“Lord, it’s so hard, livin’ this life. A constant struggle each and every day. Some wonder why, I’d rather die, than to continue livin’ this way. Many are blind, and cannot find, the truth ‘cause no one seems to really know. But I won’t accept, that this is how it’s gon’ be. Devil, you got to let me and my people go! ‘Cause I wanna be free…” Fun fact, Goodie Mob’s “Soul Food” is one of my forever-favorite hip hop albums—of all time. How do starving soul searchers satiate their souls? As a human with a hellacious hunger for knowledge—an insatiable information appetite—food for thought is always in my main menu. To the good “Goodie” group guy, Mr. “Green,” I know the total truth, sir. And it’s unfortunate and unfair as a motherfucker. The truth is, I’m God! Or am I everybody? Or am I nobody? Or is that surprising statement mostly metaphorical? Nevertheless, y’all ain’t shit! Whether it’s meaning to mainly make more money than most motherfuckers, or pushing to popularize stupid-ass, suicidal sayings like “I’m here for a good time, not a long time,” or giving God glory for fucking you over then feeding you or financing your flagrantly frivolous follies and foolishness, or believing that aging and regressing right back to diapers is desirable, or craving to circumvent change ‘cause everything’s easier—even if you’re desperate for disconnection due to daily drama and dejection—when you know what to expect, trends, traditions, and your typical thoughts tell that y’all are some stupid motherfuckers! Learn, you fuckin’ life-losers! What I’m saying is, try to think for yourself, and don’t force-feed your sweet soul a bunch of bullshit just because it’s human habit! Yes, I’ll take the Pulitzer Prize, the Nobel Peace Prize, the billions of bogus bucks, and the worldwide worship, because I’m fixin’ to fuckin’ fly! Or is that surprising statement mostly metaphorical? Don’t worry, because I’m not. As not only have I figured folks out, but I’ve gotten good at giving glory to the glowing, growing, godly genius that deserves it the most—me! That’s right, cringe, cowards. Anyhoo, let’s talk “tea.” But only for the connoisseurs, of course. So, I was minding my motherfuckin’ business—like always—and I decided to open the Treads app just to see what my totally taken-over timeline was saying. And two of the notable names that I keep seeing are SZA and Dej Loaf. If you’re reading this, sup? Yet, you should know, the Creator controls many malleable minds. But I digress. Recently, SZA said, and I quote, “The amount of people mad I revealed they new favorite whatever is AI. Y’all ain’t finna grey my hair. Believe what you want. They ‘gon get yo’ ass, though.” SZA, sorry, but I had to correct your spelling and sentence structure a little, it’s a writer thing. What’s more, that’s the type of shit that makes me wonder what a person mainly means. Because I know that you know Doe, and I know that Doe regularly reads my blog, and I know that Loren LoRosa just daringly dyed her hair silver (similar to grey) after a prior post, and I know that tea talk is fun for females and feminine fellows—like punk-ass podcasters, and I know that artists can be cutesy and clever, and I know that I talk about my totally taken-over timeline often, and I know that the Creator can navigate narratives through certain channels, and I know what’s meant for me to see… do you get it? For the record, both Google and ChatGPT crawl my site for incite. If you don’t know, AI search results are almost always a compilation of specifics sourced from several sites. And that means, if your search results sound similar to someone super smart—like me (Beau Amoureux)—it’s because that’s who it came from. I’m smarter than y’all, stupid-ass motherfuckers! That’s just for the haters who haven’t the talent, the train of thought, or the tenacity to be me. Fuck outta here! So, who else wants a shout-out without giving one back? Just remember, the Creator controls, but I’m fuckin’ free. Moving on, what if getting outside of the “Matrix” only required open-mindedness? What if to be “God-fearing” is actually meant to mean that praying people should fear meeting their maker—the Creator? If many religionists and regular-ass repenting people reach the realization that they’ll only see God when they die, what makes them think that’s a good thing? Everybody has experienced the history of people passing, right? But why turn that into a trend or tradition? You know, I’ve always been a trendsetter, to the point where I can’t stand the same shit unless I’m doing it my way. But some same shit, like death, again, doesn’t appeal to me at all. I refuse to do that, guys. Dying is for dummies! And bitch, AI is out there trying to be me! Fuck outta here! By the way, SZA, that’s not me calling you the b-word. I mean, unless you like that. Speaking of liking that, Doe, I saw your “gluttonous” thing, too. You know, simple sensuality is much more attractive than vulgarity and the purposeful promotion of promiscuity, and I’m sure that many men and a whole wide world full of wise women would concur. I know, y’all want to sit down and talk to someone like the godly genius (Beau Amoureux) that AI is taking notes from, huh? Well, I’d rather fly. And unfortunately for everybody, I’m the only one—and the only “the One.” But maybe later. And soon…
Omniscience