There is no actual strength in your stalking. You aren’t doing it to box with me. It’s not like it’s a call to arms- you know I’d whup your ass in the street, frankly. Make a show of you rolling up on me. I’m not one of these slight, white bitches who put up with your braying fuckboy nonsense because it gives them money.

Anybody you try to send in to do your dirty work towards me sees you’re the same fucking pussy of a “male” that has already been emasculated by me that I wave you off as when you get your panties in a bunch.

There are not enough black men in dresses or white women in strap-ons willing to take money to dick you down to erase my having more courageous cajones than you’ve ever had. It’s not the penance you keep mentally trying to position it as…because it’s not the rape you enacted. You ask them for it. That kid was groomed.

You may have convinced yourself you want to be fucked by me… But you don’t want to fight me. You’re doing this mess because you don’t trust the people you ‘fuck with’ not to be betraying you off in the cut with any of the ones who won’t fuck with you.

Because you deserve to be betrayed in your fucking nonsense.

You spy and stalk because the last “big time’ you dug a lil deeper ya found out the guy you wrote off as your perpetual professional gimpy whipping boy fucked with me for real … & actually dug me so much he made peace with God making him see you didn’t dig him at all.

You keep looking ova here…because you know they’re listening to me, looking for cues to confirm the horrid shit they alone already sense you’re currently up to… even as you set up another round of slandering me. They all know your tells. They all roll their eyes when you kick up harassing me again. Them taking their 10% doesn’t blind them to the piece of shit you’ve always been.

That’s what makes the current tilt of this place all the more laughable. Stalking me and spying on my ass… is an expression of You still being a wannabe …wanting to be in the loop. Even when you’re supposedly the main carnival barker in it. But you can’t even be in the loop of the false narratives you keep trying to construct around me.

You’re supposed to be one of the popular kids…yet here you are fucking obsessed with me, a chick not jockeying for the charts at all. It’s creepy as fuck, but whatever.

You circle back because you suffer through seeing your lies never work in the eyes of those you tell them to. & keep wanting to blame me.

But this?

It’s not just because I am in every sense of the word , an Angel… and am so good at the cosmic job I have agreed to.

It’s because you simply suck at yours.

You’re a bad actor. No one believes you.

Most especially when you’re being your sick in the head, boring- assed self.

Your pathology grates against the nerves of everyone you have to have on some variant of payroll to even put UP with you.

You will only be missed by the ones who believe the media lies held in place by your team to pay for their mortgages and car notes. & I feel bad for those who will miss you because I get how desperate they are in this world to believe some modicum of decency survives and still exists in the cesspool this place keeps trying to convince them earth needs to be. Because the monetized exposes to rip that swaddling away from them are probably going to hold off until you’re gone.

I won’t even say the sooner the better we get to that stage.

Because there’s still space for you to actually turn it all around, non-per formatively.

But… thanks. For alerting me to the season your victim finally does get fed up with you gearing up. I still probably won’t tune in but… duly noted, you know?

You wanted your harrassment and abuse to be “front page news” on The MAG again… but god is about to see that demand and raise it…

… to satisfy everyone else pelting the heavens over the callousness of your stupid ass.

& Fuck you for every attempt at attacking my books. Fuck you on behalf of every kid and adult who will have more nonsense to push through to feel heard by them so they can save themselves from the conniving fucks like youalready in their lives trying to keep them in some semblance of captivity.

You are working in concert with all the other abusers who need to be shot in the face for what they have done to kids …even as you try to get as close as possible to blurring the lines about what you’ve actually done. But all that is about to get clarified like a motherfuck all over your ass. Sans any involvement from me.

Good Luck. & Godspeed, God.

Because… enough already. Sheesh.