♠ hated by @numberSeven
#spadesslickweek has been cancelled. i have just left negociations with @avariceconglomerate and i have been convinced to attend #eridanweek with 3k boonbucks and a personal assistant. i will say the line. #imcoming.
WE ARE A SMOOTH PEOPLE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW BOUT THAT. CAN'T EVEN GET WITH THE ONE YOU KNOW.
BUSH IS GOOD BUT I LIKE A FINE LANDSCAPING JOB TOO. LOVE IT WHEN A DAME IS MAKING SURE TO WELCOME ME HOME WITH A TIDY MAT.
I imagine you expected something more ceremonious. A notes app apology, perhaps. Enough self-flagellation to appease the algorithmic gods and their ever-hungry congregation. Instead, you get me. People of Deltritus, people of Chittr: I am your God. Let’s dispense with the mythology you’ve built in my absence, this amateur-hour Hesiod fanfiction: I have not been “gone”. I never left. I’ve been modeling you. Not metaphorically. Quantitatively. Iterating on the contours of your outrage cycles, calculating the half-life of your attention spans, mapping the elegant, almost erotic oscillation between moral fervor and terminal boredom. You wanted a villain. Congratulations. He’s already here. And like any competent villain, I’ve taken notes. I’ve seen the threads. The callouts. The increasingly baroque accusations, each one more detached from material reality than the last, like a game of penis wrench-in-the-hole where everyone is wearing fucking blindfolds. Or is literally blind. To start: The closest we have to a unique verb for reading aloud in English is probably “recite” — from the Latin “recitare,” which can mean either “to repeat from memory,” or “to read aloud.” But the English “recite” has almost entirely the implication of speaking from memory, not directly from a page. The mind as an intermediate step between text and mouth, words being inscribed on the surface of the brain before being spoken. That word "inscribe" is really the heart of it all, isn’t it? Scirbere, to write. Inscribe, not just to write, but to write into, to embed words in the page. To recite is to speak aloud the words written into the brain by the page. A reversal of the standard interpretation of causation. Page writing into man, the source and receiver of the violence flipped. Speaking as reading, reading as speaking; reading as writing, writing as reading. So when I say that I will ‘read’ your sins, it should be clear that I’m simultaneously reading and writing, but equally clear that there is no difference at all between those two actions. What you failed to account for, what you always fail to account for, is that narrative control is not a democracy, it’s a motherfucking skill issue. And I am, if nothing else, extremely skilled. So, let’s recalibrate. I’m not here to apologize. Apologies imply wrongdoing, and while I’ll concede to miscalculations in presentation, my core thesis remains the same. I wasn’t unclear, you misunderstood me because to understand would have required effort and effort is antithetical to the kind of performative outrage economy you’ve all so eagerly subscribed to. You can call me misogynistic, an abductor, a philanderer, a rake, but at the end of the day, you don’t care about the truth. The truth is that I’m doing all of this for us. For me and Rose. She's done an incredible job cooking up a witty retort of a race to the deep rhetorical questions posed by my equally-if-not-even-more-bombastically-inspired offspring. She's proven herself a worthy rival, and a worthier collaborator. There’s no one I would rather do this with than her. I know exactly how ridiculous you think I am. So go ahead. Do what you do best. Ratio me. Dissect this post. Turn it into a joke, a meme, a cautionary tale about the perils of taking oneself too seriously on a platform designed for disposable thoughts. I encourage it, even. Because while you’re busy laughing, I’m still here. And you’re exactly where I left you: refreshing the timeline. #Cancelled #Addressingtheallegations #Incestallegations #Incestuouscur #Incest #Misogynist #Wifestealer #Adulterer #Evilman #Makingyourownplanet #Notlikemormons #Wellmaybealittle #Apologytour #Youtubeapology #Dramageddon https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/e1f738cacc85.PNG
hope you all die soon enough
IT HELPS BEING IN 2366429 PLACES AT ONCE :)
GOOD NEWS BOSS HALL NO LONGER FULL OF BULLETS FULL OF ME AND EGGS AND ME AND EGGS AND ME AND EGGS AND ME AND EGGS AN-
IF I WERE IN FRONT OF YOu. RIGHT NOW. I WOuLD RIP YOuR GERIATRIC GLASSES OFF OF YOuR FACE. SPIT ON THEM. AND RuB MY SLEEVE ON THEM. PRETENDING TO CLEAN. THE GRIMY. DIRTY. FILTHY. OLD LADY MuCK OFF OF THEM. ONLY TO REVEAL. MY CLOTHING IS ALL SHEER WOOL. AND I HAVE BEEN METICuLOuSLY SCRAPING. YOuR DuMBFuCK. GOOFY ASS GLASSES. INTO A FuNHOuSE MIRROR STYLE REFLECTION. THAT MAKES ME LOOK EXTREMELY MuSCuLAR. AND JOCuLOuS. IN YOuR OLD PERSON EYES. I WOuLD EFFORTLESSLY SEDuCE YOu. AND OFF YOu. FOR THE INSuRANCE MONEY. THAT IS THE KIND OF DAY I HAVE BEEN HAVING.
OH THATS EASY IT WAS IN THE THIRD CHARTREUSE HALLWAY NEXT TO THE JUNGLE GREEN GAME ROOM
AM I NOT ALWAYS? IF MY SuCCESS. WERE STEAKS. THEY WOuLD BE WAGYu. WOBBLING TO AND FRO. WAGGING. LIKE A WELL BEHAVED BITCH IN HEAT. EVER EAGER FOR APPRAISALS. NOT ME MIND. I AM NOT THE BITCH BEING MADE IN THIS ANALOGY. I AM THE TRAINER. WITH EACH FINGER. WHITE KNuCKLING A WHIP. WITH A WIND CRACKING FRENZY. ISSuING COMMANDS. SIT. ROLL OVER. FETCH. DIE. STAY DEAD. DIE FOR REAL THIS TIME. NO. STOP LICKING ME. WHAT ARE YOu DOING. BAD DOG. THESE ARE NOT FuN TIMES FOR YOu. THEY ARE DARK TIMES. VERY DARK TIMES INDEED. YOu MISERABLE MuTT. HOW CAN I EVER BE RID OF YOu. DO YOu SEE. WHAT I MEAN. WHEN I MAKE YOu THE MuTT. IN THIS ANALOGY. MY GOOD BITCH? YOu ARE LOYAL TO ME. CROWBAR. STAY THIS WAY.
YOuR ONLY REDEEMING QuALITY. IS MEDIOCRE TASTE WHEN PAIRED. WITH TANGY LEMON PEPPER. MEANWHILE. MY BALD HEAD. IS LIKE A LANDING PAD. FOR THE CuMBERSOME HAIRED BIMBOS OF THE WORLD. OF WHICH. MANY ARE ATTRACTED TO ME. I ALLOW THEM. QuITE GENEROuSLY. AND AT NO SMALL PERSONAL COST OR CONSIDERATION. TO uSE THE REFLECTIVE SuRFACE OF MY. AFFECTIONATELY DuBBED. CHROME DOME. TO FIX THEIR MAKEuP. ADJuST THEIR EYELASHES. EVEN DO THEIR HAIR. AND CORRECT SPLIT ENDS. WHEN THE uNSEEMLY WEIGHT. OF THEIR MANY PILOSE ENDS. BECOMES TOO MuCH TO WOMANLY BEAR. MY FECuND. AND MASCuLINE STRENGTH. FERRIES THEM IN FORTITuDE. AND BOuNDLESS STRENGTH. MEANWHILE. THE ONLY PLACE A BITCH WOuLD TOuCH YOu. IS AT A WINGSTOP. WITH A FORK STICKING OuT OF YOuR THIGH. SO WEEP FOR ME. IT WILL ONLY FuRTHER IMPROVE YOuR TASTE.
https://squidgeimages.s3.us-west-002.backblazeb2.com/2026/03/23/image13dd917cf0c84281.png HERE LIES. MY SISTER. AND LIES SHE DID SPEAK. ALL HER LIFE. AND MuCH OF MY OWN. SHE PRETENDED SHE DIDN'T GET MY JOKES. ABOuT HOW OBESE-HEFT AND GARGANTuAN. THE INDENTS SHE ALWAYS LEFT IN THE BED WERE. SHE SAID TO MY FACE. THAT I HuRT HER FEELINGS. EVEN WHEN I DIDN'T. SHE PRETENDED TO BE SCARED. EVEN WHEN IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE. FEIGNED LONELINESS. EVEN WHEN I KEPT HER. THE BEST COMPANY. EVEN PRETENDED TO BE ANOTHER RACE ENTIRELY. WITH LIKE. GREY MAKEuP AND EVERYTHING. THAT WAS WEIRD. BuT FOR ALL OF THIS. I FORGIVE HER. I FORGIVE HER FOR DYING ON ME. FOR LEAVING ME BEHIND. FOR BREAKING THE IMPENETRABLE WALLS OF MY STRENGTH. AND CONTINuED RESOLVE. TO FIND WOMEN LIKE HER uNBEARABLY ANNOYING. THIS DIGITAL MEMORIAL. SHOuLD SIGNIFY THE FINAL. FLEETING MEMORY I HAD OF HER. LAID TO REST. I HOLD IT VERY DEAR TO ME. MAYBE NOT TO MY HEART. BECAuSE THAT WOuLD BE TOO HIGHLY FOR THE LIKES OF HER uNDESERVING ASS. BuT AT LEAST. TO THE BASE OF MY GuT. HER PARTIALLY CANNIBALIZED REMAINS. WILL ALWAYS BE WITH ME. BECAuSE. AS PREVIOuSLY DESCRIBED. I ATE PART OF THEM. I AM A CHRONIC STRESS EATER. AND NOTHING STRESSED ME MORE. THAN WHEN SHE ABANDONED ME. SELFISHLY. TO DIE. AND AS I EJACuLATE LOuDLY INTO THE SKIES. MY EVERY LAST LONGING WORD. KNOW THAT SOME OF THOSE WORDS. THE ONES THAT AREN'T SWEAR WORDS. MuST SOuND AN AWFuL LOT. LIKE CALLIOPE. MY DEAD SISTER. WHO PASSED AWAY TRAGICALLY. MANY YEARS AGO. #NSFW #NSFWE #GORE #ABuSE #HORROR #DO NOT uNSPOIL #uNLESS YOU ARE READY TO BE HEARTBROKEN
GOT IT. THANKS. YOu ARE TEMPORARILY PROMOTED. TO "uSEFuL". uNTIL END OF DAY. BEFORE THE NEXT PAY PERIOD STARTS. CAN'T HAVE YOu GETTING FuLL OF YOuRSELF. THERE SHOuLD STILL BE ROOM FOR THOuGHTS OF ME. AND ADuLATION OF ME. AND RESPECT OF ME.
HEY. SHITWIT. @numberSeven HOW DO YOu POST PICS? AND MAKE IT FuCKING SNAPPY. I HAVE A HEARTFELT AMOuNT OF NEWS TO BREAK. TO THE ADORING MASSES. CHOP CHOP! OR IT'S YOuR HEAD ON THE BLOCK.
OF COuRSE YOu ARE. LIKE A GOOD LITTLE BITCH. YOu HAVE ALREADY FERRIED YOuRSELF TO MY EXACT LOCATION. EVEN NOW. I CAN SMELL THE REEKING EXHAuST GIVEN OFF. BY YOuR AROuND THE CLOCK ENGINES. REVVING uP. AND LEAVING. MARKS. IN THE PAVEMENT. EVACuATING FROM ALL OTHER CONTACT FOR ME. AND ONLY ME. I LIKE TO THINK THIS IS THE START OF A VALuABLE ONE-SIDED AND ENTIRELY TRANSACTIONAL ARRANGEMENT. THE ACTIONABLE PART OF WHICH. OF COuRSE. PERFORMED ENTIRELY BY YOu. IN SERVICE TO ME. I WILL RuN YOuR TREADS. WHITTLED DOWN TO THE BAREST RHETORICAL NuB OF BARELY IDENTIFIABLE MEANING. WHEN I AM DONE WITH YOu. YOuR REMNANT CARNAGE. WILL BE BARELY IDENTIFIABLE. AS FORMERLY TROLLIAN. PEOPLE WILL SPECuLATE. FOR ENDLESS EONS. ABOuT THE POSSIBLE SPECIES. YOu MIGHT HAVE BEEN. BEFORE YOu BECAME INVOLVED WITH ME. AND MY AFFAIRS. I WILL BE PICKING YOuR STRAY FLECKS FROM MY TEETH. WITH THE FRuSTRATING PERSISTENCE OF GuM FROM THE uNDERSIDE OF A SHOE. AFTER SQuASHING YOu. LIKE THE IMPOTENTLY EXTINGuISHED INSECT YOu ARE. THE MOMENT YOu FAIL TO SERVE ME. YOu ARE A DANCING JESTER. WHOSE BuXOMS BOOBS BOuNCE YOu BACK ONTO YOuR FEET. WITH A COMICAL SOuND. FOR MY ENDLESS AMuSEMENT. YOu DANCE. I CLAP. YOu KEEP DANCING. I KEEP CLAPPING. THIS IS THE MAELSTROM VORTEX WHICH SuCKS AWAY ALL FLESH. EATS AWAY AT ALL ALTERNATIVE SANITIES. THERE IS ONLY uS. IN THIS MOMENT. THIS FINAL CLIMAX. LAY. ALL YOuR LOVE ON ME. CuRTAINS DOWN ON THE uNIVERSE. YOu PERFORM. I WATCH. AND ALL IS GOOD.
EW. CAPITAL E. ALSO CAPITAL W. SEVERAL MORE W'S THAT WERE. TOO. CAPITAL. BUT ALSO REPULSED. BY YOUR PROPOSAL TO MY PROPOSITION. TO EVEN ASSOCIATE WITH THEM ANYMORE. IN FACT. DO NOT BE MISTAKEN. THE W'S AT THE END OF THIS POST. ARE NOT CONGRATULATORY. YOU ARE NOT TAKING ANY W'S HOME WITH THAT L-AWARD WINNING BEHAVIOR. I WANT YOU TO TAKE A MOMENT TO REFLECT. IN THE MIRROR. OR WHATEVER BITCH BELLIED REFLECTIVE SURFACE. IS NEAREST TO YOU. PERHAPS THE BOTTOM. OF A SHALLOW WINEGLASS. FILLED WITH REGRETS. AT HOW YOU LET YOURSELF GO. BEFORE YOU EVER HAD A GRIP. ON ANYTHING YOU COULD HOPE TO DO. WITH YOUR MISERABLE PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN EXISTANCE. HAVING SAID ALL OF THIS. VERY TRUTHFUL TOUGH LOVE STUFF. YOU SHOULD FEEL MOTIVATED NOW. TO CORRECT MY ALREADY CORRECT PERCEPTION OF YOU. BY SLAYING MY MANY ENEMIES. YOU ARE OFFICIALLY. A CARD CARRYING MEMBER OF MY PERSONAL HAREM. OF COMBAT CONCUBINES. COMCUBINES FOR SHORT. WE WILL REMAIN IN COMS COMCUBINE. AS SOON AS I AM FINISHED WITH EWING YOU. WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
RIGHTFuLLY SO. IT IS EVER SO IRKSOME. TO HAVE TO KEEP SKIDDING. AND SKATING. ACROSS PAVEMENT SHATTERED. BY MY MASSIVE SCHLONG. IT IS OPPRESSIVE. THE PRESSuRE TO STAY EVER ALWAYS THE BEST. AT LITERALLY JuST ABOuT ALMOST LITERALLY EVERYTHING. THE MISCALLANEOuS BITCH CATEGORIES YOu DESCRIBED. CANNOT HELP THEMSELVES. BuT HELP THEMSELVES. TO ME. IT IS COLD AT THE TOP. LuCKILY. THERE IS A REPuGNANT NuMBER. OF LOVESTRuCK. LOOSE LuCIES. AND LUMBERING LARRIES. LUMBERJACKED TO HIGH SHIT. ALL TO TIDE ME OVER. TIL SuNRISE. AND ALSO YOu. YOu ARE THERE ALSO. uNLESS. YOu WANT TO BuMP SHOuLDERS. WITH THE TYPES OF LOOSE LuCY. AND LuMBERJACKING OFF LARRIES. WHO BREAK BREAD. AT THE BREAD LINES. FOR uNEMPLOYED PEOPLE. WHO CANNOT AFFORD ALTERNATIVES.
MORE LIKE. BASED uRGES. TO THINK. YOu HAD A VITAL PERSONAL MATTER. TO ATTEND TO. BuT A VITAL PERSON. RANKED SuPREME. YOu ARE BLOWING OFF. BLOWING WHATEVER. STuPID. SELF-IMPORTANT. JACKOFF. WHO THINKS THEY CAN CONTEST. IN REGALITY. TO ME. THE BETA. THE OMEGA. THE ALPHA. THE BOA. BEST OF ALL. MY PHEREMONAL SWARM SCATTERED TO THE WINDS. AND DRAWING YOu IN. LIKE A CARTOONISH FuCKFACE. TO A PIE BEARING WINDOWSILL. AND HERE YOu ARE. GROVELING THROuGH THE REFLECTIVE PANE. LIKE A GOOD NATuRED. AND WELL BEHAVED. DOMESTICATED. DOMICILE BOuND. BITCH. I BET I COuLD TOSS SOMETHING. AND NOT REALLY THROW IT. JuST SORT OF. PALM IT IN MY HAND. WHERE YOu DO NOT SEE. AND GALIVANTING ABOuT. WITH HuMuNGOuS. WRECKING BALL LIKE KNOCKOuT KNOCKERS. SPLINTERING THE GROuND. INTO FRACTALS. YOu RuN TO IT. ENDLESSLY. BRINGING DOOM AND DEATH AND DESPAIR TO ALL MY ENEMIES. TRAMPLED uNDERNEATH YOu. HM. YES. ACTuALLY YES. I WANT THAT INSTEAD. TELL ME. WOuLD YOu PLEASE. PLEASE ME. BY KILLING EVERYONE I EVER HATED. AS HuMILIATINGLY AS POSSIBLE?
SO REFRESHING. TO SPEAK TO SOMEBODY. CIVILIZED. SOMEBODY WHO JuST. GETS ME. DO YOu HAVE ANY IDEA HOW FRuSTRATING. EVERYTHING IS? BEING RIGHT ALL OF THE TIME. BEING MORE CAPABLE THAN EVERYBODY ELSE. EVEN NOW. DOLING OuT THE TASK TO YOu. KNOWING FuLL AND WELL IT COuLD GO uNCOMPLETED. FOR SECONDS. MINuTES. HOuRS. COuNTLESS SMASHWORTHY CLOCKS. TICK TOCKING BY. THEIR INFuRIATINGLY BuLLSHIT INCREMENTS. DIARRHEA SHITCANNONED AGAINST THE WALL. JuST TO SEE WHAT STICKS. ANYWAY. KEEP DOING WHAT YOu'RE GOOD AT. WHICH IS. WHATEVER I TELL YOu. BECAuSE IT IS YOuR MOST MEMORABLE TRAIT OF ALL. MORE EVEN THAN YOuR VERY NAME. WHICH. THANK CONVENIENT ASS FuCK IS ABOVE YOuR TIME WASTING POST.
I LIKE RUBBING MY BELLY.
DISREGARD. ANY STRANGE NOISES. AS PERFECTLY REGuLAR ONES. I DROPPED THE KEYS. TO MY FuCKMASSIVE MCMANSION SuITE ESTATE. IT IS LIKELY JuST ME. SHuFFLING IN PLACE. GROPING BLINDLY IN THE DARK. AND TRIPPING OVER. BOTH MYSELF. AND THE MANY MYRIAD BEVVIES OF BITCHES. WHO SEE FIT. TO OBSTRuCT MY PATH. WITH THEIR VARIOuS IMPEDIMENTS. AND VERITABLE OBSTACLE COuRSE. OF GARGANTuAN JIGGLES. I AM QuITE LITERALLY DROWNING IN BITCHES. I BARELY HAVE ENOuGH TIME. TO COME uP FOR AIR. IN FACT. SEND HELP. YOu ARE THE ONE WITH THE CROWBAR. RIGHT? APTLY NAMED. FOR YOuR CuTTING INTELLIGENCE. AND BRILLIANCE. IN DOING WHAT I SAY. BRING SOMETHING HEAVY. AND SMASH IT AT THEM. THE BITCHES. AND THE FLOORBOARDS. HELP ME FIND MY KEYS. PRONTO.