A conspiracy cover-up comprised of contrived “coincidences” and celebrity co-conspirators who’re collectively corroborating the central conspirators’ craziness to create cringe-worthy, cinematic chaos and confusion is conspicuously comical. Like I said, conspirators can’t convince their own co-conspirators that I’m crazy because the conspiracy was concocted specifically to sap my sanity, so only someone stupid would say that I’m not steadily stable and sustaining my sanity. Which begs the question, are you stupid? Imagine imagining that being inspired by my intelligence and individuality is an invitation to interfere with my intentions. So, you see or sense that shining in singularity is a strong suit of mine, and that means you should overstep my boundaries? There are people who presently presume that my absence among stupid sacks of soft-serve shit is a sign that they should sit or seat someone in the spot supposedly saved for me. First, if you’ve concluded that cancelling me ‘cause you can’t control me will preclude my presence from the places where I plan to plant my flag without permission, you’re stupid. Second, if you crave to control me ‘cause you can’t compare me to any clowns who’re currently claiming to be committed to “the cause” and you think cloning my content without my consciousness will cause me to call it quits, you’re stupid. Third, if you’re a proud or paid participant of the punk-ass police’s pitiful plot and you’re preserving the possibility of me pardoning you or playing nice, you’re stupid. It’s vile that virtually valueless vermin vow to live vicariously through me. Find your own fuckin’ future! No, you nincompoops are not nearly especial enough to equate to me. No, being “normal” isn’t the gateway to greatness. No, you don’t have my permission to play my part. No, I don’t give a fuck about you! I’m not mean, I just mean what I mean. Anyhoo, again, Big Boi, Lauren London, Loren LoRosa, Marsai Martin, Paul Pierce, the Kardashian sisters, and all with alliteration appellations should seriously be very vigilant. Remember, Hulk Hogan and Ozzy Osbourne didn’t die differently, they both had heart attacks. Marcyliena Morgan, Harvard’s head hip hop historian, recently reunited with her designated deity. Remember Robert Redford. Graham Greene is gone. And Alon Abutbul, Brandon Blackstock, Jonathan Joss, and others have sadly succumbed to serious stuff. My point isn’t to propagandize people’s perishing, and I’d be remiss if I neglected to notify notable names that my timeline is teeming with actors, actresses, and artists with alliteration appellations. Most importantly, in following the Feds’ frequent follies, I’m compelled to communicate that caution and concern are critical. Y’all, if this were a joke, would the weak-ass weirdos be wracking their wee wittle brains to manifest mythical methods to manipulate mine? The more ridiculousness I reveal, the more ridiculous these retards’ ridiculousness gets. Like I said, Hollywood is highly weird. Moving on, I should practice personalizing my posts more, because bitches be biting. So, I have this obnoxious, oversized oak tree in my yard that loves to lose limbs. Today, a large limb launched itself off the trunk, landed loudly, and is laying on my lawn. The same thing happened merely a month ago, and I had to hack in half and haul the huge hunks of hardwood away from my house. How normal are nuisances in your life? Let’s say this shit was a simulation, and we’re subjected to a series of set synthetic scenarios and situations to see if we’re in shape to survive without self-destructing. One, why wouldn’t we want to avoid as many obstacles and obstructions as we possibly could? Two, why would the higher powers controlling the circumstances create crises and catastrophes that can’t be fixed or forgotten just for the fuck of it? Three, why would people praise a preeminent power that presents problems like they’re pleasant or as if tackling them isn’t trying and taxing? As an abiding atheist, I pray that people who praise their preferred preeminent power perceive me as a preordained problem. Because like that tree, I’m about to break off and burden a bunch of bitches! Soon…
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