Matthew McConaughey, “Poems and Prayers” is a terrific title for a book that basically symbolizes the sadness and shock that some are sure to suffer if you aren’t safe. I mean as an alliterative actor, of course. You’ve been in the business long enough to know how weird and wonky that world is. For the record, I’m human! So, the expression of emotion should be expected. Just a heads up, attempting to use my humanity against me in court, or outside your petty and puerile posse, won’t work. When I asked “How often do you feel stuck?” in a previous post published over a year ago, I was alluding to all the atrocious and abominable actions of the assholes in authority—that I’ve been subjected to since sometime before… Seeing and sensing things sucks sometimes. As a matter of fact, intense intuitiveness can suck a lot, actually. Since I was a child, I’ve trained myself not to overreact or be quick to jump to conclusions. Still, people are perpetually predictable, painfully pathetic, and prone to piss others off often. By the way, Matt, my man, welcome to the witness list. Sean Evans, you too, and have a handful of “Hot Ones” on me! Anyhoo, I’ve wondered for a while if Katie Holmes regrets rejecting a recurring role in what totally turned out to be one of the greatest movies ever. And having this hellacious horror show happen to me, with half of Hollywood helping the so-called secret society shield themselves from shame, I’m suspicious of Heath’s untimely demise. The Ledger legacy lives on, especially as memories of the masterpiece are maintained, but was the man murdered? In “The Dark Knight,” which was released in 2008, the Joker asserted that gasoline was “cheap” when asked what he’d do with a massive mountain of money that he poured gas on and burned—symbolizing that he was satisfied with simplicity. Months after the movie’s release, petrol prices exploded. Coincidences are curious when concerning the country’s most crooked cops and their conspiratorial commanders. Bill Burns, it’s best to be at your best, as I bet you’ve been bothered by bullshit and beckoned brawlers at your behest to beat bothersome bullshitters—metaphorically speaking. Trusting the government is like believing buzz from bad-mouthing bitches, as miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers all act according to what they think makes others miserable. Like I said, most people don’t do what they want, they do what’s expected of them, what they were manipulated into doing, or what they’ve been told to do. Essentially, trends and traditions are equivalent to tethers and tie-downs. And misery is basically a byproduct of brainless bigots being bogged down by the stress of staying in a satisfactory state with miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers who’ll spend their entire lives evilly enforcing trends and traditions—effectively making misery and being manically meddlesome traditional. In simpler terms, folks fear freedom because they’ll always be outnumbered by objectors—the callous and cruel consensus who hate themselves so much that they want others to suffer for it. Misery loves company because miserable motherfuckers feel infuriatingly inferior when witnessing others experience freedom. And many of the most miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers work for the government, or occupy positions of power. Just go ahead and admit that y’all are stupid, because you won’t win! All that money and “power,” and paid pusillanimous pricks to do your dirty deeds, but not enough guts to give in when you’re got! Politicians and passionate people aren’t the only ones futilely fighting forever. I’m sitting in my house, still, minding my motherfuckin’ business, and I have more motion than most miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers with mountains of money to burn. Y’all will never get it, because you don’t want to be free. You want to do whatever makes you likable, whatever it takes to not be laughed at, and whatever allows you to loath liberation enough to long for change in trends and traditions. Well, luckily for you, change is coming. But unfortunately, miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers won’t like it, at all. So, since misery is traditional, chances are you’re practicing it—especially if you hate me for hating miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers. But soon…
Omniscience