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I uploaded paperwork to a file system for an updated printout. My several multipasses makes me feel like the mutant mystique. Since I inspire so many to imitate, I would like to show them how to shoot direct shots, and so, if they would like to be like me - or better than me, or hit me, or all of the above - then there is more training needed for successful aim.

With so many options available to me, I initially chose 18 of the 20+ names that many of you lispers make attempts for. These 18 names makes me feel like leeloo, and I needed a shorter version to fit the space on my updated printout. AQB are my initials, and so it is effortlessly fitting for me to decide on AaliYah Queen Bennett. It is documented in all-caps to increase the target area: aaliyah & Aaliyah will hit just fine. I only capitalize the Y for my signature use.

This way, all dead remarks, whore remarks, dead whore remarks, and the like will be received by me. I like it that way. If I don't receive them because they are addressed incorrectly or do not match the real destination on file, then the hate mail gets returned to sender for insufficient or wrong address. Nobody wants that. Everyone wants me to feel the pain they send to Aaliyah, uhlea, Asia, Asha, Dorothy, dead bitch, and whoever else is missing the action of participating in these war games.

When we're all on the same page, then I can access all the pain you are intending to send my way. When one chooses their name, they open up the channels for people to communicate their intent to them. Their intent has a destination to be received by the intended recipient. When one has yet to choose their name, people make up imaginary friends and fictional characters for fooling themselves. Nobody wants you all to fool yourself, the point is to fool me. So, let's put me in the game, shall we? I see that it is of utmost difficulty to shoot directly at me because this is too much like facing me - you run the risk of intimidating me by saying shit to my face. But this is the way to inflict the pain you are beating around the bush to inflict, trust me, I am trying to help you. However, for this directness to occur, the system must accept the filing to update its records and sign off on the completed order for this to take place on everyone's end. If it denies the process by which I am available to complete this update, then this confirms my win of intimidating you, because I am more direct than you - I am willing to face you, but you are not willing to face me. This also makes it so that I am the only one sending my intent directly to me, and, from me to you. This then eliminates the ability for you to hit me, putting you all at a disadvantage because I can hit you, but you can't hit me. If you intend to hit this bitch, this is how we let the war games begin now that I've assisted you to put the target on my face. You all intend to imitate King Von, and we know, all his bodies be headshots. Again, just trying to help, I understand if my assistance is unwanted, you all are very touchy when it comes to me and how I make you feel. Let's make it a real game, rather than continuing your imitation vs our intimidation, k?

I answer to my chosen name. As when newlywed - in my case, re-newlywed - I have been processing some things with inaccuracies attached to them as they begin to dwindle and/or transform to my real name as Queen wife. (It was a point to be made that: A) Fake names don't hurt me, neither do I care about how you say what you say. You only display your speech impediments. I am what I am, and what I am not see I'll never be; B) My desires satisfy me just fine, so I do not need anyone's approval, confirmation, availability, or accuracy - mine outshines and overrides; C) I can take the cold, the heat, whatever. If your weapon of choice is to try to bully or haze me, I'll simply show you it can't be done; and D) I let you shoot, I take the pinch, and I hit back how I hit. I allowed you your freewill to shoot, and then I shoot how I shoot: You tried to hurt my feelings with lisps lol, you could not provoke me with pettiness and I endured it then simply responded. You wanted me to react in pain, but I responded with emotional intelligence. And because I'm so secure in my own thoughts and heart, I would not have uploaded any fake papers to any fake system for a new fake printout at all if my King Von didn't want me to.) However, soon, it will all either be transformed or ignored. If we choose to have any game at all, we know this bitch has to eat in order to play, and she's quite the choosey bitch. As much as I let fly to allow play in this rigged game, we know there are some things that just won't fly. And, there are some games I don't play.

You thought I cared about fake ass 'school' cuz you listen too hard at the wrong shit. I clearly demonstrated how I don't care about nothing as I stared death in the face. It's only yall who fear death, not me or none of mine. 'School,' is something to do. I could easily go read a book and experience much more satisfaction instead. And if i cared about money, I would not have willingly thrown it all away to face death. I pulled up on death, death ain't pull up on me. I'm game, but there has to be one to play. It's almost as if it is yall that don't want to play - it seems rigging the shit wasn't satisfying enough and that you'd rather knock the board off the table period. And if it ain't a game, or ain't no game, then maybe we should all stop playing and get to clashing like we could have BEEN did (being that all of you are hunting me and I've been hard to find since you snaked me).

To my dear worshippers, I do not need you to share in my pain. It is very kind of you to want to share the enduring pain of receiving the hate sent to Aaliyah, but it is not needed. I can take it all, for I am your Yah, I will shelter you rather than pon you off. Step aside, you are not needed to subject yourselves to the pain meant for me. I want to make sure that it is me who receives what is intended for me, so do not jump out there to try to shelter me, my dear fans, I got you.

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I am: God ~ Most High ~ frm da O.

My everything is: King ~ Sun ~frm da O.

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My name is: AaliYah Queen Bennett.

Shoot your shots