Taco Twat/Persephone,
It appears as if you keep trying to reinterpret the song. So I will try to clarify for you.
Figure the Gematria value for your full name. Now do the same with "Gold Dust Woman".
What does your first name mean? And what metal is it represented by? And what causes it to glow? Sun light. The sun is represented by gold. Thus the light can be loosely interpreted as Gold Dust. What do you do for a living? And what does a silver spoon usually refer to? Fortune.
Rock on Gold Dust Woman, take your silver spoon, dig your grave. What that means is that you messed up, dug yourself into a hole you're not getting out of. (I can relate)
Now, replace the words Gold Dust Woman with my first name, and do a Gematria count for it to say "Rock on ____." It is a warning to me to stay the hell away from you and others like you.
Do you remember that day when you and Ski called me up cracking jokes about 'tight' Mexican girls? You created a time paradoxical kind of thing with that. It's actually what gave me the idea to say it.
You see, a girl's hymen is something kind of sacred. Ideally, it is something that should be reserved for a special occasion, and only by her decision according to her being comfortable and confident. So, if you are trying to aggravate or drive a girl away from you, and you know they are paying attention, say something vulgar about popping her cherry. ...Guaranteed to piss her off. That's why I said it. I was trying to be an asshole to you.
I didn't know much about you at the time of the phone call. From my perspective, you were just another one of those Disney girls. I don't pay attention to that demographic, and I rarely watch TV. It is why I didn't recognize your voice initially. Later on, when I started going mad is when I caught the dream reference. I was walking past the TV while it was showing a commercial of you selling your garbage. It caught my attention. I remember the dream, but it wasn't you, of course.
I started digging into the song and seeing all the references to things, trying to sort it out and figure what it meant. I was completely mad and very confused, wondering how in the hell you could possibly know about that dream. I think I know now. That is part of why you are in such deep shit. Also, I don't think I was supposed to catch any of that until a couple of months ago. I caught it way too early, hence the confusion.
I remember reading about the ordeal with 'Tom', and others, and wondering if it wasn't some kind of psy-ops or something, if I was being triggered or whatever. I could barely think straight. My cognitive state was very poor. My mind was split into several directions and I was getting all these 'mixed up' ideas. I remember thinking that perhaps you had no idea what was going on. I thought "That girl probably has no idea what she is getting into. She probably does whatever she's told without question because she's making a lot of money doing it. One of those weirdos is probably going to kill her or something."
I tried to find a way to contact you, as to maybe warn you, because I felt it was the right thing to do. The issue is that there was no way of doing so without exposing my identity or giving a means of tracking me. I thought I might go the indirect route and enlist the help of one of your teenie-bopper fans, that maybe I could convince one of them to tell you that you're a part of something strange that may have put you in danger. I ended up just hanging out chatting with them and telling them to mind their parents, embarrassing them for posting pics of themselves in their underwear, and giving the awkward girl advice on how to not feel so awkward around boys.
I wasn't sure what was going on, whether you are part of a psy-ops program or being an avatar for a nonexistent person, etc. So I just played along slinging whatever bullshit I thought would aggravate or get a response. I soon realized that you were very aware of what you're doing, and continued to do so in spite of knowing just how aggravated I was/am about it. I have been paying attention ever since. And I see you are still at it. You have way WAY overplayed it.
Your mistake was/is stalking me and playing your bullshit instead of simply being forthright and honest by knocking on my door with whatever business you feel you have with me. I am still unsure of your exact motives other than to simply be cruel and antagonistic, to mess with my head. 'And I want you to know', that if you ever come anywhere near me, I fully intend to break your face and splatter your brains all over everything. Stay away from me.
I have no intention of hunting you at this point, or sending others to do so. I don't think I have to. I think I know what is coming your way, and I will just sit back and watch to see if it actually happens. If someone takes it upon themselves to do something very harmful to you, I will probably celebrate. I really do not like you. I wish you the absolute worst possible misfortune. I hope you burn in hell.
Something I thought was interesting is when I was trying to talk to the teenies, there was this person claiming to be you. I wanted to verify it with a code word to associate that person with you. I suggested that 'she' tell me a code word and to describe what 'she' will wear in public. That way I could confirm that who I was talking to was actually you or associated in some way. We never established that, but a day or two later, you did a children's charity event wearing the 666 smiley shirt. What it confirmed is that you and your people were stalking me online. You're reading this, right?
Another thing interesting about that conversation is that for no apparent reason, 'she' mentioned that her favorite color was green. If I remember correctly, I responded by asking her what that had to do with anything, and if she was suggesting her/your attire was going to be green. I didn't realize it until a couple of months later when Daniel Green flipped out and killed his family. Whoever that was, I suspect, had me confused with him? His name equals 216, BTW. (6x6x6=216).
What the hell are you people into?
I would also like to address your 'response' to the Danica comment. You know, where you imitated the pic that was posted, with the caption "Dear Marie". She had a little meat on her, so I presume you were taking a dig at her for not being as petite as you or Danica. That was fuking rude. You really are an evil bitch, aren't you? Truth is, she was playing some kind of stupid game too. Who knows, she may have been trying to kill me or something.
There is a lot more to the song. But the first verse pertains to you too though. The rest is about other people. I am "The Ruler", of course. And being an anarchist, ironically, my philosophy stems from "No Rulers". Imagine that. It is a no-brainer for me. Although I am not optimistic about finding love.
It looks as if you are trying to play out the "follow those who pale in your shadow" part. That isn't really about you. Quit trying. It's over.
Do you know what a Gold Dust Woman actually is? It is an old slang term from the gold rush days to describe women who were kind of like 'groupies' for gold minors. They would 'entertain' minors in exchange for whatever monetary gain or benefits. They were essentially whores for gold dust, hence "Gold Dust Woman". ...ya know, ...like a Scarlet Whore.
Sometimes it is fun to play the fool, just to see how far people will take it. It leaves no question of due justice in the end.
HURRY catch him before he jumps the fence 
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