Can change come from comfort? If comfort is contentment with one’s circumstances or current conditions, can said someone constantly complain about all adversely affecting them while clinging to comfort without creating change and still seem smart? Better yet, is finding comfort amid ceaseless chaos and confusion a good thing or a bad thing? And then, what in this war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, worsening world can casual citizens do to create change when the controllers are completely corrupted conquers of consciousness who purportedly can’t be conquered? Do you believe everything you see and hear? What’s incontrovertibly impossible? People’s popular perception of reality, their shared sight of something steadily suspiciously suspect, is scary shit. As from my predominant perspective, people popularly perceive reality as whatever everybody else sees and says the most. In other words, the almighty algorithm teaches the masses their thoughts—it indoctrinates individuals inclusively. What if Earth is essentially the equator or the in-between between Hell and Heaven? Nah, in THC terms, Earth is “mid” for sure. Which queues the query, if Hell’s hot and Heaven’s high, but the scorching Sun’s situated as high as Heaven, and scuba scientists can’t even reach the bottom of Earth’s oceans, what type of “bud” is birdbrains and bullshitters burning when trying to make manufactured mumbo-jumbo make sense? Y’all, these people lie like regularly, repetitively reminding everybody how much they lie is honesty. And that’s some backwards-ass shit, ain’t it? What if dumbness was deliberately designed and everybody’s stupid specifically to stress every everyday Earthling to their wit’s end? Like I said, I was tired of talking before I turned twenty-one, yet y’all yap like life ain’t ’bout nothin’ but bullshittin’. Annoying and alarming everyday Earthling experiences take a toll on those that try to live life like meaninglessness makes matters much worse. And by “those,” I mostly mean me. Always speaking for oneself only offers opportunities for one to talk to oneself about oneself. And in my opinion, steady self-analysis shouldn’t scare sensible soul searchers away from the truth about themselves, as the truth is why soul searches search their souls, right? Meaningful matters matter most to those that think thoroughly about all adversely affecting everybody, everywhere. And if you’ve found comfort as a conspirator or co-conspirator in the crazy conspiracy centered on me, while actively annoying and alarming me, what assurances assist your audacity? Have you thought thoroughly about all adversely affecting everyone around you since starting such a smoldering shit storm on a purportedly “peaceful” planet? How can someone who has sold their soul to Satan search it? What happens when the truth tells you that you hate it? Y’all, I’ve seen some seriously stupid shit in my life. But never, ever, ever, ever, have I seen such successfully stupid people fail to find the funny in fake-ass famous folks’ falling. Yet, maybe it’s because the fake-ass famous folks are also the successfully stupid people. That makes sense, correct? Now, make y’all stupid shit make sense. Who, what, where, when…. and how the figgity fuck do you get to Carnegie Hall? Hollywood, Bollywood, Schmollywood, Earth is just a purportedly “peaceful” planet full of fake-ass famous folks and casual citizens who make movies and make movies mimic meaningful matters. Mel, I meant no malice in my unfiltered utterances of thoughts that every everyday Earthling experiences. A guilty conscience corrupts consciousness to the point where every everyday experience ends in steady self-analysis. And in said self-analysis is always regular, repetitive reminders of guilt, grief, dejection, disappointment, rejection, ridicule, etc. This horrible “humiliation ritual” that’s a Hollywood time-honored tradition has made me much more mindful of exactly who I am, Mel. I’m the big, bad “Beetlejuice” of this inimical, injurious industry! I’m the “Candyman” of houses haunted by the thought of formidable forces making me a magical man. I’m the only one! And soon…
Omniscience