NasTim, it seems, is a fugitive. And he's happy - he's a fugitive - to tell you so - he's a fugitive - time and again.
(He's a fugitive.)
And he's found yet another band of scrappy outlaws to hang out with.
And he's even resurrected his old favorite trope (along with Danielle Steel, the adjectives "ephemeral" and "germane" - which I think would be a great name for a pair of cats, by the bye - and the, to me, extremely unattractive use of the interjection "duuhh" to indicate disdain), poor old Marie of Rumania, dead these nearly seventy years but still a punch line.
In short, once more 'round the same block, but somehow I'm not summoning up much enthusiasm.
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Let's hear NasdijjFan's snippy little speech on the harassing phone calls he keeps making to my family. I hear all about them. We're keeping a record. It's a log being turned over to the LA DA's Office. Let's hear what the freak has to say about phone calls he can't stop making. He doesn't want to discuss his phone calls. But I will and I am and my complaint with the LA DA stands. -- Tim Barrus
I see that coming here was a mistake. My work as far as writing goes has been pretty insignificant. Why it attracts so many haters says more about them than anything else. Get a clue.
"Keep needling him" sees me as some kind of entertainment. Clap clap. Such glee. I suppose I damaged her, too. Oh, I am the devil. A demon. Ho hum. It gives anonymous such joy.
I don't want to get her or this NasdijjFan creep off.
It's easy enough to remove this bookmark. I will do that now.
No one is forcing any of you to read my work. WHO held you down and forced you. Not me. But you can't tear your poor fascinated self away.
Read something else.
This will solve your problem.
DUHH. (caps)
The cyberstalking is one thing and the Internet is ripe with hatred. Mainly from all the little Anonymous Folks out there. Your hatred is safe. Gutless.
The phone stalking in real time is different. It's Psychoshit. NasdijjFan doesn't talk about the phone calls.
It makes him sound far too interested.
To have him shitting in my house.
Sure, keep up the phone calls. It's very meaningful. It is such a help to everyone.
It's not even my phone, Shit For Brains. Your snide remarks are one thing. Your calling my family is another.
Stop. Stop now.
You haven't kicked me out of Dodge. You don't have that power and your hatered is irrelevant.
To me. I can get over it.
I still do my work. I am NOT stopping. It just isn't there for you to ridicule.
It's there. It's there. Duhh.
Eat shit.
Ridicule away. Hate away. Poor you. How I've managed to damage poor little you.
Oh, woe is me. I am so sorry you've been so hurt.
Grow up, Big Girl.
Better yet: Get a fucking life.
But no. He goes for mine. I can't fathom the focus. I guess it just makes you cum all over your witty little self.
I've had my say. You repugnant idiot.
Now, to ignore the fucking shit out of you, creep.
You refuse to leave my life. You think your phone calls are so smart.
You will regret the phone calls.
Watch.
Have ten zillion little temper tantrums.
This is about all you'll get from me.
Anything I have to articulate will be communicated to the Los Angeles County District Attorney's Office.
Stalking is against the law In California.
You refuse to stop.
Now, you will be stopped.
Then let's put your real name all over the Internet and other places.
It is pretty amusing to read Tim/Nasdijj
citing the law against stalking.
What about the law against fraud,
Tim? What about the money you took
from people under the guise of
helping "boys with AIDS" Tim?
Tim, you're nothing but a sick man.
You dream of being important enough
to actually have enemies. But in
truth no one cares about you. You're
nothing but a minor writer whose
career is in the past. No one
is stalking you, no one is calling
your phone number. No one cares.
You are so desperate to have someone
who cares that you've invented
yet another character (like all of
those non-existent boys) in this
NasdijjFan. I keep wondering
if you ever have little flashes of
realization that you're just a
sick and pathetic person.
I would also like to know how you
think about the money you took.
How do you justify this? Was it
to support all of that great writing
you're doing? Or perhaps you justify
it on the grounds that you created
all those characters, so full of
Nasdijj death and pain, for the
amusement of your readers? Come
on, Tim, let us in on your thought
process. You're a writer. Surely
you can write something on this
topic. Or is imaginary stalking
just too fascinating.
Yeah really...what about the money Tim? This is the absolute bottom of the art world. No boxes? Man boxes are the least of your worries. Try getting your soul back.
Too rich. Nastim has a fan. Nastim has a stalker. The laughter spills. Who cares if one is the other. I only hope the stalker is REAL as in out-of-the-woodwork-and-completely-apeshit and not just another fantasy. Peer out your window Nastim, you ungrateful wretch. Your audience awaits. Peer. I hope you have one single bar of sunlight by which to enjoy your reaping. You wanted the mad ones, remember? Well, everyone else has forgotten you. The mad ones are all that's left!
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