The ESP Guitar Company

P*ss addict @ 234. bear bile farm needs their fix.

Trying to make me cum to the front office to ask some bullshit question about some Setian duckheads thweat.. I should not be in their hands jerking my chain like im their genitalia in their posession to control spiritually or cross-dimensionally. Any time I provide the 100 percent asked for, some mud-flinging-in-legislature MONKEY IN THE MIDDLE needs to f*cj with shit to keep an interesting bullshit setian dialog going for some fly-on-the-wall voyeur cuckold. Knowing how sibling behavior works i must have done something that makes them feel threatened so they make crap happen to even the stress score until their mind cunt troll and psycho logic al warfare conquers me in a male dumbinance issue sumo-wrestler shoving match.

theres your extracted peanut gallery opinion for my sisters posterity. Korn PR servants.

This is not edzachary how trust is built or even maintained. Who needs another sidebar arguement so some no life lurking troll doesn't miss the shortbus and quantum leap to the afterlife.

ODDS ARE that my managers are unaware of the new bullshit complaint or if it even applies to me they just want to try to bust balls to climb their way above and place me beneath them like some subspecies. How do I find out? I go ask. But I'm not the complainants possession or their dick in their hand, so if anybody is coming, it isn't me that is in your hands doing rapid one-arm pullups until they puke in your own face.

ONE PIECE of advice - Things would not f*ck with their heads so much if they kept their eyes on their own things and on their own work. If you go into my home illegally or tresspass boundaries to invade my privacy and then your own brain gets poisoned by what the person is raiding illegally,  criminally obsessing over my words and what i say and who my words reach and who I make friends with.

What did you do that you're worried about me living to tell anybody else about? Why do you need me out of the picture this time? So I don't steal "YOUR" woman or your job? Or your industry social climb? Or your internship? If I saw you in a restraunt do you think I would devote myself to doing 25 years to do something about your disturbance of my peace in my home town? Why what did you do to me that the person would fear my vengeance in public in my home town?

criminally prioritizing reading my words and trying to own them, or me, to try to throw them back in my face to keep qn arguement alive and maintain a bitch wife burden to keep me from freeing myself from their goddamn kraken tentacles, while preying upon me then the rat trap is doing its job.

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