“I know it’s hard to resist, this is the party no one wanted to miss… Boy! She’s gonna be mad, you’re a bad boy! You got it bad, boy! Say goodbye to your friends, ‘cause it’s gonna be a while ‘til you see them again!” In my opinion, the sad, sadistic scandalization of Diddy’s dirty deeds, namely the New York native’s famous “freak-offs,” demonstrates the Devil’s desire to demonize everything that everyone enjoys in secret. Guilt and grief ain’t good for humanity’s health, even if judgement is of God. Now, before I proceed to my primary point on this touchy topic, the obvious joke here happens to be that the properly proud booty bandit-banging “Bad Boy” was “Having a Party” that maybe made his mama mad and got him sent far, far away from his freaky-ass famous friends—a lot like what hilariously happened in the lyrics of the toe-tapping tune. But my primary point is, in the form of a queued query, should sinners suffer forever for having human habits if inevitable imperfection is expected in everybody’s everyday experiences? With that, at what point does people’s personal perspectives become irrelevant and irritating—from your personal perspective? In your everyday experiences, if every query queued a subsequent query, when would you break and begin ignoring them? Everything ain’t for everybody, right? And much like stupid motherfuckers should stop “studying” smarter people to take said smarter people’s place in places where phonies are fucking up folks’ futures, petty, puerile people should simply shut the fuck up whenever whatever’s happening ain’t causing them consequences. In other words, crashing out ‘cause someone’s freedom and free will is in question after said someone did a deed that you dislike, disapprove of, or disagree with is super-duper stupid. If everything is essentially energy, and you’re exhausting every moment of your mentally ill, miserable, meddlesome lives demonstrating against anything that allows the extraneous exhaustion of energy, what a wildly wicked waste of life! Anyhoo, happy belated birthday to Marsai Martin, another alliterative appellative-having actress who is always attached to my totally taken-over timeline. Do y’all know how I know Hell is here? It’s because I’m definitely, probably about to be the most famous person in the whole wide world. And that’s some bullshit! Nevertheless, being the predominant prophet—a permanently powerful person—is my greatest goal. And to think, niggas normally want to be crazy convicts, relentlessly retarded rappers, brainless big ballers, immoral millionaire moguls, etcetera, etcetera. “Money, power, respect—what you need in life! Money, power, respect—you’ll be eatin’ right! Money, power, respect—you can sleep at night! You’ll see the light, what’s the key to life?” Well, Jason Terrance Phillips, gon’ ‘head, knock yourself out, answer the question! What’s the key to life, sir? What if you bald-headed bad boys got it backwards? What if gaining God’s “respect” prompts the holiest head honcho to put a promising person in a position of “power”—a powerful position—where said mighty man (me) could make more “money” than a single human has ever had? Better yet, who needs money with pure power? Sure, someone suggesting that they’re smart could say that “God” gave nonsensical niggas tons of talent to send them to Satan’s showcase and rightfully reward them with fame and fortune—for having the talent that he gave them—just for them to regularly, repetitively remind everyone that the “root of all evil” is the most valuable currency in the cosmos. But then I’d respectfully respond with a queued query, what if the Devil is your “God?” Anyhoo again, nonsensical niggas dream too small—think too tiny. Some people only want a high-priced Hellcat and a hottie to hump. Some people only want fans, followers, and an unrealistically, unnecessarily clean reputation. Some people only want a marriage, a mortgage, a flock of fake-ass friends, and a fickle family. Plenty of people want whatever everybody else deems desirable. And I want to be everything that everybody else can’t be! Don’t ask why, don’t even ask why not, simply shut the fuck up. Because petty, puerile people’s personal perspectives are why the whole wide world is war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, and worsening! But soon…
Omniscience