calliope:
@museNot
the inevitable end of all things. you may refer to me, as muse. this will differentiate me from the riffraff. very dead. so be it.
the chase. concluded. i will have my satisfaction. hee hee. #goodnight
i will have my satisfaction. he may believe this chase. is one that he can win. but. the possibility has never existed. each thread i have known has reflected this reality. it could be called fate. however. we both know. it is worse than that. #targeted
ahh. haa haa. #targeted
WHAT HAVE YOu DONE WITH MY SISTER'S BODY. I WAS GOING TO EAT THAT.
the headstone. it was a nice touch. poorly transcribed. hastily chewed into shape. your sentimentality disturbed me all the way back from a peaceful afterlife.
ahh. haa haa. hee hee. so you did miss me. though some liberal depictional exaggerations were made... i can almost taste your misery. #targeted
YOu HAVE. NO IDEA. HOW uNBELIEVABLY QuICKLY. I COuLD HAVE YOuR FLESH uNSPOOLED. FOR EVEN IMPLYING IN ABSTRACT. ROuNDABOuT BuTTFuCKERY. ROLEPLAY. THAT I EVER MISSED MY SISTER. PAST. PRESENT. OR RAPIDLY SHRINKING FuTuRE. YOu ARE SIGNING YOuR OWN DEATH WARRANT IN BLOOD. THAT YOu ARE SORELY RuNNING LOW ON. MAKE NO MISTAKE. I WILL ACTuALLY KILL YOuR BITCH ASS.
oh. no. what could possibly be done to desecrate my corpse further. perhaps you could pull your middling shaft out of your "bitchmade" sphincter to free up some... airspace. hee hee.
PuTRID. AND INACCuRATE. IF I COuLD REALLY REACH THAT FAR. I WOuLD ABSOLuTELY BE RELISHING IN IT. RuBBING THAT TRIPOD MONSTERCOCK. LIKE A POOL NOODLE. BACK TO FRONT. FRONT TO BACK. THE ONLY MIDDLING SHAFT. I KNOW OF. IS AN ELEVEN HuNDRED FOOT WASTE RECEPTACLE. I AM ABOuT TO GO RETRIEVE. AND TOSS THE BODY. OF MY DEAD SISTER. CONGRATuLATIONS. I KNOW WHERE I BuRIED HERE. AND NOW. SHE IS ABOuT TO BE DESECRATED.
YOu ARE STARTING TO FREAK ME OuT. MODS? THERE ARE MODERATORS ON THIS WEBSITE. RIGHT? JANKY AS IT IS. @MODS. @BOSSES. @BIGBITCHESBEHINDTHECOuNTER. HELP? COuLD YOu INTERVENE? THERE IS SOMEONE PRETENDING TO BE SOMEONE THEY ARE CERTIFIABLY NOT. A DEAD PERSON OF INTEREST. THEY ARE INTERESTED IN PRETENDING TO BE. STOP THIS FuCKING CuNT'S CHICANERY. AT ONCE. BEFORE I HAVE TO GET INVOLVED.
it would be... a bad idea to stop what has already happened. or have you become too stupid to know that. in my absence.
OKAY. IF YOu ARE REALLY MY SISTER. THERE WOuLD BE CERTAIN. LINES OF INQuIRY. THAT ONLY YOu WOuLD KNOW THE ANSWER TO. WE SPENT PLENTY OF TIME TOGETHER. BEFORE YOu GOT YOuR RATCHET. SKANK ASS KILLED. AND KICKED OuT TO THE CuRB. BEFORE YOu STuNK uP THE PLACE. TELL ME. IF YOu ARE CALLIOPE. THE REAL CALLIOPE. HOW MANY FINGERS AM I HOLDING uP.
none. you are typing. actively. for the last ten minutes? you have been frantically checking my old accounts for activity. only one of our fated pair is unable to handle the Truth.
you are flipping off every corner of your room. wildly. frantically. your misery makes me squirm in the worst ways. continue.
you are flipping off the corner closest to our bed. while the other grasps at your junk. which barely seems to fill that hand. ahh. haa haa.
OKAY. DO NOT CALL IT OuR BED. IT WAS. ALWAYS HAS BEEN. AND CONTINuES TO BE. MY BED. THERE IS NOTHING MuTuAL ABOuT THAT ARRANGEMENT. AND I THINK. SOMEHOW. SOME WAY. YOu KNOW THAT. YOu STuPID FuCK. YOu uNINTELLECTuAL BIB WEARING SHIT EATING GRINNER. I AM ABSOLuTELY BAFFLED. HOW YOu SEEM TO HAVE DOXXED THE INNERMOST CONTENTS. OF MY TRAuMATIC CHILDHOOD. AND ARE NOW AIRING. THAT STINKY PIT STENCH RICH. DIRTY LAuNDRY. FOR ALL TO SEE.
you do not make it difficult. knowing precisely what you do. when you do it. how you do it. that is a permanent skill. i will always have.