Sounds like Silence of the Lambs.
I’m no damned lamb I assure you.
“What is the big f ing deal about consciousness or her blog.”
“There’s always some bunch of suckers out there willing to get trashed to keep the business going.”
Monday, May 7, 2012
That’s right libidinal energy doesn’t have anything to do with this blog…
…that is another Freudian Fallacy.
Why did you drag me up here? That’s the response I should have made.
I guess The Man Who Knew Too Much was a kind of threat. I’m slow but I get it after awhile.
“Aren’t you scared?”
Why should I be scared? My life’s been ruined already. I want to live and I surely am never afraid to speak up in my own country that protects the right to do so.
“That drag outfit you had on the other day did not work…”
I caught your masculine ass right away.
How’s the lipstick? I hear Pink Passion works great for lipstick killers. Blue isn’t your color though.
“I’m sorry you have to stop blogging”.
Chapel Hill has a pretty responsive swat team here.
“What kind of nail polish do you use”.
I don’t care for it I don’t care for gunking up my face.
I have seen some pretty nice looking men in drag though.
“Sex is good exercise isn’t it”…
How I get my exercise is my business.
My sex life is none of your business either I suggest you steer your little fanny right on out of here.
“He’s stripping his shirt off”.
“Your not going to close the door on me are you”.
You’ll likely not get it open.
“my dick is three feet long”.
Congratulations stay away from me, or I’ll have a court order making sure you do.
“Now I know who really turned red Claudia”…
“you better not come over to this mall until this blog gets taken off”.
You underestimate the importance of the mall to me I assure you, you people dip into my pocketbook too much.
“Get her off that damned blog”.
It’s truly frustrating when you want to do something and someone or something is constantly interferring isn’t it…
GET MY DRIFT?
Must have been a shift change the voices changed.
“Get the f off that blog”. “I’m through with this woman here”.
“I’m gonna hit this bitch when she comes to this mall”.
Ooooo, you just put yourself in jeopardy Michael.
“No use blogging that…”
“why don’t you suck my dick off Ms Gibbs…
Sooooo intellectual I have to turn it down.
Have a good night Kay. Actually it’s nearly 6AM.
What are you hiding?
Why is it necessary for me to stop blogging?
“We ask the questions here”.
“People don’t know what we do”.
“Its a secret”.
Hey I’m up here not down there.
Secret my ass. You know what you are doing. I know what you are doing. I told you to stop.
“You are the bloggingest bitch I ever met”.
Gotten better at it but I am getting bored, I’m going back to my recorder I like it better. Got lots of those disks too.
Can’t wait for my lawyer to dig into those disks.
“I intend to get you out of it”…
Moving that whale blubber will be a feat to admire. Good luck.
This dump is starting to smell foul here, yuck.
“She took that stuff out gosh dang it…”
“Now we can’t use it for the film”.
“Just go on and make yourself useful”, go on…”
She peeps around the corner at something I don’t know what, some dummy that’s suppose to represent me I don’t know.
Oh here we go again, what does Mazal tov mean, this one has a problem remembering I gave her the definition three times. I’m tired of doing your job.
The thrill is gone…the magic is over you fairy dust bunnies can take a hike.
“Nice try your blog is shut down…”
“you’d better stop talking to this girl”.
“She keeps blogging it”.
My guest is really upset by what he just observed. Didn’t you hear him, “that’s a prob”?
I knew there were some rats running around in here as I went to sleep. I’ve heard them.
“My gosh I could beat her ass”…
Later Ms. Gibbs.
“We’ve been killing these people”.
“I”m a gentle woman”.
That’s nice I used to be a sweet gentle child. Shit happens does it?
Gentle doesn’t work anymore.
“Don’t believe her”.
“What choice do I have”.
Hmm trying to convince my mother it’s ok to listen to country music so you don’t have to burn up your brain cells over it? I’d better not find that going on in here.
“Ms Gibbs you are a prob”…
I am not a prob.
“Country Music is wonderful”
That kind of programming is a prob to me. This is my brain and I will not have it in here. I know you are disappointed but you will have to get over it.
“you have to listen to it”.
Wrong. I don’t have to listen to anything and I certainly will not listen to you but if this crap continues I will crank up something else a lot more unpleasant.
“oh jesus let me out of it”.
Get yourself out of it, you know what to do.
I know you are the one who’s been hypnotizing me to sleep…
I’ve caught your dialogue you’ve been spewing off to me.
I am not interested in having you people program me at all.
“you are just amusing yourself”…
“Get off this fucking blog”.
What and let you have all the fun, not a chance. I’m enjoying annoying the hell out of you tonight.
“you need water Ms. Gibbs…”
Interesting you should tell me this at 5:00 AM in the morning when I am usually out of it.
I know my rights to my privacy and I know you are violating them…
I know you’re ripping me off and I intend stopping it.
Like I said “cleaner” is nothing more than a different word for what you do. Leave me alone. STOP CLEANING.
Well you ruined my day today here by bugging me all night with your incessant nattering…
…it won’t be long before I have this stopped I can assure you.
“Can you believe that, she heard all of that”…
Gheez I make it sound like something new to myself, I’m sure I am an old hat at this kind of stuff.
Great we are running silent now, that’s they way I like uh huh, uh huh…
“That’s pretty masterful”.
Nothing to it. Not interested.
I’m interested in how you managed to shut down your noise over there.
“Quit blogging…”
I like it its the best entertainment I’ve had in awhile, no commercial interruptions.
“I’m going to hang up now”.
That’s nice I don’t have a phone connection. You can play those games elsewhere.
“Who else is here”.
I have a guest here with me witnessing this conversation. We are not amused.
I thought it was interesting seeing pictures of Armenian’s playing chess…
I liked playing chess but I haven’t been able to play it in a long time.
Dissociating the game?
“Why don’t you get out of here and go get some sleep…”
For starters I am here not there.
Secondly I suggest you get the hell out of here and leave me alone. I won’t repeat myself again.
I want you to get yourself off this blog…
Kay Gibbs wants you to disconnect your ass from her, that’s what she wants. She wants you to leave her alone.
“What are you doing here”. The same thing everyone else is, trying to have a life. I didn’t come here for the benefit of writers although they’d like to make themselves believe that.
My parents happen to be native North Carolinians and have lived here all their lives. My father’s people are from Orange County, NC. I don’t know of any laws that say I can’t be here or that I have to have a reason to be here.
LEAVE ME ALONE. I’m here because I got mixed up in someone else’s baggage like the damned Civil War soldiers,
HOW’S THAT ASS.
I love this blog. I could care less why other people are here.
“90% of the people are here because they committed crimes and they need to be killed?”
Sounds like murder to me.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong”.
Oh you’re wrong, you are dead wrong.
Incoming…
“I’ve lost my religion two or three times here”
It’s clear to me if you are stealing another persons sleep and synaptic activity, your use fowl language like that and your willingness to poison the mind of another with garbage, I could go on, as I know who you are, it is obvious YOU DON’T HAVE A RELIGION. You pay lip service like a lot of people I know.
“Simmer down Ms. Gibbs”.
I’m not heated up you are.
Yep, your luck’s just run out…
“I don’t believe this”.
“Damn this fucking girl”.
I happen to be an adult.
I did not read any of those Dead novels…
…my mother read one of them. Apparently some writer in Engelhard already took it out.
I just recollected seeing a woman in Caswell Training Center who was an adult woman but looked like an infant child…
…now I know what happened to her. She actually looked like Katherine Gibbs.
“She died Ms. Gibbs”.
I AM SICK OF THIS DAMNED DEATH AND DYING NOVELIST IN HERE AND I WANT HER TO GET THE HELL OUT, NOW.
Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this. She had been stripped down.
I don’t understand how this can happen.
This explains the short woman at Southern Seasons.
Beware Mary Ann people are trying to big up with our stuff here.
Incoming…
“I am sure the government is very interested in what you have had to say here”.
I am sure it will be their job to be interested whether their personal investments and opinions are interested is another matter.
Incoming…
“I could kill your damn ass Kay”.
“Get your ass off this blog”.
“how the hell do you expect anyone to write a novel while you are blogging this stuff”.
I intend continuing to blog. I intend keeping you from covering up evidence and crimes committed against me in the name of film making and novel writing.
Incoming…
“I lost my front teeth”.
Yea I know who you are, you are tick-a-lock. You used to work at Walden’s at the Mall. You’ve gotten very overweight over here. I know you overweight women at that mall are enmeshed with me and you need to disconnect NOW.
Incoming…
“She took it off”.
“I suspect you are hurting that woman Mirinoff”.
YES YOU ARE.
She keeps putting this overweight crap over here on me. That’s why I am not eating much food. I hardly get 1000 calories a day.
I was led to this a few minutes ago…
Mining the Memes: This song needs some work, bad NLP…
Communicating threats carries a 6 month jail sentence in the State of NC, I know because I was falsely accused of it. I spent 6 months in jail because of enmeshments with some prisoner named Barbara who killed her mother and Denise Sorette who threatened to kill her lover after a quarrel.
Incoming…
“I guess she is still confused about who’s blog it is”.
These blogs are Kay Gibbs’.
“You’ve already been brain damaged Ms. Gibbs”.
“Accidents do happen”.
“Why no go all the way”.
Just more evidence to the criminality that exists in them.