Asides

Oh really? Ever tally up the amount of money you have given to the mother of the kid you fucked over the years?

Because we all know your “friends” encouraged you to tally up how much $ you have given the kid you groomed to fuck and list out all you’ve done “for” your now adult victim since you fucked her and numbed her out. Did you cover the cost of ALL of her self-harming hospital visits? You think I don’t know about the fucking cutting?

Did you pay for her therapy as fast as you paid to bury HER public interview admission, thinking it was going to be her claim to fame due to your mindfuckery? You keep circling my ass because even YOU feel it wasn’t enough, no matter what they tell you, huh?

Maybe you should run those numbers YOU paid the mom before you whinge it wasn’t child sex trafficking , only to keep trying to fuck with my shit, the one person you Know knows you know it was. Moron.

tender moment adult and child holding hands outdoors
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…Wasn’t even the age of consent in Canada…when you started working on her. But…yeah.

& fucking Stop trying to make me the bad guy for paying attention when she publicly told on your ass. I never needed to know the shit. Whether she backed down or not, there was a moment she wanted EVERYONE to know. She felt that Defined by you & her mom’s utter bullshit. Every person who enabled you to miss that off-ramp where you could have Healed her Fucking failed you. and YOU know it. I fucking TOLD you to keep me the fuck out of this fucking nonsense. You only keep coming for me because you WANT to be punished for what you did to that KID. You want me to swing on you because you don’t have the balls to fix what you fucked up in her OR clean your fucking house of all those who enabled you. Get the Fuck outta my shit and GO fix yours.

The Angel.

When yall finally “get” that these fucking “Mothers” are the ENGINE and Often Engineer of the brunt of this child-raping shit… Who know full well who they are bringing around their daughters AND sons, & why, who know exactly who the fuck they procreated with and for what perks…

Shit will change.

…yall don’t realize how ready these ‘fucked in the head by this mess’ kids are to popping.

I’d bet money that 60% of those NyPD fucks who resigned were on the books for repeatedly aggressively policing communities they came into with all of the disdain not living in neighborhoods amongst the ones they harassed breeds. The remaining 40% covered their trails and tracks.

American bullies legitimized by polyester uniforms Should stand the Fuck down.For good. But they’ll probably just get rehired in a different corrupt township.

“Nah~ you wanna be here soo fucking badly~WRITE. Oh! what? where ya goin~? Don’t backtrack!! TOO LATE NOW, ya pussies~! You’re IN fn NOV Nov now~ Alllll that fn better than mwahmwahing, stupid grousing & shit-talking… show the world something you didn’t lift from somebody fn else! Put up or shut the FUCK up…Fuck going AWOL.

You think these fn #writerhead #bookbabies give a fuck how you got rounded up into this mess? They’re damned near demons, God love’em! & yo ass showed up with Bullshit, literally asking to be fucking possessed. You better write for your life or they’re going to curse the fuck out of every aspect of your ass for disrespecting their season- Why the fuck do you think they START on Hallow’s eve?!

Come the fuck on!! The coy daily word count is literally 1-66-7! Are ya blind or stupid? How did ya not pick up what you were patching into?!

Haaa! Good fucking Luck!”

The Angel, watching it dawn on the moles in the battalion that they’ve been conscripted too… after popping them in the fucking forehead for not discerning the body.
@ the Opening ceremonies for the PWA platform alone~

…so far the tribe has already written FOUR fucking MILLION WORDS across 50,000 people since it’s kicked off at 12am November 1st in the first time zone! The goal today: TEN MILLION.

Talk about LET’S FUCKING Gooooooo~!

The Angel, all “YaaarRrrr!!!!” at the collective fire of a thousand suns penetrating the van Allen belts & lighting up her ass at fn 8am.

Real talk, whatever it is that wants to be born is probably going to be borderline kinda like “Fuq YOU~ Write Me~” once you really get in the minor key OF Novel November.

Really writing gives absolutely NO fucks for your feelings OR ego at all. & Starting it when the veil itself is at its’ thinnest during the year didn’t have anything to do with us humans. It was the book babies conspiring, wanting to beat our asses until we birth their books, all working in unison, to fall on writerheads at once for a global push.

Let’s call it fucking cosmic literary Lahmahze!

It’s kinda cool, actually. The camaraderie. If Stephen King WERE to do officially sign on to it, his book babies could be clotheslining him just the same way some teenager in Poughkeepsie could be getting body slammed on day three their first year patching in to the flow.

I used to think… there’d be some… semblance of group survival instinct if it were to happen. The zombie apocalypse. Lolol. But seeing these fn people… in this fucking movie… makes me… think about…. America…today. Especially since the prime mover prime idiots are the offspring of the equivalent of a pharmaceutical bigwig, whose daddy caused all this trying to get young again to fuck his stupid daughter’s dumb best friend.

They actually said “nevermind How it started~”

& I laughed… but then thought of if ozempic started turning narcs & MAGAs. Okay. I still kept laughing… but it was a solemn chuckle.

But the movie’s really about… friendship.

(stop laughing lol)

-AB

If you encouraging yourself or anyone else cheering you on …

makes him try ‘to put you (back) in your place’ or ‘take you down a few pegs…’

He hates Love having anything to do with you and will try to taint it any time love tries to show up in your life beyond the pittance of the fake version of it he doles out to you.

…you will KNOW a motherfucker by the actuality of their “works” concerning you, towards you, and on the topic OF you, whether you are in the room or not.

Apologize to your self for wasting ANY sincere energy you did on that piece of shit and move the fuck on.