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Subject: the third grade betrayal.
Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2025 10:24:42 -0500
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I was swearing some saying words I knew were cusses but didn't have any 
idea what the words meant.  I was probably looking for a laugh or some 
cameraderie in exposing these strange words.  One or two of the girls 
from the back turned into black witches and gave me that stern, "Julian 
stop now!"  For the first time in my life I threw off the yoke of female 
domination and kept going with it.

Chicks couldn't abide and sat there calmly right in front of me telling 
my shit to Sister Everett.  Chicks had never betrayed me like this 
before.  They had to demonstrate their power.  Julian was a slave to the 
female body and that's how it must stay they were indicating though not 
saying that in particular just telling exactly what happened.  I guess 
one of them fucked Jason Van Garcia because when we called him he got on 
the phone and explicitly laid it out too, no concern for my feelings in 
the matter.  Don't you hate it when someone you thought you knew 
overrides your presence with forked tongue to the reigning party WHILE 
YOU ARE STANDING THERE?  We came to kill.

These are people I would have laid down my life for.  I give too much of 
myself and then I don't have any weed left to pour on the ground for 
nikolai when I smoke, and it spawns hatred in him.

There's a guy here who thinks I'm going to run and get some for him next 
week, but I have planned a choke hold on his supply.  Maybe I'll tell 
him another week another few days whatever when next week rolls around, 
but I'm not going to serve this freeloader.  I'm not even supposed to be 
doing the 'shrooms that he's given me a couple times in exchange and 
they hurt my teeth too.  I'm the one that suffers from the establishment 
keeping my fellows poor as dirt because "we have everything we need." 
Before I got here they had some kind of system where $1 was a lot of 
money, kind of breaking it down into cents.  I'm supposed to provide an 
influx of currency to the system, but it's damn hard to take a 20% on 
every dollar which would be proper thrown in my direction.  It becomes, 
"I don't care about them."  Money talks.  Two cent Gospel walks.
-- 
You're the future of fire
You're the witness of war
You're the irony of justice
And the father of law
Been waiting for awhile to meet you
For the chance to shake your hand
To give you thanks for all the sufferin' you command