Richard Rawlings and the gassy garage guys (allegedly), welcome to the witness list. And Rich, it’d be wise and worthwhile to watch your wagon. And by “wagon,” I mean your back and butt, because the bitch-ass badge boys are butt-hurt, baneful, and brutal. Aziz Ansari (allegedly), welcome back, bud, and be careful! Wendy Williams (allegedly), was that whole outrageous ordeal a farce from the Feds’ frequent follies? Again, Chris Cuomo, Greg Gutfeld, Josh Johnson, Keyshia Ka’Oir, Stephen Smith, Tisa Tells, (allegedly) and all with alliteration appellations are advised to remain attentive and alert. Y’all, these failing fools are forcing themselves to fail forever in refusing to respect my rejection of their request to relinquish my right to resist. I don’t know how you insufferable idiots interpret English, but my “I don’t give a fuck about you!” means, in a sense, that if you develop a deadly disease and die, it wouldn’t depress or disturb me at all. You’re free to fake and fib as frequently as you feel, but I’m for sure fucking y’all up and fixing to free my fury, and it won’t stop! Shout-out to Sevyn Streeter (allegedly), and stay sharp, sweetness. This is really random, but did I tell y’all about the time I was supposed to sell a subwoofer box to John John da Don, or someone using his picture, and the potential purchaser fickly flaked? JJDD, was that actually you? I ended up leaving the big box in the bed of my truck, which had a tough tonneau cover, but it rained and that motherfucker got soaked and swelled up. No biggie, just another short story. For the record, this ain’t no “Make a Wish” moment or charity case, just in case you’re confused about the country’s most crooked cops’ crazy conspiracy against me. I can tell that they’re not telling y’all the truth. Some shady, sad, and sadistic shit is going on, these deceitful dingbats are determined to discredit and defame me, and I won’t allow anyone to sully or shame me without setting shit straight. I’m not fabricating fantasies or falsifying facts from my life, I’m just a private person with immense intelligence sharing my excellent experiences. If being a mastermind who minds my motherfucking business is making miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers make a mockery of themselves, so be it. From the beginning of this blog, I’ve been honest, and I haven’t harbored hatred until the Feds’ fuckery and foolishness took a turn toward tragedy and turmoil. People have died, but dynasties will be dethroned and demons with dominion over the dejected will be destroyed. It seems like I’m just saying shit, huh? Well, we’ll see. Like I said, the posts I publish are more for education than entertainment. But as a psychology pundit, a prodigy and prophet if you will, I understand what prompts and provokes people, so I utilize my understanding. I want to edify everyone, and evoking excitement is enthralling enough to ensure their engagement. In the enemy’s endlessly evil events, these stupid motherfuckers act like stealing my stories and striving to snuff out my shine ain’t a whole ‘nother set of shocking and scandalous stories! Man… kill y’all motherfuckin’ selves! Michelle Obama (allegedly) reads my blog, and nitwits are nibbling on my nuts and gnawing at my neck so much that it’s bringing the “nigga” out of me too often. Get the fuck out of here! These pathetic people are playing with me and pointing to the popular and purposely prolonged public practicing of pettiness and puerility like this is how society should stay. The losers and lowlifes are like, “Hey, Beau, we know that you hate being lied on and having your intelligence insulted, but that’s life and you should accept it.” Is this what life is, or is this what the fuck y’all are making it?! Melyssa Ford (allegedly), like your feeble-minded friends, you’re fake as freak, and it ain’t funny! I’m trying to be nice. I didn’t ask anyone to bedevil me because of my brilliance. Y’all did what’s being done to yourselves. I’m not mad, I just mean what I mean. And soon…
Omniscience