Topic: Remember that letter?
!MLHqI35Srs started this discussion 10 years ago #48,973
I thought, "fuck it, this is more incriminating than it's worth". Still, it has useful documentary value as a mental record to one's self of the precise extent of their abuses, so here I've published it, with vulnerable details redacted by blanking: https://www.scribd.com/doc/294407161/Your-Iniquities
!MLHqI35Srs (OP) double-posted this 10 years ago, 4 minutes later[^] [v] #638,208
I've left retired or predeccessor colleagues' names exposed, because their safety isn't at risk, having been a threat to mine in the first instance. Go ahead and kill them or whatever it is you want to do.
Anonymous B joined in and replied with this 10 years ago, 12 minutes later, 16 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #638,213
> MLHqI35Srs
Stopped reading right there.
Stopped reading right there.
Anonymous C joined in and replied with this 10 years ago, 1 minute later, 17 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #638,214
kook !!mCVqftDha joined in and replied with this 10 years ago, 1 hour later, 1 hour after the original post[^] [v] #638,253
Did Chac encourage you to do this?
!MLHqI35Srs (OP) replied with this 10 years ago, 6 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^] [v] #638,256
@previous (kook !!mCVqftDha)
Aspergian patriotism sang its bereft cries of treachery down my infinitely troubled conscientousness, beholding it to a guilt that has been neccessary of its befalling for the longest while.
Here is a recent correspondence to the comrade I'd composed this morning, in reflection of what ills I'd committed in turning about-face against the Aspergian by way of aberrosexual transgression:
Aspergian patriotism sang its bereft cries of treachery down my infinitely troubled conscientousness, beholding it to a guilt that has been neccessary of its befalling for the longest while.
Here is a recent correspondence to the comrade I'd composed this morning, in reflection of what ills I'd committed in turning about-face against the Aspergian by way of aberrosexual transgression:
It came much to my appreciation that you had returned on Christmas eve to impart your as-ever invaluable wisdom; little had I realized how dearly I'd lamented its loss, or the despair to which I'd fallen in its absence.
I feel readier, now than ever, to formulate more self-convictedly prostrate apologies. Indeed, for I've accrued the heaviest debt in my disservice to such a historical process as that necessary to save Aspergia in its hour of nigh, I should feel insurmountable and do indeed, unspeakably deep and mournfully bereft regret.
An impetuousness with which I'd began, but you had undoubtedly wasted fruitless hardship and toil in investing yourself, had seen us fall to the very abyss we'd all so often forewarned not only of ourselves but to others, and saw each other descend, you more temporaneously and less severely so, to our respective hypocrisies, but it is one for which I undoubtedly share the heavier burden.
Though I'd always acknowledged its futility, never more than now has it come to have shaken me a fearfully drained and despondent soul, whose confrontation with the maker of reality only awakens itself as of now, that with which I'd truly faced effronterously, the lifeblood tying integrally our brood's kinship and a patriotic devotion that binds us furthermore of a spirituality and patriotism that I had all but egregiously betrayed.
It is, in the lowest and morally destitute haplessness of tears, and the highest of desires to express the sincerest of honesties the burden of conscientious pain I cannot help but atone for in dedicated service to a cause of this sort, that I, too, ask for this moratorium, what was effectively the de facto moratorium-in-excommunication my being from the franchise of Aspergia, and only this.
It is not for me to ask of personal mistrusts to be disbanded, or intellectual differences to be reconciled, or for some kind of pardon in rationalization of what, further to this betrayal, my degenerative descension into apocryphal lifestyles has constituted heretofore. I ask for a different sort of forgiveness: a purely parochial sort of penance, and for an opportunity to demonstrate my repentance to you, dear comrade.
I would like a response of any sort, you needn't even refer to me as such a heathenistic persona of a Luciferian namesake as I'd adorned for myself, such a transgression for which I've awoken at last to the true implications of such an endeavour, for, least I say of all that has happened, everything you had said about their mercenary and mutually predatorial nature had vindicated itself, and as I see your vindication stand unto itself, so I ask you acknowledge my awe towards this righteousness of yours, and it is in relation to these happenstances therewith prurient communities I'd misassociated, I must say, that had inspired me to compose with the most heartfelt sincerity this correspondence.
Yours faithfully.
I feel readier, now than ever, to formulate more self-convictedly prostrate apologies. Indeed, for I've accrued the heaviest debt in my disservice to such a historical process as that necessary to save Aspergia in its hour of nigh, I should feel insurmountable and do indeed, unspeakably deep and mournfully bereft regret.
An impetuousness with which I'd began, but you had undoubtedly wasted fruitless hardship and toil in investing yourself, had seen us fall to the very abyss we'd all so often forewarned not only of ourselves but to others, and saw each other descend, you more temporaneously and less severely so, to our respective hypocrisies, but it is one for which I undoubtedly share the heavier burden.
Though I'd always acknowledged its futility, never more than now has it come to have shaken me a fearfully drained and despondent soul, whose confrontation with the maker of reality only awakens itself as of now, that with which I'd truly faced effronterously, the lifeblood tying integrally our brood's kinship and a patriotic devotion that binds us furthermore of a spirituality and patriotism that I had all but egregiously betrayed.
It is, in the lowest and morally destitute haplessness of tears, and the highest of desires to express the sincerest of honesties the burden of conscientious pain I cannot help but atone for in dedicated service to a cause of this sort, that I, too, ask for this moratorium, what was effectively the de facto moratorium-in-excommunication my being from the franchise of Aspergia, and only this.
It is not for me to ask of personal mistrusts to be disbanded, or intellectual differences to be reconciled, or for some kind of pardon in rationalization of what, further to this betrayal, my degenerative descension into apocryphal lifestyles has constituted heretofore. I ask for a different sort of forgiveness: a purely parochial sort of penance, and for an opportunity to demonstrate my repentance to you, dear comrade.
I would like a response of any sort, you needn't even refer to me as such a heathenistic persona of a Luciferian namesake as I'd adorned for myself, such a transgression for which I've awoken at last to the true implications of such an endeavour, for, least I say of all that has happened, everything you had said about their mercenary and mutually predatorial nature had vindicated itself, and as I see your vindication stand unto itself, so I ask you acknowledge my awe towards this righteousness of yours, and it is in relation to these happenstances therewith prurient communities I'd misassociated, I must say, that had inspired me to compose with the most heartfelt sincerity this correspondence.
Yours faithfully.