I hear on the grapevine that I am a worthless person.
I live in my land where I am a person of worth, I live in “worth land” but not when it comes to them. I enter a new reality of worthless near them due to racism. They got all the “info” , all the egregious defamation from orgy mum and she’s never paid for it, or been charged for it, or had assets confiscated for helping with the grand larceny, criminal defamation and racketeering. They have never allowed me to quantify things by having her charged with criminal defamation and defamation to defraud. They got a geek to tell all the lies. Most geeks would have gone running. Tell me do geeks get really, really excited about an orgy ? I bet they couldn’t stop talking about it. Your freak-off with the geeks. In the geek hall of fame. It’s Revenge of the Nerds on steroids. Not ostracised for once? Is it exciting for them to be included. I bet they get overly excited to be included and not left begging for once.
I lived in the land of the rich. It’s a better system than land of celebrity. I don’t like land of celebrity much. They are so ridiculous, aren’t they. They a little bit weird but they have people to hide the weird, the rude, the mean. I didn’t want to leave the system of the rich and said so. I explained the system of wealth, of stealth wealth…living discreetly among other wealthy people and poked fun at the empty vessels who need to see their name in the paper every day. Money is just good for being famous love, be greedy, get as much as you can. More and more of everything is better. “Everyone wants to be famous love,” he said. Pathetic. “What’s the point to having money if can’t show everyone you have got it.” At the time he had a paltry 3 million pounds. I had more money at the time than he did. Almost everyone we knew did, most had a lot, lot more, including the man who I next dated. He was fuming that the had more money, power and connections than he did. He was just some twat from a band, he didn’t the movers and the shakers. What came out of his mouth just sounded ridiculous.
You know, just musing but I wonder how many inured women and men there were at the Diddy sex freak-offs, if there were any. In entertainment you are still allowed to have ownership of people. Only celebrities are still above the law. Politicians no, businesspeople no, billionaires, No. Celebrities are in that rare little space in between public popularity and the law, when popular they are able to run their lives as veritable totalitarian governments. They sometimes appear to be benevolent dictators. But on the whole many of them are malevolent dictators who know they have the Golden Ticket to the Get out of Jail Free Card. You can get into trouble for not making a problem disappear around a male celebrity.
There were inured women at these ones. Haven’t you heard his sex worker wasn’t allowed to get the sun on her skin. My special little apartment that I was offered I had special rules. These were the rules. I was not allowed to leave, not allowed to have “other men” over to the apartment to check on me, not allowed to “go outside”, not allowed to have my pets from Sydney, not allowed to choose the flatmate for the second room. I had an anti-madam to run my life, to make up the lies, to force me to wear the same outfit over and over again. The one that showed my bottom. At the little apartment that I paid 10 pound to sleep on the floor at, I had to do all the cleaning for everyone, I wasn’t allowed to choose my clothes, to shower, to wear makeup, I had my outfit specified for every day. My butt had to be showing every day. I wasn’t allowed to wear my sexy dresses, she stole them, or my cute little 90’s slip dresses. No, not allowed to look even a little bit fetching, OR “they will find out what is going on.” They are all masters of freaks, masters of misdirection, they all have a masters in lying and manipulation. They can bend light, they can manipulate facts into consensual behaviour.
People who are dumb think being cunning is smart. It’s fun to laugh about the normals, we aren’t like them are we? We are pretty, we pay for surgery, we inject ourselves.
Monsters are welcome in the music industry, they thrive there. They put out the welcome mat and roll down the red carpet. Demonic is good, evil is glamourous, hypersexuality and non consensual never hurt anyone did it? Did it? I am going to make them sorry they ever mentioned sex not safety. It is Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs.
No one who wanted to go into politics or who wanted to marry into a respectable family would be caught dead near those freak off parties. Orgy mom didn’t have that option, it was big deal for her to be invited to something. She was excited that someone wanted her. She wasn’t inured but she helped to inure other women for people wanting to have sex with her and for money. She was paid in kind, with sex and glamour. She tells everyone that she was popular now. She also very, very white skin, pretty much like the paid sex worker. It was all very, very interchangeable. If you are ok with that. There were paid women there too, prostitutes, she was just given money that I was earning for the men, that I was inured to earn for them. From my work into her hands. She was finally in the money. It was a little like winning the lotto, wasn’t it? She would have to prove that there was no payment in kind. Wouldn’t she? Perhaps she could be indicted. What she did is criminal and she has had others help her to evade the law. She’s not a university or a school graduate is she?
It’s seems as though everyone wants to be invited to everything revolting these days to prove they are creative.
Yes, you are right it is a miracle that I am still alive. All those kill yourself for us people, like orgy mum, so “we can keep all the money and still be invited backstage.” Its abhorrent. Goodness me, look at the crime wave and the crimes that they are involved in. But its ok because you are famous because famous people aren’t subject to any laws. Nor are your women who could have been indicted if you didn’t prevent the operation of the law and using them to evade being caught for what you have done. That’s law breaking. They will tell you as much. Sue me or make a claim against me and you and your “I am a better F than me sister” sister are off to prison, aren’t you? Not being bright enough to understand the law isn’t a get out of jail free card. Who ordered the Code Red?
Sorry how did that family get their money … oh inuring people and mistreating people. They didn’t get rich by inuring people, did they? Did they?
They are not slave owners per se, but they force people by inuring and abusing them to work for free so they can fraudulently write their names on work that is not theirs. What is the definition of that? I am not black, I am not comfortable using some words, but I was forced, I was inured, I was terrified, and terror and abuse were used to force work. Yes there are sex slaves in Britain and some of them are white. Did you hear what the rules were for my apartment. I didn’t need it. I laughed and said I’d move back into the Quay Apartments. And, where is your harbourside apartment with your 3 million pounds. You can’t disrupt a man with 3 million pounds now can you? Can you?
What is the legal definition of fraud and copyright infringement? I am sure his lawyers and PR have some slick answers and some ways to reabuse his victim. For those of us who understand crisis PR, you know, the academic types, this is a case study of case studies. It’s practically Burson Marstellar. He could do PR for Putin. The fact that he can’t reproduce anything is funny isn’t it, so are his rather pathetic attempts to just carry on as normal and hope that no one realises that he didn’t write his initial work. Just put lots of vagina jokes in, people will love it, people love me, it’s in the bag. Their family got their money by inuring people and from fraud. That’s how.
Celebrity pecking order is dumb; it’s just for men. I was supposed to die that’s why he didn’t pay me. There was no pay, no payday, I wasn’t a part of any label. I didn’t really need a pay day, he was the inferior, he couldn’t keep up with Jonses or the upper classes, they made fun of him back them. He isn’t authentic like the other guys, he hides all his truths. They are so inconvenient. It’s a sham, it’s a rort, it’s a racket.
They didn’t need to worry about it until they realised that some people would believe me and that I did know powerful people. Oh no, the gambit isn’t a pawn, she’s a Queen.
If they like country bumpkins well good for them. The poor inured sex worker, the poor, poor thing, I walked up to her to suggest that she get a job in a shop. Escape them and just become a shopgirl. It will be better for you, you don’t know what they say about controlling you. Sex crimes. When did he realise that taking her across state and federal lines was a crime? When did his legal team point that out? Or his label, or his PR team. Did he take her into the headquarters. He found her in a brothel but it wasn’t a Pretty Woman story. She got the outfits, the jewels, but she didn’t get the freedom to let the sun on her skin. Don’t listen to how men tell that story. You know what a man is really doing and what a man really thinks by listening to what he says behind closed doors in front of “people who don’t matter and who can’t prove anything.” “I’ll just deny it anyway.” You know what my advice is. Never sit there an listen to anyone talking about crimes. La, la, la, la la, No ….I didn’t hear a thing. Even when you dissociated me to talk crimes. That’s gangster of you. Ever know anyone who has been privy to conversations between powerful people when they admit to crimes. Trust me you don’t want to be in that room. They will bury you alive.
They said the inured sex servant, she was the best they had ever had, better than anyone working in a brothel, better than any actress, better than any model, better than any other hooker, better than any lover that they ever would or ever would have. Unless he is batting his eyelids and playing nice to have a nice little comment to boost his ego. Hey, who did they introduce the white supremacist and the inured servants to anyway? All the upper class people dropped him as soon as he introduced the inured sex worker, didn’t they. Trust me they all did. They didn’t get the opportunity to introduce the sex slave.
This is a public interest story, isn’t it? I was asked too for the express purpose of humiliating me for his enjoyment. Like a little Hitler with all his jackboots and his White Supremacist acolytes. Having sex with them doesn’t make them popular, saying it is Ok doesn’t make it Ok. I wasn’t there for long, because I didn’t want to be, it was too dangerous for me, but then journalists are never somewhere for long are they nor are writers when things are too dangerous.
He said he needed to steal so he wasn’t viewed as a poor dumb kid from the wrong side of everything. He was taught to use and exploit people to make it. Half of it is fake… he should have just done what all the honest creatives types did.
How many times can you threaten to get a restraining order against one of the bagman. Orgy mom knew from her days harassing and stalking me as a teenager that she could make things Ok for him, that is if she got to name drop his name.
Writing for himself without people churning them out to put his name on things. It was a veritable hit factory. It was almost Stock, Aitken and Waterman. It’s a laugh to do women, isn’t it. It’s a laugh to talk about women that way. Prevent this one from registering. It’s such a laugh for sociopath or a group of them to make fun a gang rape survivor and to use that very same rape to gain control of her. That’s what they did at Stock, Aitken, and Waterman too. But it is what it is. That’s how the privileged view and squander their chances in life, thinking that the world owes them more than just those chances. No one says, give it a miss mate. People don’t get your opportunities, you can buy and steal your opportunities, but use them on real music. He said to only put 4 good tracks on each record, the rest should just be rubbish so that you don’t waste a good track. Because he needed to stretch out dropping his good tracks, they sold all the others in the early days. I said people pay $30 for a CD, you should put more value on a CD and not less. That $30 is a lot of money for some fans and you should be a good steward with their money. Don’t take advantage of them. He said he didn’t have to. Plus cool tracks were in short supply because he didn’t write them. The arrogance.
All is not as it appears and many people were harmed and threatened to force the will of two men onto others. He uses gang rapes to use as leverage and to cause trauma. Hey, whatever gets the job done, right. Right?
Dumb and narcissistic or sociopathic is quite a combination. People who are dumb think being cunning is smart. Monsters are still welcome in the music industry. They thrive there. What a narcissist. The world is not one big brothel, it’s supposed to be one big orgy, isn’t it? Is it? Isn’t that the most fun that men can have. Don’t worry about the women receiving them and their consent.
I thought celebrity was silly I still do. I thought unless you are talented or have a reason to be there being a celebrity is plain dumb. He tried to pull me out of the “superior” and untouchable system of wealth into the celebrity system so that he could control me and put me in a pecking order of models, actors and singers. I wasn’t going to the pecking order. I wasn’t a young hopeful. I didn’t want to be in their system, and kept explaining what good well to do people thought of as important. I had never met a person with only 5 million pounds with a staff of four. Why do you need a chef and a butler? Is that why you need to steal? It seemed to be ridiculous. You could see he was just getting his skates on with money. He seemed to think being splashy and brash and showing of his wealth Cribs style was the order of the day. Being in the paper every day was a good day. Other people didn’t want or court media attention, they were creatives and not famous people. He said they all wanted to be in the papers every day just like him.
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I wanted to study law and international relations. He made this whole celebrity thing sound like it was ok to be dumb. He left school at 12. I wasn’t a young hopeful though, far from it. I was “get me out of here”. I am not an actor, singer and I didn’t want $100,000 worth of surgery to become a Page 3 girl. I didn’t want size double G breasts. I wanted to be taken seriously as a lawyer, or as a journalist. The real world would make fun of me if I looked like Katie Price. I was a poet with a degree in literature, that is respected in England. In Australia I needed a practical degree as well, hence a master’s degree or two. I had a 6th grade Trinity College of London Speech and Drama qualification. I liked improv, I studied Jean Anouilh and Oscar Wilde, I was always Mrs Erlynne, I was not a very good Lady Bracknell. I sat for every Shakespeare course that they offered university. As a child I aspired to become a novelist when I was older or to write plays. I wanted to be an Australian novelist. To write Turtle Beach, The Brown Mandala or a retelling of an Ovid tale in an Imaginary Life. Wild boys. Boys gone wild. Wolf boys howling at the moon. It is written in lyrics.
I was going back to university to do a double degree and to maybe go down a political path or social advocacy path. I started with Global Media, The Indian Subcontinent, and a smattering of PR between marketing and HR and strategic management.
I wanted to start a business first, so I left while they whiled the days away dancing in the dirt with dirt, I made an easy choice, a secret choice to go and start the first natural spa brand skincare company in Australia. I had just been to a destination spa and I didn’t like chemicals. As a woman in my 20’s I could see the opportunity that others couldn’t. I took parabens and chemicals out in the late 90’s before the 2005 study.
It didn’t matter how many times I described stealth wealth and that people who matter don’t try and don’t need adulation, they don’t want people to see them showing off their wealth or their multiple homes. They just enjoy everything and work very long hours. They don’t take other peoples work. He loved the have nots, the desperates, the desperates and grudge holders were willing to do virtually anything he said. Narcissists hoping for a better life without having to work for it. Desperate narcissists do almost anything for a little bit of glamour don’t they? Their friends think they are just terrific. Aren’t they glamourous and don’t they know glamourous people?
It’s just like him, hoping for a better life and to be taken seriously by stealing his lyrics. He wanted his family to gentrify. He said there was no point to wealth unless you could show it off. He was a master love bomber with those eyes that look as cold, icy and as genuine as a killer. He’s the Talented Mr Ripley. He fits in well.
Oh well guys like this always believe the poor not the rich, the people without networks not the people with friends who are held in esteem, the unsuccessful not the wildly successful. The people without an education not the people with it, the people without track records, and not the people with track records. I taught the men there the secrets of the rich, of the movers and the shakers but they liked hanging with the dumb, the uneducated, the people with nothing going for them; they tickled their ears and everything else for them. They wanted them, they did anything for them, they were amenable to anything, they were sycophants saying things like Um Ah, aren’t you a naughty boy. I should have kept you from your sin, GPS men don’t touch women like that, that’s why they went crazy for gangsters. I get him I am the one with subtle jewelry and make up, sultry next to slutty, olive skin next to white, I don’t want to be one of the clowns at the circus. I don’t want the circus grin or the clown pants. I don’t want to be a lip glossed clown head in a row full of clowns accepting ping pong balls into my red clown mouth if they hit the right spot. With a little top knot and blue eyes to make em not look appear to be trash. Anglo Saxon is always finer than any other ethnicity isn’t it? Isn’t it?
They want sycophants not the nonchalant.
I was nonchalant and wanted to leave, no I wanted to escape, that gave him free rein to have his little sociopaths attack me in silence for decades. They say there is no coming back from the dead. They danced on my grave. They sealed the tomb. The concreted over it. They sat on it. The burnt me to the ground. I am the very epitome of the walking dead. Isn’t she dead yet? They will tell you that I am “unable to be fixed.” They paid good money for me not to be able to be fixed. But I was fixable. Because they caused it, they fabricated, they manufactured it. They gave pretence that it is unfixable. Only the stupid believe things like that or think that they can pull the wool over the eyes of others. Open the tomb, the refugees are down there. Eyes bright hoping that someone will save them. Slide the rock away, they are back from the dead.
To have me take my life. But daughters of European aristocracy don’t listen to piddling little Australians and Englishmen trying to make it “into the upper the classes.” We know not acknowledge lowly racists the way you all welcomed them turning a blind eye to their racism for orgies. If you sleep with a black man you are not making racist jokes again are you? Are you? Like you did all your childhood.
I bet he doesn’t want you to know that. Europeans know better after all. Oh well, a little brain damage. The boys can handle that. They are men now. You see maybe your grandfather was free man and not a refugee, your great-grandfather wasn’t lined up against a wall and shot with all the other aristocrats. For being free thinkers and for believing in freedom. When a family has had to pay with their life a life is not taken so easily.
No harm done right, except for all the damage and the damages. The brain damage and the like.
After changing every circumstance in my life, every good thing I had “nothing good for you love, nothing good for you love” printed on my head. His acolytes took it up as a mandate. They are rewarded for it to it to this day for their service to the joke of jokes. The shallow of shallow. The pretenders of pretenders.
They said they would come after me and destroy me and condescend to me, with “there there dear here is a pittance you ugly old bitch for your lyrics, aren’t we lovely people and aren’t we lovely to our employees”. We are well known for treating our employees well. Here’s a fresh lovely who can afford surgery and injections and staff while she works out and we have a team of people do everything for her. That’s what compliance gets you. Haven’t you heard how they made their money? That family inured people to live in splendour and unquestioned about it.
Look, look at a skit that we wrote so you like us. Do they still do Q scores? Do you still need focus groups? How is it all playing out with fans. How is the worship going these days. I vomit if I see him or hear him. He could always ask his mates to play him to dissociate me again. You know his friendlies in the media.
We pay good money to be worshiped. God doesn’t have to pay for it. We live in hatred and are rude and mistreated people, because we are the gods and the employers of many people. People are lucky to meet us and to serve us. We have to be a bit rude to people because we are so popular. He is rude. We are seen to do all the right things and to give to all the right charities. That’s what gods do to stay gods.
I have to have to skip a day of university if I have the misfortune of seeing them on a social feed or on television, if there is a concert or interview my friends put me on suicide watch and I have to sit with them at their place or they check on me.
When I am older and uglier not pretty ….its easy to get people to hate big fat uglies. Big fat uglies just like all his fans. It’s his fans job to do the worship and he has to do things worthy of worship. It’s in the social contract. His fans are “big fat ugly normal people” they just don’t know that they are. They think they are just normal people, they don’t have an issue being normal people. They are only good for worshipping famous people. The inferior people in the world have to worship their superiors. They pay good money to appear superior, they steal for it, hey some will kill for it.
Look at all the choices he made to squander his modicum of talent on stupidity and stupid rhymes he wrote by himself when the good lyrics ran out. He is revolting. Even the most beautiful people in the world are “ugly” to a sociopath. I’ve never heard a straight man complain about so many models. It’s not a modelling job it is sex. Isn’t it? He is the biggest sexual critic of models and actresses, what, they haven’t had every mole removed….pray tell, how then is that considered to be “perfection.” Perfection is deserving of worship. Isn’t it? Well, if you are not perfect you can’t be a god, and if you are not perfect you aren’t deserving of worship. It’s a head scratcher isn’t it? Is that how it is supposed to work?
Like all his big fat fans, it’s so much fun for those who have stolen to make fun of the ordinaries. Don’t let her have kids I told her that there is to nothing good for her and we closed her business because it was doing too well, it was doing to well she will have her own voice and we can’t make one up for her. I hid my new lyrics and poetry for years, my friends say to not publish my good work, the work I have set out like songs, with verses and intros, bridges and choruses. Gosh its not rocket science, anyone can and does write a song. I’ll leave the tricky stuff to you.
We harassed her out of it because it was making too much money and making too many waves. Why well were trying to get her to commit suicide but she needed a break instead. One of our bag men saw to it that the ex-partner couldn’t have the business. He called to say, “but what is your ex-partner doing with it.” They required a big change of life circumstance. We should have just restarted it 12 months later. It was still early days in the product lifecycle. It was like Andalou but 15 years earlier than Andalou. I started it in the late 90’s. Way, way before Sukin. It just didn’t suit them me for to have a successful business stocked at Six Senses Spa Chain or Zimmerman. Too many spas like Byron and The Rocks. It has been in Vogue and many other magazines. They upended my life to pay to cause brain damage. It was just so he could keep the lyrics, nothing criminal is it?
The bag man tried for suicide but it just gave her brain damage. I can’t even get EMDR for it, it might trigger me. His finger is always on a trauma trigger, he’s toxic and that’s how men like these control people.
He knows about the gang rape and the gang rape tape so it’s usually gang rape related. It would be like using a crime and evidence of a crime to control not being caught for another crime. Now I don’t have a law degree but it doesn’t quite sound right to me. He loves a crime against me. He loves a stalker if they harass me. You can’t say he is not 6 foot 2 around a stalker. Why. Because they will stalk you because they love him. No he is not my height. They crossed the technical line from harassment into stalking, the police said so.
Oh well, you can’t win them all. He was more successful when he was younger, I bet there was also sexual harassment there too. Maybe, maybe not? How many times must a girl say no, before he neuters the woman in front of the men in the unlikely event that she chooses to sleep with one of the other men. How about a public desexing?
Gosh wouldn’t want to be them, he would destroy their career. The big stars leave him because they don’t want to be embroiled in an inurement and fraud for stealing lyrics and millions in a scandal. The big stars can’t risk that. Nor harassment, nor paying for brain damage. Have you heard how they made their money?
I wonder if there was? Just like me having to call the doorman on him after sexual harassment. Like all sexual harassers and all sexual perpetrators, they claim that they slept with me, would a sell a fake story about it at the time, as one of his bag men he was paid to and incentivized to “just make some stuff up mate”….that scum was allowed into a room of legends in the making. I said if he is here, I won’t be here. Ask that bum to write your lyrics for you. Ok, well, there are few in jokes for you.
You don’t know how to talk to women do you? Be polite or I won’t be here. Until I was forced and marched into the room. Now they will say look how poorly she has aged, look at time’s march…but I can get new 24-year-olds to say they want to sleep with me…so no one listens. At least they are not underage. They are a little bit young though, aren’t they? Are they? It’s in the bag due to the bag ladies.
Our legacy, your joint legacy is harming people and not letting me be who I am with the first natural spa brand in Australia, while they were skiving off I was working all night for a double degree, for those who have them, they don’t come easily, I do a lot of wider reading, you don’t need to be studying to do that but I want to know and read studies. That’s just who I am, the woman without the double G breasts.
.. with Korea, Zimmerman, hundred spas, Byron Bay, The Rocks, Mercedes Benz Australian Fashion Week … they had to lie and say it was bad … because it was very good. Sociopaths deal in opposites. Who said to trust the outsiders? You have to say the opposite then it sounds like one person could be a sociopath.
No kids for me because I refused to do the freak-off orgies with the geeks even without the geeks, of course the geeks had their hands up, its just like geeks to have their hands up for something no one wants to do. Put your hand up like a geek.
They didn’t have hot people at their freak-offs. They weren’t that type of freak-off. They had a lot of chubby girls there.
They asked so many boys at school who just laughed in their faces. Isn’t it psychological warfare that these were the White Australia Policy 1972 girls at school, the White Supremacists, who hated other ethnicities and who made racist comments about “black people in the music industry”. Um. Those freak-offs had quite a few men of colour at them. Um? Or did they? Psychological warfare and the nerds felt lurved. But it’s not actually love it, in plain speaking terms it’s just a nerd at an orgy. It is what it is.
No kids because kids are something good. Let the chick get F-ing uglier than she is now so we can swing it with pretty halo effects and get her to kill herself and just be quiet about the grand larceny.
Hey, she looks black. Is she black? All the men of colour said it because of my body. I’ve never had my DNA tested, but I was asked pretty much all the time, about my heritage, and whether I had indigenous DNA. DNA wasn’t a thing at the time. Photos from school, the jury is out. I said I was not. The men of colour liked it, those Anglo Saxon girls didn’t like any compliments or me getting any attention. Not the olive-skinned girl with the broad nose, she’s inferior to the Anglo Saxons, she doesn’t pretty blue eyes. They are golden flecked and green and hazel, they go green when she cries. They are mercurial. She can’t be handled. Don’t bring in a handler. Please don’t put a target on me by giving me undue attention. You know that I don’t like attention.
You took my will to live in 93. Then your compadres told me to kill myself about 16 times, this is what happens …this how you force someone to look off brand ….when they are on brand. You get them to kill themselves or you try to hide or destroy their completely on brand natural spa brand. It’s dangerous to be on brand. It’s actually more dangerous to be on brand than off. When you are skinny they send someone from Melbourne to tell you that you are too ugly to be paid. Right in the middle of Me Too. Go figure out why that happened. Probably just a happy coincidence. Go figure. Excellent timing though.
“Oh my word you to look too much on brand, we have to do something to take you off brand.” We like all the famous people, all the pretty people that we like standing next to so when we are paid hookers we can tell our clients that we’ve met a famous person. Look here is a photo. Look that famous person who wanted to sleep with me, and almost did. Or they did, or they just lie about it, I hear he is on the downlow anyway through my networks.
Here is my photo on Linkedin, isn’t funny that I looked just like that smack bang in the middle of Me Too. Right on brand and surrounded by young published journalists, influencers, and social media experts. Mmm. Goodness we don’t have an upper hand. She looks too on brand.
You evil men. Enjoy your freak-offs… it’s disgusting. No woman who was raised in church wants to even witness a freak-off. What about all the inured people, the lack of verbal consent? Mmm. Troubling nowadays isn’t it. Don’t’ worry I’ll vouch that the geeks were all in and boasting about it. Poor orgy mum. Orgy mum is a woman of no reputation who breaks the law and threatened me and told me to kill myself so she could be a nerd at a party. No one listens to orgy mum. She just wants to keep nerding up your parties for you. His orgies were bogan spectaculars.
My memory is many lifetimes long. Not like an elephant. Don’t you know we all get 40 lives on earth. I was Scheherazade with 40 nights of dodging having to sleep with anyone. Mmm not all writers want to kiss the fools. They would be paid, female journalists would rather another female writer be paid. Wouldn’t they? I guess not if they get to feel sexy around a star. Woohoo. It’s not how it all appears what with the hookers and the jokes about models who aren’t pretty enough and what if he discovers a flaw? Like a mole or something?
I’m destroying the rest of your life then I’ll pretend to care and pretend to save you from what I did to you. “I’ll pretend to save her from what I did.” Look it’s Ripley again.
They didn’t save me they harmed me and then left me to fight through all the issues and the health concerns they created with no money and on disability. There is not enough money to make restitution. But look at times march, she mustn’t have had money after we took it from her twice to get proper anti-aging treatments … isn’t 90 in the shade and not pretty like the women you love to bomb to get away with grand larceny … the women who kiss up to you for racketeering purposes.
Tell me how did gentrifying work out for them ? Did it work with the lyrics? … after you took the needle out of your arm like all good gents do. How gentlemanly of you. Hey you should be in a league or extraordinary gentlemen, or Greyskull or something. You know what it is, its Highlander.
It’s safer to be overweight in DV. But as a woman under ownership laws, I was not allowed to be overweight to stop the rapes, because that’s not allowed, I’ll never be paid or saved because I was overweight on purpose, to stop the rapes.
Ew. I didn’t want to sleep with him because he stole his lyrics. It was Primae Nocte all over again. I wanted to be Felicity at university. Not complicit. Others were complicit. Others didn’t know. Others left when they were warned. Forewarned of impending disaster. He buried the bodies well. They are in unmarked graves.
I wish that I had never any of them. I wish I’d left the day before I met the producer. I wish that I didn’t go back to London from Miami. Life would have been so much better without them. I don’t regret leaving at all I wish I had left the first day that I was abused, the first day that someone had been rude. I wish I’d never gone to London at all. My family say it all the time. Going to London ruined my life, I was just like my brother and sister at university. But these people, famous are so unkind. Aren’t they? They are renowned for it. Yes, it was going to London. The moment I left there was a bagman. Then there was bag man again and again until he forced a close of a business via harassment. When he put in his conman invoices we just said there was no money, he had made up his hours just like my sales person. They would just where is the rich girl from Dural, let’s just put in an invoice with no hours for $3500. We didn’t do anything but she is rich and making money hand over fist, if we are mean and defame her she will just pay us.
They were from tiny house on the backside of Mosman, or from Timbuktu, everything was in poor repair and worn not like an estate that had tender maintenance every week, gardens tended to, acres of lawns tended to…it feels good to ruin someone who has more than you they said to me. It was great for them to be a part of grand larceny. Hey, as long as they feel superior to their superiors or they can take them down a few pegs. I would still get a Restraining Order if I saw them or would them charged for drugs or the what he did to my dogs. Hey but I am dealing with people whose privilege had made them not struggle, and not all spiritual, I have to spell things out. It’s unlike me to say these things. But I have no choice because cowards don’t want to know the truth. It’s actually helping people to avoid possible prosecution, yes I would say there has been illegal behavoir and they are jointly helping to avoid some people being prosecuted. This will never see the light of day. Even the truth won’t damage the innocent it would them free and make them lighter and beings of light. Just like they were intended to be. They were from the right side of town but in the wrong houses. They had never met important or successful people so they didn’t know about Westchester, they had never been to our Hamptons like beach until they met me, they had never been into a harbourside apartment, villas by the sea. It was the very privileged allowing them to condescend with claims of Anglo-Saxon superiority through birth.