Cos’ I ain’t selling nuthin’, – so its a load of crap, .. but the bull-shit Overlords think I’m gonna bring down the world by having you’re name and email address, co that’s all I fricking well need to start world-war III. – So they say!
This site is exempt from all that legal nonsense: because all I do is keep in contact with you, (and nothing more).
You won’t be held on a pissy Sales List.
You won’t be targeted with any Poxy Averts suited to your profile.
And I certainly *WON’T* be sharing you name or email address with anyone else.
Pissin’ Rant Over.
Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.
Outside Intervention Registered.
Forced animal-(hybrid)-machine mode deployed, (open-me subroutine activated).
– Matrix code and biological permissions successfully merged in the prescribed scheduled time-frame, .. predictive actions running at 100%.
Attention STUPID Human!
A sign saying ‘Open Me!‘ – Isn’t a command.
Confidential Monetary Report Follows.
– The captured consumer has actually *bought* their own personal prison cell key,
(Then happily locked the door behind them).
– And did it when *you* signed up for *your* own beloved credit card,
(But are now paying off your blue dues in prison with a mountain of debt covering the door).
Resolution: the [ Consumption Bots ] have the human-monkey-race trapped.
– Give a google amount of monkeys some typewriters, ..
And one of the gibbering little freaks might well reproduce one of Shakespeare’s minor works in an eternity, (or two).
– Give a google amount of walking animals some credit cards, ..
And one of God’s gibbering human monkeys *might* well resist the urge to use it after a few seconds of shallow contemplation.
[ What’s written above is a pause in your life: don’t waste it, ( spend it wisely ) .. ]