I'm Willing to Apologize to WAN!

[chefist]

I know you love BE...I'm ok with that...

Can I apologize and say though you are a BE lover, I can accept you? Though I think he is a complete hypocrite and fraud?

Can we meet somewhere in between? ha? 

[Walks_At_Night]

#Friendship

[SredniVashtar]

If there's one thing I've learned dealing with Walks over the years, it's never apologise. Keep your foot on his turkey neck and never remove it under any circumstances. Ignore the groans and offers of sexual favours, he never comes through anyway and keeps complaining he has a sore throat. What's BE anyway? Is that some Pizzagate codeword?

[Walks_At_Night]

If there's one thing I've learned dealing with Walks over the years, it's never apologise. Keep your foot on his turkey neck and never remove it under any circumstances. Ignore the groans and offers of sexual favours, he never comes through anyway and keeps complaining he has a sore throat. What's BE anyway? Is that some Pizzagate codeword?

Shouldn't you be off getting dinner ready?

[SredniVashtar]

Shouldn't you be off getting dinner ready?

I thought that was Hunter Biden's dick for a moment. I'm sure you have a whole thumb drive (make that a thumb and four fingers) full of stills. I hope chefist withdraws his apology. For one thing, it's not the BellGab way, for another you're an appalling louse who doesn't deserve it.

[Walks_At_Night]

I thought that was Hunter Biden's dick for a moment. I'm sure you have a whole thumb drive (make that a thumb and four fingers) full of stills. I hope chefist withdraws his apology. For one thing, it's not the BellGab way, for another you're an appalling louse who doesn't deserve it.

Well the drive is nowhere near full but I do have a nice collection. Enjoy your dinner.........

[AZZERAE]

I still remember the time this Walks dude called me "Weasel Boy". Yet, as clear as a bell as that memory is, it might not even be real. Let me amplify. I say that to say, this very weekend I had to go to the store and purchase a simple item off a specific rack in said store. Seems straightforward enough, right? Right. Well, this item was 899 bucks (in my currency), okay. I'm quite nonplussed this very moment here now, and let me tell you why. I kept seeing 6's in place of 8's. Now this can pose a bit of a problem when you go into a store to buy something you think is 699 bucks instead of 899 bucks. I was fucked. I was standing there, wondering why the number had changed. But I had someone with me, so I realised - with their help - that, no, buddy, you have misremembered the price of the item you desperately needed. And now you can't buy it. Because all I had was 750 bucks set aside in hand. And I needed an additional 149. I won't tell you how the situation ended, aside from saying I was able to sort the whole thing out somehow, but, as everyone can see on the GabCast I am under the impression that I need Red Bulls to function at the ungodly hour that the show airs in my neck of the woods. And I still down soda like I should water. And I quit exercising for like a month now. And my diet has gone to shit. Now, my memory has followed suit. There are holes in my cognition like never before. Someone scolds me from the other side of the room, "You're on too many pills!" I'm like, fuck, this shit quitens down the Goddamn demonic presence that assures me I'm toast. It's kinda like Michael Decon in my head, saying I'm a worthless, and subhuman because he allegedly has more money than everyone he's ever encountered. It's nice not to have to hear that the Devil in my head hates me, states I'm going to die and has me convinced he'll get some part of me to kill myself altogether. So, I'm a Schizo (if no one knew by now), but things happen or they don't happen, but I can't seem to parse what is real or what isn't anymore. I held it together like a champ on the GabCast by jotting down talking points that came to mind in pencil on a piece of notebook paper, and played it cool. But usually I'm sharp. I am sad to be living through further cognitive decline, but what can I really do about it? Not much. Stop taking the meds? That's a suicide mission. But not mission impossible. Did W.A.N. call me "Weasel Boy", or didn't he? That is the question. And what if Whitley Strieber got sent to a psych ward or put on a good course of psychiatric medications? Would he have severed the connection he went on to build with what we call the Greys? That word...I never remember whether its spelt with an 'A' or and 'E', but I tend to lean toward the 'E' because I am a descendant of the English settlers in Southern Africa. I hail from a foreign land. I have searched, time and again, to prove to myself and W.A.N. that the "Weasel Boy" thing occurred, but I keep coming up snake eyes. I guess I can now be mocked and ridiculed for being a drooling, depressive psychotic who overshares his innermost world with a tank of sharks. Did I just unlock the cage? Fuck a snorkel, I'm screwed!

[AZZERAE]

...

The young lady behind the counter who processed my order apparently told the individual that accompanied me to the store that she'd been working at this store for 8 years. I coulda sworn she said 6, though. I was sad. Its saddening, to realise that you're more blunt than you used to be, and you don't know why. Its scary! But why do I hear and see things differently? And why do I assign so much importance to such an insignificant fulcrum in time? What's cruel, is that the people who identify as trolls nowadays, can do far more damage than even they would be able to understand they can. If I kill myself over Michael Decon and Lilith giggling and guffawing at my follies, would K. Dubb bat an eyelid? He says he loves me. But I don't know. Maybe I'm all wet.

[Corona Kitty]

The young lady behind the counter who processed my order apparently told the individual that accompanied me to the store that she'd been working at this store for 8 years. I coulda sworn she said 6, though. I was sad. Its saddening, to realise that you're more blunt than you used to be, and you don't know why. Its scary! But why do I hear and see things differently? And why do I assign so much importance to such an insignificant fulcrum in time? What's cruel, is that the people who identify as trolls nowadays, can do far more damage than even they would be able to understand they can. If I kill myself over Michael Decon and Lilith giggling and guffawing at my follies, would K. Dubb bat an eyelid? He says he loves me. But I don't know. Maybe I'm all wet.

*Whispers*

listen to the voices... Do as they say

[Ciardelo]

I still remember the time this Walks dude called me "Weasel Boy". Yet, as clear as a bell as that memory is, it might not even be real. Let me amplify. I say that to say, this very weekend I had to go to the store and purchase a simple item off a specific rack in said store. Seems straightforward enough, right? Right. Well, this item was 899 bucks (in my currency), okay. I'm quite nonplussed this very moment here now, and let me tell you why. I kept seeing 6's in place of 8's. Now this can pose a bit of a problem when you go into a store to buy something you think is 699 bucks instead of 899 bucks. I was fucked. I was standing there, wondering why the number had changed. But I had someone with me, so I realised - with their help - that, no, buddy, you have misremembered the price of the item you desperately needed. And now you can't buy it. Because all I had was 750 bucks set aside in hand. And I needed an additional 149. I won't tell you how the situation ended, aside from saying I was able to sort the whole thing out somehow, but, as everyone can see on the GabCast I am under the impression that I need Red Bulls to function at the ungodly hour that the show airs in my neck of the woods. And I still down soda like I should water. And I quit exercising for like a month now. And my diet has gone to shit. Now, my memory has followed suit. There are holes in my cognition like never before. Someone scolds me from the other side of the room, "You're on too many pills!" I'm like, fuck, this shit quitens down the Goddamn demonic presence that assures me I'm toast. It's kinda like Michael Decon in my head, saying I'm a worthless, and subhuman because he allegedly has more money than everyone he's ever encountered. It's nice not to have to hear that the Devil in my head hates me, states I'm going to die and has me convinced he'll get some part of me to kill myself altogether. So, I'm a Schizo (if no one knew by now), but things happen or they don't happen, but I can't seem to parse what is real or what isn't anymore. I held it together like a champ on the GabCast by jotting down talking points that came to mind in pencil on a piece of notebook paper, and played it cool. But usually I'm sharp. I am sad to be living through further cognitive decline, but what can I really do about it? Not much. Stop taking the meds? That's a suicide mission. But not mission impossible. Did W.A.N. call me "Weasel Boy", or didn't he? That is the question. And what if Whitley Strieber got sent to a psych ward or put on a good course of psychiatric medications? Would he have severed the connection he went on to build with what we call the Greys? That word...I never remember whether its spelt with an 'A' or and 'E', but I tend to lean toward the 'E' because I am a descendant of the English settlers in Southern Africa. I hail from a foreign land. I have searched, time and again, to prove to myself and W.A.N. that the "Weasel Boy" thing occurred, but I keep coming up snake eyes. I guess I can now be mocked and ridiculed for being a drooling, depressive psychotic who overshares his innermost world with a tank of sharks. Did I just unlock the cage? Fuck a snorkel, I'm screwed!

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

Dude. Back off the caffeine, go have a nap.

[AZZERAE]

Listen to the voices...

Everyone I talk to about what a dickbag you've been recently tends to come back to me with some vague excuse about how you don't really mean any harm and you think I can take it. Well, I'm telling you point blank, I don't find what you're doing funny, and its actually incredibly hurtful. I guess that's your objective. To upset people. How hardcore, Michael. Why don't you just fuck off and shut up? You seem to thrive on burning down long term relationships you've fostered with people who think you're their friend.

[Ciardelo]

*Whispers*

listen to the voices... Do as they say

LOL Azz said last night all he has to do is post, and there you are. Well, here you are!

Who is obsessed with whom here?  oy vey

[AZZERAE]

Go have a nap.

I had one earlier. And much to my chagrin - and unlike Michael Decon - I ceased to awake to another grand in my bank account.

[Ciardelo]

I had one earlier. And much to my chagrin - and unlike Michael Decon - I ceased to awake to another grand in my bank account.

Dammit! 

[AZZERAE]

I should phone in to Michael Decon's show and tell his entire, worldwide audience how he keeps edging me toward suicide. I'm sure they'd love to clap and laugh at how mean spirited and soulless he is.

[K_Dubb]

If I kill myself over Michael Decon and Lilith giggling and guffawing at my follies, would K. Dubb bat an eyelid? He says he loves me. But I don't know. Maybe I'm all wet.

I would cry and cry, bunny.  Unless that prospect makes it more appealing, in which case I shall not notice it at all.

[AZZERAE]

Who am I kidding? Michael Decon's "show" is a fucking waste of my time. I'd rather sit on the toilet with a bad case of diarrhea than listen to that horseshit.

[AZZERAE]

I would cry and cry, bunny. Unless that prospect makes it more appealing, in which case I shall not notice it at all.

See, I don't understand.

[AZZERAE]

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

That's another thing that's suffering, my once strong work ethic. It's gone. Ever since the voices, no drive. I guess I won't be "hitting it big" like Michael Decon, the most world renowned voice in radio in the whole entire universe.

[K_Dubb]

See, I don't understand.

Neither do I, so I just smile and wave and blow kisses and hope it helps.

[AZZERAE]

I just smile and wave and blow kisses and hope it helps.

Will you or won't you mourn my death? I'm sorry. I'm not feeling very rooted in reality lately, and I always have had trouble understanding you fully, anyway.

[K_Dubb]

Will you or won't you mourn my death? I'm sorry. I'm not feeling very rooted in reality lately, and I always have had trouble understanding you fully, anyway.

I would -- let's keep our tenses straight.

[Corona Kitty]

That's another thing that's suffering, my once strong work ethic. It's gone. Ever since the voices, no drive. I guess I won't be "hitting it big" like Michael Decon, the most world renowned voice in radio in the whole entire universe.

*Listen to the voices*

[Ciardelo]

That's another thing that's suffering, my once strong work ethic. It's gone. Ever since the voices, no drive. I guess I won't be "hitting it big" like Michael Decon, the most world renowned voice in radio in the whole entire universe.

I hereby disavow me, myself & I from any more White Knighting on your behalf with respect to the Michael Decon situation.

You keep bringing him up, you seem to be trying to contrive some sort of controversy amongst all the peaceful BellGabians here.

BellGab is well-known for its harmonious and peaceful folks that post here. And yet you are trying to foment what? Discord? On BellGab?

And then you threaten to kill yourself?? WTF?? 

[Corona Kitty]

I had one earlier. And much to my chagrin - and unlike Michael Decon - I ceased to awake to another grand in my bank account.

Actually... I made 2 grand last night but that wasn't from the show. Do you need change sir?

[AZZERAE]

I made 2 grand last night but that wasn't from the show.

Bullshit they pay you 2K to work security graveyard.

[Ciardelo]

Azzerae, please stop comparing your insides to other people's outsides.

[Corona Kitty]

Bullshit they pay you 2K to work security graveyard.

I don't work as a security guard anymore, I quit that job 2 weeks before the global pandemic. I now do voice-overs & get paid by my many large contributors.

You seem to be way behind, not only financially but psychologically.

[AZZERAE]

I don't work as a security guard anymore, I quit that job 2 weeks before the global pandemic. I now suck dick in public bathroom stalls for tips.

[Corona Kitty]

I don't live in Palm Springs.