That’s Prom admitting he’s a moron. If I agree with him, that makes me a moron (or does it?)…which is the funny/Menoic part.
Don’t you mean act, or gig? Who says skit?
Um. He’s/you’re on a registry, foo.
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When you’re ignoring a person [permanently], but they try keep conversing with you… sad! 
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Anyhoo… 
Permanently still replying, more like.
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Defeated trolls, be like 
[pretending you replying directly to them]
“Put my pic on a shirt”
No, for heaven’s sake, don’t do that. As we stand now, it’s already bad enough. We have a state that places one of its citizens in great danger and disadvantage in its society, and then, when, as an SO, and all the related restrictions and prejudices have become overwhelming, he can’t function properly in that society [insert reason: career related, home related, interpersonal relationships related, etc], he is penalized or criminalized by the state again.
Would you believe i was homeless and living in a van when i flashed asian chick at the mall? It’s so much easier to wanna flash a chick when you live in a van and make $8 per hr at the day labor place because nobody will rent to you that doesn’t have bed bug infested units and nobody will hire you as an SO so you work mininum wage jobs and can’t afford rent anyway.
I wonder if I’da flashed homegirl if i had a good job, a decent crib, and a girlfriend.
See what i did there? See data quote posted earlier pertaining to repeat sex offender crimes because of social stigmatization and instability. Correlation? Coincidence? Discuss.
The state is protecting people. So there’s one good argument for publicly funded law enforcement, but no idea why it couldn’t be privately funded — especially if you’re going to keep certain things legal/unenforced. Make those certain profiteers pay for it.
Anywhayz.
Thought your salable skill was working out for you?
You teach the brotherhood that? If not, all the more reason to jump you!
Assume the debt and you won’t lose the house. If your salable skill can handle that.
This house has a reverse mortgage on it. There are one of two things that can happen:
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The catlady is not able to stay in this house due to medical circumstances and is moved into a facility. The bank takes the house and i move out.
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The catlady passes, bless her heart, while still a resident in this house. I have exactly six months to sell the house and settle what is owed to the bank for the reverse mortgage loan plus interest, and keep whatever is left after taxes and real estate agent cuts and all that shit.
What is so horrible is that due to my own circumstances, selling this house is a nest egg i so desperately need that I’m embarrassed to be in this situation. I should not have to live with someone I’m waiting on to die so i can sell the house and not end up in a shelter when I’m sixty five. I should be set up by now so i wouldn’t need to sell a house to survive, but my dasein made me a nihilist, and i stopped tryna get ahead years ago. This situation is an insult to my integrity, and i am very offended by the fates.
Essentially, what is happening is my grandfather’s estate was split up between three idiot sister daughters, and my old lady blew her whole roll on a house bigger than she needed and then took a reverse mortgage out on it because her social security and pension check per month wasn’t enough to live on if you were someone with her sense of entitlement and petite-bourgoise tastes (which exceed her means).
What she should have done was bought a much smaller house, not taken out a reverse mortage and managed her budget with her monthly income. Then, when she passed, i would get this house and not have to lose hundreds of thousands paying back her debts.
She played her whole hand wrong and screwed me as a result. She also knew the trap she put me in: if i didn’t stay here or pay for a nurse and she went to a home as a result, I wouldn’t get to sell this house.
If i want to sell this house, i have to do whatever it takes to keep her in it.
The sinister depth of this catlady’s cunning nature is actually commendable when considering the nature of a parasite. She has all her life tried and/or succeeded at getting someone else to pay her way. And when she didn’t succeed and had to work for a living, she was always broke and managed her money wrong. Twice divorced, declaring bankruptcy and losing another similar sized house she shouldn’t have been in in the first place over a decade ago. Now here she is after screwing everything up royally again involved in some wicked and morbid scheme to trap someone into her servitude.
It’s like she is possessed by some old eleventh century witch bitch or something. Somebody bashed her head in centuries ago and now her soul roams the erf looking for wretched catladies to possess.
Wait until i get you some secret recordings of her snarling at her lapdog. It’s inhuman the sound that comes from her eating hole. She’s like an enraged retarded ten year old arguing with a doll or something. It’s unreal to witness. Like mental institution level shit.
Are there unused rooms in her house? You should let the brotherhood move in and jump you when you don’t keep the house clean. Their rent could pay off that loan lickety-split, but you’re impossible to live with, so. Good luck with that.
“Thought your salable skill was working out for you?”
It has and is, all things considered. But because i became a nihilist and agent of chaos, i stopped caring and spent money as fast as i made it on obtaining the carnal pleasures of the nihilist shortly after being released from prizin in 2017ish. Fine cuisine, drugs, new clothes, drugs, motorcycles, etc. I was also excommunicated from Brazilian society and forbidden to be with my love around 2018. Then did i plunge into the deepest despair. Alone, lost in a new free world i couldn’t understand. A part of me longed for the security of the prison, and i almost went back. Warden wouldn’t open the gates, though. Sat there laughin at me from the booth… pointing and saying to the other COs “hey look, fellas! It’s that old perverted bastard Prom. I’ll be damned if he doesn’t want back in!”
I suppose i could start saving money but seriously though i don’t like to work much because i have no more gusto. I like to do, say, a $700 job in a day and then not work for three days. That’s a typical pattern that I’m good with as a nihilist agent of chaos.
Frankly, I don’t do anything ‘extra’ now in preparation for some uncertain future. Saving accounts and 401ks and all that are what people who’s spirits were already broken in their twenties, do. If you hadn’t read Marx by 25 or nearly starved from being unemployed and homeless, you were done for. They gave you a punch card, and you became the normal 40 hr work week TV series watching every evening shmuck that you are now without the faintest idea about, or concern for, what’s going on in the world.
I am beginning to feel like puking, though all this seems great fun…
From a hangover or because you passed in front of a mirror?
Bro I’m kidding. Chill.
Right, cans pass the mirror sober, but then at least it’s broken into three parts, and sadly, the man in the middle is the middle mirror.
What can that mean in situ?
hmmm… convicted but innocent…
ok sure, keep that up. someone might believe you!
Why does ecmandu remind me so much of james s saint?
Cmon now. Are you really the same person?
Be honest
Guess , yes but nothing permanent , for that-this time, families of resembling qualities, may avoid accountability.
It’s is nearly impossible to hold your breath down there for more then 3 minutes, even practiced divers , down there.
Why is it we wait till the next second, if it’s true?
The way things are going here, James and Edmonds may yet to be totally solvable even up here.
Oh yeah???
Oh yeah to who(m) concerns:
No one is anybody
Yet everybody is someone.
What does that say for willfulness/determination?
How dare not follow to the very limit, without which landscapes are barren?
It’s purely Homeric. (.anything but everything a possibility, or nothing is.)
(How bout billions of views none to be taken personally? (( even virtually expressed-a contradiction in terms-and that IS the paradox per excellence)). ).
Love is not love without expression.