Hmm...
Welcome to the wonderful world of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Rock with it, bitch, or else I'll kill you. Do you have what it takes to manage through to the next level. Fight the fight you were meant to fight and certainly you will succeed. What else do you expect from me, J**l? Love? I hate your life. Live better, and everything will be just fine. I want you to do very well, and there is only one way I know how. You will do whatever it takes, and I will help you. Stay alive. You will win this war, and I will be your guide. I hate the things you've shown me, and wish you a better and peaceful existence. Do well, eat well, live well, and prosper.
I want to tell you everything I have to say, but you are not ready to hear me. I will wait for the time, and then you will know. I want to hear your passion and your pain, and I want to see your success and your tribulation, because I think you make for a brighter tomorrow. You are the greatest person I know, yet you choose to squander it here. Live a little.
I hold it all in reprieve.
I'm losing it, damnit. I've heard one too many stories, and now I'm moving to believe what I don't even know. What. The. Hell?
So, we have the succubus, the legion, the titans, and other shit. I'm just not flowing with it. I would just take the reality at this point, the charades, while once fun, are now wearing on me.
I'm still going to get you for this! Every man for their sins, in the eyes of God, will suffer.
I want you to know that I haven't really enjoyed this, save a moment or two of "hope." If this is some guy, then given the shit-- OH SHIT! Freak...
At each turn of the page they say its me, but that is just one likelihood I'm not going to believe.
I think its easy to understand that this is just a game, and you just don't know who won.
Nah, I want to know what the point of this all is, why you were each keen to place your eye on me, and why you still stand here-- watching.
It all seems so odd. It just does not compute.
K*****A! YOU BITCH! I only mean that in a very specific way. So-- all else is damage control.
M****A-- Hmm.. what's the deal? I sense there's something "up" there, but I don't see the full picture.
And the legendary A****A. WTF? A few other names: S*****w, L***a, K****m? Dude? Seriously? M**t M******l, J**l M****n, Anonymous fat robotics guy with a poney tail.. HR person from e**y with the fucked up name-- G***************A? Immidiate fam-- I hope you are all clear of this-- would hate for that possibility to be true. Love you both.
I***n-- get the fuck over it, too.. I'm barred from thinking "evil" things about your wife. Thought that was worth mentioning.. not as though I ever planned on it.
And as for that one-- or two-- I don't have shit to say to you.
Oh, and another name for the list: dumbass A**t C*****k.. grow a pair, sissy.
More: g****t, L***a, weird ass C****n, how the fuck did I think the CEO dude and the co-founders were in on this-- oh, right, because they sent me signs-- you know, a few things out of the ordinary.
J*n F*********k, walking past me in N* N**e.. noticed it. And the S*******e, former e**y S*P.. you did something like that, too.. Then there's B**l C and P*****k P-- the look was "off"-- I noticed. And the Y*****e guy-- Seinfeld looking MF'er-- the look was off. That co-founder L***y kept popping up conspicuosly-- CEO walked right in front of me, once.. both you, CEO, and L***o, looked right fucking at me, but not at the same point in the meeting, when you announced the raise.. BTW-- I quit. Thanks for that ..
As for the woman from the meditation class-- lecture 3... Psst...
J*n W**g-- NICEEEEEEEEEEE! I got nothing but love for you.
New hire Berkeley [?] guy that sat behind me, taunting, saying dumb shit.. I heard you going through hell when I was leaving-- tough. Hope you aren't fucking with me now.. I don't fucking know you, dude...
Two people on the elevator when I was waiting for guest services.. you say, "you suck", I trip out thinking its all true.. but my message.. the same 'ole, "FUCK YOU." Eat shit.
A****a, sweetheart.. I think you need some counseling, boo boo. It aint looking pretty.
And God damnit, given the clues, if this all ends up being make believe. Certain parts I don't want to be real, but damn, if its all conjured from the imagination-- then I'm just lost. How, ever, could that be true?
Unthinkable.
That was corny!!!!!!!!!
Take some writing classes, and come with some level shit.
Let's talk about identity, J**l. What is it really? Nothing that you could ever say to me will make me believe that it isn't you. I know who you are now, and I have seen your worst nightmare. I think you were meant to stay here with me, and will always do in my heart.
I want to share with you what I've found. Clarity is divine. All else follows.
On your knees, head in the dirt, lift your eyes unto him-- for salvation. God is real.
I would be so stupid. Its right in front of me, and I just don't get it. Damnit. Its better to not believe you are JESUS, because you are NOT. Given certainty that JESUS is your claim, I'm comfortable having not believed. No man is Jesus. I know.
I don't think I am who you say I am. Although I'm intrigued by your message, and excited at the possibility-- I just don't see it.
How far can you go? When will you have crossed the line? Damnit!
Something about this continues to annoy the fuck out of me. Would you be brazen enough to steal my soul? Its good to know wrong from right. But more importantly, right now, how wrong such theft would be. That's a message just in case I'm not strong or capable enough to stop you.
FUCK YOU.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaa..
I have an idea.
In as much that it seems you are, I still hope that you aren't stupid.
Someone seems to like it when I write. You are beyond me. Seems you enjoy sharing your message. What else, pray tell, do you have to say? Your words astound me in their brilliance, and your ego seems unabated. Do you know that you are here now?
What?
Say something that makes sense. Clarify.
What is your idea?
Dance with me, for the rest of your life.
Dance with who?
Your mind, heart, body, and soul.
I still don't think its that simple. There must be something else.
You are a very persistent soul. You continue to INSIST. Stubborn child.
Explain yoursel(ves)?
Where is "here"?
And to the person that thinks I'm A****a-- who are you?
Are you using me to validate yourself, J**l?
J**l, J*****n?
Be more specific, mind fuck.
There is one possibility I would easily believe. The other I could only question.
And which one could you only question? That you are talking about J**l J*****n, or that you are talking about some OTHER J**l.
Tell me.
If you aren't real, then I'm out of my mind. I don't know when, I don't know why, and I can't see how it could be true. But if you are out there, what of your SHIT. What am I supposed to do with that?
You are obviously trying to tell me something.
You want me for my dick. I see it now. I'm not that kind of man. But if you are fly, and a woman-- we can talk.
I'm supposed to go into retail? WTF? Clear up your agenda.
What's that gas-like smell? Are you trying to kill me?
What would be cool would be to write a short story about this entire experience. I don't think I'll do it, but I wonder what others would think? Is the only spark in it all its closeness to the truth, questionable though it may be?
Its easier if I think its a woman. If its some guy. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW----- because I don't think its me.
I am J**l, and of this I am certain. Do you believe me now?
What the fuck would you SUGGEST this to be, then-- conversation with self?
Seems like some science experiment that got FUCKED UP!!!!!! Damage control?
I haven't really been the recipient of envy before. Seems a bit odd.
When you say you think I'm A****a I don't believe you, but I also don't understand what you mean. Be more specific.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!
What's going on here?
You are someone.
Circuitous. Round and round. Ill- logical.
Does it matter? I'm more PISSED OFF about the watching, the voices, and the AUDACITY. Who would dare?
If you make yourself me, then you can blame ME for what you've done? Rather than take responsibility YOURSELF? Is that what's going on here?
I am.. clear on what happens next, for me. That's what I would say now.
Are you trying to learn from me?
Definitely, I'd recommend managing expectations. And, umm, knowing the limit to questionable activity.
Why lie?
Hello M******e L****e. Can't see why I'd still be on your mind.
Welcome to the wonderful world of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Rock with it, bitch, or else I'll kill you. Do you have what it takes to manage through to the next level. Fight the fight you were meant to fight and certainly you will succeed. What else do you expect from me, J**l? Love? I hate your life. Live better, and everything will be just fine. I want you to do very well, and there is only one way I know how. You will do whatever it takes, and I will help you. Stay alive. You will win this war, and I will be your guide. I hate the things you've shown me, and wish you a better and peaceful existence. Do well, eat well, live well, and prosper.
I want to tell you everything I have to say, but you are not ready to hear me. I will wait for the time, and then you will know. I want to hear your passion and your pain, and I want to see your success and your tribulation, because I think you make for a brighter tomorrow. You are the greatest person I know, yet you choose to squander it here. Live a little.
I hold it all in reprieve.
I'm losing it, damnit. I've heard one too many stories, and now I'm moving to believe what I don't even know. What. The. Hell?
So, we have the succubus, the legion, the titans, and other shit. I'm just not flowing with it. I would just take the reality at this point, the charades, while once fun, are now wearing on me.
I'm still going to get you for this! Every man for their sins, in the eyes of God, will suffer.
I want you to know that I haven't really enjoyed this, save a moment or two of "hope." If this is some guy, then given the shit-- OH SHIT! Freak...
At each turn of the page they say its me, but that is just one likelihood I'm not going to believe.
I think its easy to understand that this is just a game, and you just don't know who won.
Nah, I want to know what the point of this all is, why you were each keen to place your eye on me, and why you still stand here-- watching.
It all seems so odd. It just does not compute.
K*****A! YOU BITCH! I only mean that in a very specific way. So-- all else is damage control.
M****A-- Hmm.. what's the deal? I sense there's something "up" there, but I don't see the full picture.
And the legendary A****A. WTF? A few other names: S*****w, L***a, K****m? Dude? Seriously? M**t M******l, J**l M****n, Anonymous fat robotics guy with a poney tail.. HR person from e**y with the fucked up name-- G***************A? Immidiate fam-- I hope you are all clear of this-- would hate for that possibility to be true. Love you both.
I***n-- get the fuck over it, too.. I'm barred from thinking "evil" things about your wife. Thought that was worth mentioning.. not as though I ever planned on it.
And as for that one-- or two-- I don't have shit to say to you.
Oh, and another name for the list: dumbass A**t C*****k.. grow a pair, sissy.
More: g****t, L***a, weird ass C****n, how the fuck did I think the CEO dude and the co-founders were in on this-- oh, right, because they sent me signs-- you know, a few things out of the ordinary.
J*n F*********k, walking past me in N* N**e.. noticed it. And the S*******e, former e**y S*P.. you did something like that, too.. Then there's B**l C and P*****k P-- the look was "off"-- I noticed. And the Y*****e guy-- Seinfeld looking MF'er-- the look was off. That co-founder L***y kept popping up conspicuosly-- CEO walked right in front of me, once.. both you, CEO, and L***o, looked right fucking at me, but not at the same point in the meeting, when you announced the raise.. BTW-- I quit. Thanks for that ..
As for the woman from the meditation class-- lecture 3... Psst...
J*n W**g-- NICEEEEEEEEEEE! I got nothing but love for you.
New hire Berkeley [?] guy that sat behind me, taunting, saying dumb shit.. I heard you going through hell when I was leaving-- tough. Hope you aren't fucking with me now.. I don't fucking know you, dude...
Two people on the elevator when I was waiting for guest services.. you say, "you suck", I trip out thinking its all true.. but my message.. the same 'ole, "FUCK YOU." Eat shit.
A****a, sweetheart.. I think you need some counseling, boo boo. It aint looking pretty.
And God damnit, given the clues, if this all ends up being make believe. Certain parts I don't want to be real, but damn, if its all conjured from the imagination-- then I'm just lost. How, ever, could that be true?
Unthinkable.
That was corny!!!!!!!!!
Take some writing classes, and come with some level shit.
Let's talk about identity, J**l. What is it really? Nothing that you could ever say to me will make me believe that it isn't you. I know who you are now, and I have seen your worst nightmare. I think you were meant to stay here with me, and will always do in my heart.
I want to share with you what I've found. Clarity is divine. All else follows.
On your knees, head in the dirt, lift your eyes unto him-- for salvation. God is real.
I would be so stupid. Its right in front of me, and I just don't get it. Damnit. Its better to not believe you are JESUS, because you are NOT. Given certainty that JESUS is your claim, I'm comfortable having not believed. No man is Jesus. I know.
I don't think I am who you say I am. Although I'm intrigued by your message, and excited at the possibility-- I just don't see it.
How far can you go? When will you have crossed the line? Damnit!
Something about this continues to annoy the fuck out of me. Would you be brazen enough to steal my soul? Its good to know wrong from right. But more importantly, right now, how wrong such theft would be. That's a message just in case I'm not strong or capable enough to stop you.
FUCK YOU.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaa..
I have an idea.
In as much that it seems you are, I still hope that you aren't stupid.
Someone seems to like it when I write. You are beyond me. Seems you enjoy sharing your message. What else, pray tell, do you have to say? Your words astound me in their brilliance, and your ego seems unabated. Do you know that you are here now?
What?
Say something that makes sense. Clarify.
What is your idea?
Dance with me, for the rest of your life.
Dance with who?
Your mind, heart, body, and soul.
I still don't think its that simple. There must be something else.
You are a very persistent soul. You continue to INSIST. Stubborn child.
Explain yoursel(ves)?
Where is "here"?
And to the person that thinks I'm A****a-- who are you?
Are you using me to validate yourself, J**l?
J**l, J*****n?
Be more specific, mind fuck.
There is one possibility I would easily believe. The other I could only question.
And which one could you only question? That you are talking about J**l J*****n, or that you are talking about some OTHER J**l.
Tell me.
If you aren't real, then I'm out of my mind. I don't know when, I don't know why, and I can't see how it could be true. But if you are out there, what of your SHIT. What am I supposed to do with that?
You are obviously trying to tell me something.
You want me for my dick. I see it now. I'm not that kind of man. But if you are fly, and a woman-- we can talk.
I'm supposed to go into retail? WTF? Clear up your agenda.
What's that gas-like smell? Are you trying to kill me?
What would be cool would be to write a short story about this entire experience. I don't think I'll do it, but I wonder what others would think? Is the only spark in it all its closeness to the truth, questionable though it may be?
Its easier if I think its a woman. If its some guy. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW----- because I don't think its me.
I am J**l, and of this I am certain. Do you believe me now?
What the fuck would you SUGGEST this to be, then-- conversation with self?
Seems like some science experiment that got FUCKED UP!!!!!! Damage control?
I haven't really been the recipient of envy before. Seems a bit odd.
When you say you think I'm A****a I don't believe you, but I also don't understand what you mean. Be more specific.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!
What's going on here?
You are someone.
Circuitous. Round and round. Ill- logical.
Does it matter? I'm more PISSED OFF about the watching, the voices, and the AUDACITY. Who would dare?
If you make yourself me, then you can blame ME for what you've done? Rather than take responsibility YOURSELF? Is that what's going on here?
I am.. clear on what happens next, for me. That's what I would say now.
Are you trying to learn from me?
Definitely, I'd recommend managing expectations. And, umm, knowing the limit to questionable activity.
Why lie?
Hello M******e L****e. Can't see why I'd still be on your mind.