (god damn jews)

It didn't cross your mind that his physical superiority as an athletic person is because he is trained in special operations requiring such physical ability? He is. Dive and rescue. Separate classes of special operations.

Two.

It seems the Navy SEALs didn't want him because he confessed to smoking cannabis before joining the service of the United States Navy.

Whatever the reason, it's no skin off my nose. Submarine crypto is the sum of all war anyway.

However, are you otherwise aware of the moral integrity and virtue of good physical fitness? Do a Youtube search for Richard Simmons and see for yourself! It's amazing! Here, I'll help:

It's a bit much for my exercise right now. . . but please do help yourself. I just wanted to help with your introduction to how much fun physical fitness may be.

Maidens, when you get here (get me there), we can choreograph a reenactment of something like this. For fun mostly, but it probably can make a nifty penny too.

No!

We will put all the heavyweights in the whole thing and then mix through our parts to keep them dancing, while we also lounge about with bikinis and hot tubs and enjoy cheeseburgers, hot dogs, and cocktails. Things like that during the fever dance party.

You will learn all of our secret techniques, and if you practice enough, maybe you will be called back. . .

BT

Word about my situation is getting around the inside of the prison system. 'This dude didn't see his attorney at all. He was in iso for three months before we met him.'

"Dude. . . you are the guy? The one in that cell that day? I was there when they were booking you in. You are like. . . a totally different person."

. . .

"What do you know about dirty laundry anyway?"

"I know I've got plenty of it."

BT

Nay, fair maiden, you do not have to fear that contest with me.

I have a self-identifying Hispanic ethnic card myself. They will be mistaken if they think they have something I do not. It is a matter that is bypassed entirely with the card. Conveniently, I may add.

BT

"Why haven't you had breakfast yet!? (11:22 am)

"Because I was waiting for Hunger."

BT

It's like the time when someone suggests Nep Nep take off all her clothes, and she says, "I'm powerful enough, thank you!"

Except. . . I am Nikku, and they did take all my clothes.

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(This is why they want to taxidermy my body too. We can build a statue instead of marble, I want to tell them. You will be even happier with the outcome because a statue will keep forever.)

The statue is permitted as long as it is done in the company of a very grumpy Satan, offering a fig leaf for the public benefit and trying to look small.

(to whom it may concern. . . You may pay me as boyidol to sing Japanese to your people's and people. I will know what you are doing anyway. This will amuse me forever and be totally worth it, I'm sure. Do your worst; watch them scatter across the hills!)

(irt^ I will shave my mustache and allow you to dress me up. Then, eventually I will become moody and dark terrifying, then disappear for a while.)

(If you ignore the manliness of a maidenman the body of the man will get mad at both the maidenman and the one who ignores the manly virtue.)

"Take yourself to the screw cork and have your spine ripped out!!"

(The screw cork twists a spiralspike sudrill into the underside taint of a human body, digging itself deep into the primordial root of their biological being. When deeply rooted the feet exert itself and the root is entirely ripped out from the underside, spine embedded deep inside and lashing about at the neck pocket where it came loose. The sudrill then eats the bloody root bulbs at the top of the spine.)

"(Pokemon!)"

NO!!!

Fair maiden, it is not your responsibility to teach him.

That is mine. I am to teach those creatures. That is why I am so entitled with wrath, vengeance, and One Power.

You have no responsibility to them. Let them go for their own good.

that is a demon pollinating a demon flower and it needs to happen otherwise the overlord tyrants will be used by other demons to oppress and torture us with electromagnetic (EM) radiation using military spy satellites. The have radiation guns attached to those to attack populations with.

Do not provoke them.

Let the demon pollination occur.

I will teach you what you need to know to defend yourself and more if you have the aptitude.

They have no awareness of demonic reality whatsoever. Never would such a thing have happened, otherwise.

(The poop administration of the USA is beginning to grasp the responsibility of the One Power as applicable to the executive branch of the United States Government. Once they understand that, they can begin taking the steps to redemption if they remain alive. The steps that teach you about the One Power that you may know it and master it for yourself.)

I believe in his case, he will be desiring to have all his skin removed and replaced with another one.

"Grabbing them by the pussy!" is not magic power.

That is not magic, no.

Yes yes. You believe it is and you have a big book you wrote yourself like a three ring binder full of high school fantasies that you think proves your dickheads as all powerful crowns of authority.

You believe that, I know. You also believe it is magic power to pick up a cell phone and call someone to tell them your order of authority. Wrong.

Can you enter their mind without their permission and awareness, defile them entirely in the most violating way they will never admit openly in public, and command them as your personal thrall the way I do?

That kind of thing is magic power.

If you use such power and authority to grab the genitalia of a beast, however cute you think it is.

You have not only lost your own power that you didn't appreciate having via the grace and mercy of Jesus Christ on the cross, but you have lost the dark power too.

The Dark Lord delivers justice differently than the Lord of Light.

You are made to suffer in the most agonizing, painful, and cruelly malicious way of vengeful sadistic genius. The genius of a sadistic vengeful artist paragon leagues away from the completion in my time, no less.

Magic is not for beast life. Do not ever put your magic on genitalia.

That sets off a Dark alarm and they will find you and break you.

"Crawl between my legs, Trump. Your entire name, family, and all the generations that came before you, because none will come after. Do you want the ass beatings to continue? Crawl."

Either your shit-covereed godless defiled president is going to submit to his own people in America, or he is going to crawl between the legs of another nation, likely Japan, who will most ingeniously make it even worse than I can imagine even now, and it will be done with the image of a woman, instead of a man on top of that too.

Sure! That's going to work out best for me, not the female creatures in America with their mindless scorn and vicious rabies.

You can hear the seething foaming vicious women in America now! "Do that one, do that one! That's only one where women win! We will show those men who's boss!"

"You will show me whose boss huh? Or did you mean all the inferior wannabe men? Yes, you will show them, including your husband, father, and child. You will show them alright!"

Consider what is happening in Susanville CA with their godless law system of illiterate monkey people and organized crime serving only their revolving door criminals and no goodness at all.

If they at any time introduced themselves to me and asked for my story, they would have understood.

They purposely want to omit all human identity and personal quality from legal process, and that is entirely what is criminal, treason, godless illiterate peasant evil pretending to be law people.

They don't actually know what any of that serves, if they think poor people are to be ignored personally and all judged according the the revolving door criminal standard of organized crime.

Now they are dying. They are bleeding out. Their "rich people owners of the city" in Susanville are on the ropes losing all of their lives because of the shitty, untrained, non-professional, stupidity of their city employees with badges like toys for abusing power for fun and "pussy grabbing".

Officer Warner accused me illegally and unprofessionally of 2nd Degree Robbery because he wanted to grab my pussy, believing I engage in sex as human behavior.

I do not have any sex ever, Officer Warner. You grabbed the Devil cock, no pussy.

Do you know what that means for your magic police hands?

How satisfied is your wife right now? Are you having divorce talks yet because she doesn't do it for you anymore?

THE ENTIRE CITY OF SUSANVILLE, and their corresponding State as a judicial circuit, caught the most ultimate gay disease because of one shithead cop. People like that ought to be weeded out from your system with extreme prejudice for your own job security, don't you think?

That's why all your kids and husbands are turning gay in Susanville.

Blame your local judge for not looking into the problem to do anything about it.

Here you go, Judge Cali-fag. This is what you do:

You look at the police report and you say, "That is not evidence to arrest a man for 2nd degree robbery," and you chastise the police department of Susanville, vindicating the man they attacked to rob of his spiritual life on purpose. Something they learned from your filthy Indian nigger community out here.

God is not pleased with California.

Normally an attorney would do that automatically as a public defender. We can examine that later, because this state is a criminal organization, and the attorney purposely attempted to justify the evil liar police story in an attempt to cover the corruption under the presumption I am a crack head idiot even though they never looked me in the eye and introduced themselves.

That's going to come back and bite you.

Try to bury a Woman alive again.

Ain't you seen Kill Bill?

You will learn the lesson of underestimating the Good Lord.

You are in my pocket, California, and Ms. Skeen.

Do a good job from now on, and maybe I won't be so cruel to you later.

They let me out because if they tried to take me to court for robbery that would have shot themselves in the face immediately. I am not out to get the idiots of California. Those people aren't on my radar, nor is American political concern ever. Those people are entirely insignificant and trivial to me with their interests as entirely non-applicable to mine.

I wanted out of jail, and that's what I got. You were trying to keep me in jail for as long as possible to hurt me without a valid legal justification to do so. I was there 4 MONTHS!!! BECAUSE OF YOUR GODLESS EVIL STORY LIES WITH MY POWER AS A STORYTELLER!!! you niggers are done. . .

You think you know magic, huh, Susanville PD? Don't you know what a badge is?

Does it give you permission to keep a man in jail for 4 months without allowing him a visit with his public defender? She wanted to ensure I was competent first. 4 months later I had the pleasure of making her introduction into public life.

She is most unhappy with her life choices, isn't she?

Every day, the sorrow of dread and guilt of the punishment from he law that I hang over her head as a more competent professional with her own career. That is the worst feeling ever!

Can you imagine what it feels like to know your head is next for the chopping black after you tried to chop off the head of the Son of God for the prosecution mindlessly in the role of a public defender? (she is the prosecution. She has no awareness of her role in criminal defense at all. I learned this in "jail based competency class" to keep me perpetually amused to see her as the joke criminal pretending to be educated that she is.)

Every day for her, the pit in her soul opens deeper to swallow her happiness and hope. She has no future anymore unless she stays in my pocket.

Staying in my pocket is not such a bad thing, Ms. Skeen. Perhaps you will learn how to be a competent attorney someday and be able to do some actual legal work to win big cases with me. I know you can't do it yourself because you have no awareness of moral integrity or justice at all, but with my help, we most definitely can.

There is a Constitutional law which requires American prisoners to be visited by their defensive legal counsel within a certain amount of time.

Whatever the excuse of California is, they did not meet that requirement. In fact, it was four months, over triple the allowable time Constitutionally required by the Supreme Court of the USA (a laughable joke itself). The law is the law, whether or not the judges are competent to enforce it knowledgeably,

So, we will bring that to court again, and they will say, he went this long before he talked to his public defender. What is your excuse? Did you try to visit with him?

No.

You said he is dangerous?

Did he get in any physical fights while there? Is he a known violent offender?

No.

"He said a lot of mean scary things in his solitary cell all those months. . ."

You felt so incompetent in your abilities as correctional officers to protect the staff and inmates, that you forbid this man from seeing his attorney? This one whom most of you wish to defend, and only a select few wish to accuse of a mental health disorder known as criminally insane dangerous to all society and human beings. You are suggesting he requires to be locked up forever in a mental health asylum, like a prisoner in a padded room, otherwise euthanized from your workload.

Does that sound about right?

You want to euthanize him from your workload. Your jobs are too difficult for you?

It's too much work to have someone watch him while he visits with his attorney?

I do not blame Ms. Skeen. I will defend her with my life. I believe she is a good person. She is also a woman.

"We spent almost four months with him in close contact day to day in the most awkward role of authority and privilege. It wasn't so bad. We didn't abuse him the way it seems. We got along very well, most of the time, and when we didn't, it's understandable."

I grew very close to a lot of those people. That's something I think Warmoth would say. The other day, one of the jailers was out grocery shopping with his daughter and I politely introduced myself as a law abiding neighbor should. "This is one of the guys I... watch."

"Yes sir. Anyway, cheers and good to see y'all. Have a good one."

That's part of how I knew what I was doing.

. . .

If you going to get arrested and spend 4 months in jail under lawless accusatory conditions while you undergo some literally intentional devil treatment in their silent hospital, you could do worse than Lassen County.

There is something very evil in the criminal justice system right about at this locus epicenter. That kind of lie cannot be covered up.

You are doing that normally? To a lot of people?

That is not how the code of law is ever to be used.

Somehow you blended video games with law enforcement, and it's unacceptable.

Do you understand the gravity of that kind of carelessness with my life!?

I told you I AM.

At the very beginning, and all of you made that an excuse to deprive me of all rights.

. . .

What do you think those words mean for yourself?

When I received my property back, Warmoth, do you know what I found?

Mold.

My Gatorade squeeze water bottle was open and spilled everywhere.

"That should not have happened."

I agree, sheriff. I agree very much.

Perish the thought, because I have some cigarettes in this other one.

A friendly shoutout to the one who puts the Ville with Susan.

bt

This is all actually a warm up

for a legal conversation imminent with the Hawaiian Bliss.

I believe she's single,

and possibly lookin' to mingle.

I want it to go well. The prosecution seems concerning, and I am concerned enough for myself to not want for their concerns.

September 9th is the next day I am to appear before the sight of the Lord.

I know it's not what it looks like, everyone. I have a lot of experience with this problem, and you caught the right one. I may solve that in a cinch.

You will have to cooperate with me, because I am not your slave, and this work is extremely difficult and most respected professionally.

You can make me known.

I am special in that way as also a real life hero in history future and present and past as Christians may interpret.

You may atone to me with monetary gifts at the very least, if you know no other means.

I am the Man who is hidden in Revelation without any word in the entire Bible to inform about my presence. You may only have known about me on faith entirely, as if seeing with a lamp in the forest gateway to Hell, to find the one at the edge.

He is there, far beyond the judgment of souls, and at the limit of permissible knowledge. He will not stop you from going. He may stop you.

I am he because I told you all about him.

I live that with the permanent zeal of the Lord's power as trusted and granted to us in divine communion with eucharistic faith.

There is nothing in that phrase to imply images of wheat, grain, or bread. Nor wine. What I am telling you is another use of those words with another aspect of the One Power to that of Christianity.

Your needs must know that I knew about that to go to it at the final hour, and fulfill the divine duty of the Lord as his presence because of the world Christian movement. (that is the title of a scholarly work as well)

The glory is the Lord's.

Most High.

Unknowable.

Unattainable.

If Richard Simmons is still around you can probably give him a Rocky montage and ask him nicely if he’ll use the bind breaker on the president.

Richard Simmons is an athletic superstar accounted for in the high heavens. People are always talking about folks like us behind our backs and out the side of their mouths. Don’t trip on the noise.

BT

Also did I tell you that I found one of Sonic’s rings when cultivating the garden?

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Maidens like magical magic life all the time too don’t they? That’s pretty much the only thing that can make life worth living for maidens.

Send them here. I have a godly surplus.

That last thing you would never want to do is try to trap maidens and force them to be with the “grab them by the pussy” people.

That was also treason to America. People like that are required to be forced into subjugation and menial roles in life. Feminine identity will never trust or respect American identity again, unless you also have my identity.

Seem similar to someone else you know? As if they either never learned the fact or purposely learned an evil and wrong idea, which doesn’t make any sense anyway. Human sacrifice like that makes goodness happen? Then how were we enjoying goodness before you dipshits?

Except for the fact that every dollar bill is the property of every American citizen when you use them to attack the godman.

Every think you did was not only you and your boys club in rich people land.

You attacked all of America by using yourselves to attack one man with all of America.

Explain what you did to the public.

Okay allow me:

“We destroyed his life for America like Jesus is destroyed for the the Jews. That’s the message of Christianity, isn’t it?”

You used all of America, conspiring with your bull shit club, to attack Christianity like a stupid illiterate Jew child.

Are you people even Jewish?

Of course not. You are supposedly ‘people’?

No you aren’t.

They attacked me because I am a Christian and they would rather I not be. That’s is attacking all Christians and all people who are graced and loved without having to participate in the religious rituals and offer sacrifices anymore.

Everyone else, take a deep breath.

Their crime will be resolved with supernatural God the Devil activity privately in their own lives. That’s what they are asking for (signs as proof of supernatural reality to justify religion for them without having to learn) and they will receive it.

It’s nothing for you to think about and you should not imagine it either.

Please accept this offering from Japan for the purpose:

They will suffer like they are attacked by the Phantom Thieves if the PT were also the Phantom Doomslayers. The effect will be similar, but much more devastating with another order of magnitude of vengeful wrath to deliver. (Persona 5)

In other words, they will learn that the feeling of guilt itself is the proof of supernatural reality that justifies religion in all forms.

They will feel guilt and never stop.

It’s a fact of reality derived simply by contemplating the reason you feel bad with guilt at anytime. If you stop yourself entirely and contemplate the feeling of guilt itself further with amazement, awe, and wonder, you will find the divine truth of supernatural reality.

You can find that truth by contemplating a flower of any kind.

So why don’t they?

They are in a rush, in a hurry, expediently piling their resources ahead of everyone else because they know other people want them.

Who has time to sit and think about a flower all day long so that eventually it gets tired of your leering and simply opens up the divine lotus of Kagemusou’s doom upon your saucer eyes and you never forget it.

His meowth laps up the milk from your eyes even as you read, but you were not reading were you? You are contemplating a flower.

The Curse of Kafemusou’s Doom — death by maidens.

“Do you know something I don’t know?”

Standby for your commercial interruption:

“Those aren’t geese, they’re grease!”

Flip to rockabilly dude and duddette scrubbing glass dish furiously then holding it up with a sparkle.

You were clearly watching geese beforehand.

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They are a basket of fried fruit legs.

“What are fried fruit legs?”

Think about it while I wash my hair

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Safe enough. He is hit by a rubber chicken. Blessed be his name (Sir Studley).

You have to put them in the bind breaker.