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My sides in orbit you're new to this aren't you? If you've already slept with her expect the worst my friend.

I know a guy who took a shit on a woman's chest to get rid of her.

They were in a hotel room naked and he just took a shit on her and left and she never called him again.

You can start by sending her a random Garfield comic strip out of the blue. Do this every other day until she inevitably mocks your sense of humor. She will be happy that you eventually ghosted her, and meeting by chance irl will be an awkward smile and sigh of relief.

If that doesn’t work, get REALLY attached to her, and ask her where she is or who she is talking to multiple times a day.

Tell her you went gay and only like the cock.

Tell her that you have an uncle who’e kinda like Walter White, but much more dangerous; and that there are things about you that she wouldn’t understand, things she couldn’t understand, things she SHOULDN’T understand.
(Whether she’s aware of Pee-wee or not, it’ll work — always does).
(Thanks Pee-wee!)

Tell her that rogue federal agents, (prolly FBI agents from the Tuskegee Office), who hunt for and sell vulnerable women & girls to Turkish dungeon brothels & dog food companies, have infiltrated the local nigger crackhead community; and that socializing with any of them puts her in more danger than she could imagine or would believe.

::: {{{{{{dubious remnant}}}}}} :::

While you’re on the subject, tell her that you love dogs. Tell her that you also love cats, but are allergic to them. Tell her that uncle Walter White’s wife raised you for a time, and was an Old World Witch, who taught you much more than a young boy should know. ...

Wait. Um ... .

Lost our train of thought.

Still harsh New Moon.

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Clarification, in honor of her:

I knew her as Francesca, which was the name chosen by me, when she said that I should choose the name I knew her by.
{to be continued}

Aside A
(from Mad Monste Party (1967?)):
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=tVfStD8g39A&pp

Grew up in El Segundo, a CIA hotspot, as it were. Uncle Walter White was an associate of George HW Bush, whom he began relating invectives about around the time GHW Bush was made head of the CIA (as an blackmail-style achievement resulting from Bush’s involvement in Watergate and close criminal association with Hillary Rodham, whose recovery of the Black Hand Black Book, which had been kept in the Watergate Hotel Democrat headquarters safe following the breakup of Tammany Hall, was the actual non-FF purpose of the Watergate break-in, beyond making a stooge & patsy of President Nixon. (Oy, Gevalt! Do not get me started!)
{to be confused}

Aside B
(from The Departed (2006)):
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vInFuLgwR1U&pp

My father worked at 20th Century Fox before WWII, laying canvas for backdrops; then, after the attack on Pearl Harbor, he was frozen on the job as vital to the war effort; and thuswise he was transferred about to this or that aircraft manufacturer, laying canvas for the bodies & wings, etcetera, of military aircraft.

He worked at Vaught on Corsairs, at Lockheed on the P-38, with other places & planes in between; then, before or after the end of WWII, he was transferred to Northrop, at Edwards AFB, to the Air Force Test Center, laying canvas for experimental aircraft, like the Flying Wing, which the mucketymucks labelled as ridiculous, and busted Jack Northrop’s yarbles over. Yet, half a century later, they dug Northrop’s designs out of the trash bin, claimed salvage rights over, added some token lights & gadgets, then rolled out as their New Coke joke: the B-2 Spirit Stealth Bomber, their pride & joy. Cocksucking limp dick canniballistic cuck fucks!

Anyhoo! Another plane he worked on was called The Bug by those worked on building it, as well as the test pilots with whom they socialized & drank, and such as men who work closely together. And he was on a first name basis with every man who died in that desert, in the wreckage of one of the sundry variants of what is either an eventually successful military vehicle developed by Northrop or another company. My father said it was, “Like nothing you’ve ever seen, built on physical dynamics principles developed via studying bumblebees.” No idea what it was.

In 1947, whether over mental trauma of being friends with test pilots who died, through suggestion of associates, or because he didn’t pass the newfangled intelligence clearance requirements; he transferred back to 20th Century Fox. He became an organizer of the Teamsters; and was a close enough associate of James Riddle Hoffa that he had a Teamsters buisiness card with Hoffa’s signature, which was not merely an autograph, judging from the reaction of folks of an organized persuasion & perspective to whom it was clandestinely shown, even by myself, decades after the scurrilous murder of Hoffa, one of the greatest and most noble men the world has ever inaccurately known. Beyond my level of association or understanding to fully appreciate its weight, except to know that Hoffa still has noble & honorable friends of an organized persuasion, who loved him & knew him for who he truly was, and for what he truly achieved. The murder of Hoffa was a much greater actual damage to this country than the murders of any coon or Kennedy. But I digress.
{to be continued}

Aside C
(from Apocalypse Now)
(NB: Apocalypse Now Redux (2001) is the only truly significant version,
IMOPHFO):
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bX7ENNUvRig&pp

[[[[[[Ignore as irrelevant:
(Holy Fuck, I’m peevish.
Attempting to avoid going Joker, being as that paranoid hebephrenic psychotic rage is the most unpleasant of psychotic states, and often may lead to messy social issues and circumstances that may on occasionally result in
imprisonment or
institutionalization.)

Why are you still typing?]]]]]]

Aside E:
Coco the Sociopathic Parrot:
https://m.youtube.com/results?sp=mAEA&search_query=coco+i%27m+not+gonna+hurt+you+
Link impossible.
Need to seach YouTube for:
“Coco I’m not gonna hurt you”

Psychologically stabilizing.
Must socialize with female.
May continue this sometime.

Tell her you are talking with an ex that you are thinking of getting back with. It simply wouldn't be fair to string someone along...

That kind of shit. If all else fails and there be a storm brewing either way, just show your power level, she will most likely no longer be interested.

Fake your death

just tell her she's fat

If you haven't already slept with her, it will be much easier. Set your rules of behavior for both yourself and her, and then enforce them and act accordingly. Don't yield. Don't budge. Start polite but firm.

If you've already slept with her, well, dude, you're on your own.

Not happening. Ghosting is the only option. Good luck if you live in the same area.

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This is so simple actually. Just tell her you tested positive for HIV, or tell her you hate Fauci.

Wait did you fuck her already?

Tell her about the jews

For starters, never let her know that you know that she's crazy or has any psychological disorders. Once she knows that you know she will make it her mission to destroy you. She will even go so far as to turn friends, family, relatives, employers, and anyone who she knows of that is aware of your existence against you.

Answr: Pt.1,You cant.

Pt.2,Move.

Just tell her you're gay and she's the reason.

You stuck your dick in crazy. Now face the consequences. She'll prolly key your ride.

Move out of the country, change your phone number.

You have a few options.

But be aware if she is unhinged and on your case she could make a hard seduction pass - and if she's young and good-looking + knows how to put that into effect can be tough to resist, and you'll probably fail if it's your first rodeo being hard seduced... especially if she catches you drunk

You're probably going to have to play this by ear, but here's some pointers.

DO NOT LISTEN TO OR ENTERTAIN HER WOES!!!

if she 'shares' something, respond only with some shit that applies to you. On no account should you offer this person any advice. Just be "me me me me me"

For bonus points - if she spends more than 5 minutes talking to you - abruptly change the subject to you asking her for money. Just a small amount 10-20 or so.

Don't let her know where you live, what you do etc. But not in a ray Mysterio way, just don't share information.

Be generally disagreeable - not in an overly rude way, just somewhat contrary.

She wants to travel, you hate trains and planes and the idea of going abroad/out of town makes would be a nightmare for you.

And for the rest, just grey rock it. Be boring.

Make out you don't kiss till the 10th date and won't fuck till it's serious... though mind you don't give the nutter a challenge

Start talking shit about her family members, nothing blatant, but just generally judgemental-and have a subtle attitude of they are less than. That’s usually mistakenly worked for me in the past. Even though it was always true. Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree so I was probably doing myself a favor anyways