A disgraced writer and supposed Sean Viesian conspiracy

 In approximately 12 days' time, I, in the semi-unreassuremental absence of confirmation that this will be un-permanent or anything being slightly conscientous the back-drop of the eliminatory aspect even accidentally the detritiae-aspect' society, will be moving, in an announcement I wanted to hold back and for which there has been something of 5 - 9 time repeat faux-alarm, removal to an effective retardation home settlement. Rebecca's Ataphe was viewed by me (tele-pathically, no less) over a component-modified hallucinogenic fan, as to her final animation showing the Smith family's regretful mourn for the rumours, even, that they have heard over the ruination of ones' life. It was meaningful enough to move one to tears and even the former memory of the now perverse Amerindian-Cambodian-French retard agent songunblog and his retardation-atapahanatrix friend the History-savant Hamiltonian Dravinid with Paedophilia Asperger's who lives in a disused Royal Bank of

 I don't like the new attitude of Travis Westphall. He is ultimately in the end a pay-for-me friend arranged by Heather Young as part of her temnentational insurance as one (not-so-conspiracy; even, it was then nice of one to do) theory, and perhaps as a KONAMI unlockable; although, how any of the games I'd ever bought relate to KONAMI as of the last two decades is something of a mystery, I can vaguely believe his work insurance history extends to the fucking Dance Dance: Revolution era, but to the PSOne, really? Travis Westphall has become intransigent to appeal. He probably doesn't even believe, for once, that he is or even requires to as such set per-examplatively anything he morally exudes signal virtuosaicistically. He is an impertinent retard who used to respond to the idea that despite this being perhaps low-normal distributively true that; and such that I still rely on the faggot for now and again, researching materials I'm too neurotic to read directly. Eve