Y’all, I’m still sitting in the same spot, situated in a steady state of surety that my success imminent, and the endlessly evil enemy insists on intending to interrupt my influence, intercept my incomings, interfere with my intelligence, and impede on my importance. Imagine imagining, in your infinite ignorance and with inimical intentions, that you can influence an individualist who insists that you kill your motherfuckin’ selves immediately. Man… if y’all don’t get the factual fuck out of here! “Titillating tough-talker,” if you’re reading this, I caught that conversation you carried with the caller claiming to care about avid atheism, curing the culture, and benefiting bitches, but that shit seemed starkly scripted—as it was discernibly derivative of my dialogue. Niggas, y’all will NEVER be me! But I’m begging you to be better and brainier versions of yourselves. Now, back to the booby boo, watching you shop makes me wonder if that was you I walked past in Walmart back when some wicked witch was freakishly following me. And if it was, why in the world were you wantonly wondering around at my local Walmart? Again, deceiving with doppelgängers is a designated delusive and distractive tactic for the Feds. I’m encountering everyday events that are wildly weird and worrisome. And that cringe convo you carried with the copycat, citing my beliefs, confirms that you’re cooperating with the country’s most crooked cops. Does that mean you can’t come clean? Sirs, you’re simply not special! Stop swiping and stealing my steez and search your souls for something substantially less spurious. Uniqueness can’t be ubiquitous, at least not mine. Anyhoo, motor-mouth Mona (allegedly), aka loquacious light-skin, aka chubby chatterer, aka profane phatty, is you mad? Because you went from a predictable pattern to prettily pouting right after I pointed out your participation in the punk-ass police’s pitiful plot. You know, this would end easier and ease the embarrassment if everybody told the truth. Because guys, I guarantee your goofy asses that you couldn’t possibly predict how little I care about your lives. Your honor, as every post I publish is evidence that corresponds with the conspirators and co-conspirators’ “allusive attacks” and “subliminal slights,” please pardon my profanity and uninhibited expression. Alleviating my anger through communicating my concerns candidly has been a catharsis for me. These aren’t threats, they’re my true thoughts. For the record, my criminal chronicle and psychological profile are clean and clear. The FBI and CIA have cruelly and callously curated a crazy, crime-ridden conspiracy—spanning several suns—that has caused chaos and confusion which is contributing to my current and continued chastising and criticizing of their clear carelessness. Like I said, I’m sure that suicidal thoughts are something that these sinister sickos seek to stimulate with their steady scornful snubs, as said subliminal slights and allusive attacks are being done deliberately to denigrate me and diminish my desire to live and love. As I’ve mentioned, when an asinine actor’s actions are atrocious and abominable, playing stupid is the perfect strategy for having smart people perceive them as such. I’m repeating that remark because these bullshitting, backbiting, bullying bad actors believe that pointing to pieces from my previous posts will protect them from public disgrace, despite them denying delving deep into my blog, following and fucking with me forever, extensively investigating my entire existence, and refusing to recognize that my rhetoric rightfully belongs to me while having commonplace content creators and celebrities recite and regurgitate said rhetoric to crush my credibility and have readers call my creativity into question. What’s more, nobody has noted my name or addressed me directly, implying that the indecent imbeciles involved in this indisputable inequity foolishly figure that the indirect insults and allusive antagonistic acts aren’t actionable. Your honor, I have years of revealing “receipts,” which is evidence exemplifying the extensive efforts that my endlessly evil enemies exhausted to eliminate me and escape the execution of exposure of their evilness. I can tie things that have transpired in my case to crimes committed against clement citizens, crimes contracted or carried out by “the country’s most crooked cops,” some leading to the loss of life. I promise, this shit will never happen to anyone else! Soon…
Omniscience