For the record, I ain’t alleging anything else! With that, assume that all assertions administered here forward are facts. So, who is the “Sagittarius?” If stupid is as stupid does, and stupid motherfuckers suppose that playing stupid will save them from shame and sorrow while they’re doing stupid shit and striving to keep it a secret, doesn’t doing stupid shit make you stupid and playing stupid about it prove you’re stupid? The Feds are feeding Joe Budden fun-size facts about my life—like how I could’ve skipped a grade in elementary school—and having him speak as if said statements are his stories. Lots of liars are leeching lessons from my life, actually. In a cornucopia of commentary, Drea Nicole of “Pour Minds” has regularly regurgitated and referenced comments from conversations I’ve had throughout my life, suggesting that she’s being specially supplied with inside info. Drea also answers to what she’s asked as if she’s speaking from my perspective, meaning her replies are reminiscent of my reasoning and rationale, so somebody supplying her surmises that they’re smart. Again, several Stans are Stanning. The country’s most crooked cops clearly conclude that commandeering my content—infringing my intellectual property and intelligence—will discredit me and deem me defunct. Whether they’re stealing stories I’ve shared so far, predicting personal probabilities, or having my history highlighted by irritating imitators, the objective is to run me away from what’s rightfully mine and render me obsolete. Just so y’all know, allusive attacks and subliminal slights, principally when paired with intentionally ignoring insistent cries for ceasing such cruelty, are designed to drive a target crazy or make them believe that they’re dreaming or already dead. What does a panicking person do during a dark, dreadful, draining dream? Typically, dying while dreaming wakes you, right? Put the pieces together! Man… it’s over for y’all! Once more, all y’all had to do was shut the fuck up! Jae’Won knows what I’m talking about, right? The Feds tried to tag me as a troll or terrorizing tough-talker by providing plenty of petty, puerile popular people with triggering indirect insults, unintentionally exposing their endlessly evil efforts to eliminate me. Like I said, if y’all keep doing the same old stupid shit, I’m gon’ keep talking about it. To cover up this crazy conspiracy, the bitch-ass badge boys believe that bombarding me with bullshit will brainwash me. By that, I mean silently showing spurious sympathy, secretly suggesting that stalking and surveilling me is to save me and keep me safe, covertly continuing to copy me and my content while claiming that mimicking is motivational, privately promising to address me directly and right wrongs, and confidentially contending that the chaos and confusion will culminate to celebration and congratulations is all meant to make me mistake myself for the miserable, meddlesome motherfucker. Getting gangs of gullible gabbers to “gangstalk” me, or annoyingly and alarmingly allusively accost me, serves several purposes. Ultimately, me coming off as crazy, crashing out, committing a crime, or losing my life is the government’s goal. The witching and wizardry still ain’t working, weak-ass weirdos! Loren LoRosa, saying that you scribbled scripts for co-workers to convey doesn’t mean you weren’t advised or assisted by sideline sources, or that you personally provided the prompts period. Lying is as simple as stating something untrue, and folks fib for funds frequently. Copycat-ass Charlamagne, I’ve been gawked at by goofies in government glasses often, and none of those wonderful witnesses to wickedness told me that I was being recorded. “Outrageous Olivia,” those stretchmarks on your stomach show that you’re a mother of many, why are you wasting precious parenting time pretending? Jasmine Crockett, sticking to the script stuck you to something that’s sure to strip you of your success. Was it worth it? How many humans has this happened to? Again, school shooters, mass murderers, and terroristic triggermen are likely targets of the terrible tactics taking place in this pitiful plot. Again, Luigi Mangione was in Atlanta and wrote alliterative affirmations on his ammunition—coincidence my ass! Whether coincidental or comprehensively conclusive, I got what I need. And soon…
Omniscience