Carissa Codel, cute, curvy chicks are cool to cuddle with. I’m convinced that the crazy conspirators creating circumstances for me to comment on can’t capably comprehend or carefully come to the conclusion that manipulating my mind is dreadfully difficult. And shout-out to Ashley Garrett, who was randomly and repeatedly tacked to my timeline time after time, so I wrote about her to see if she would start subliminally slighting me, and she definitely did. The sadists sitting at a screen sickeningly stalking and surveilling me to take a stab at slashing my sanity are at least aware of what I’m attracted to. Federal agents are basically basement dwellers who managed to move away from mom to make money mastering maniacal misery and meddlesomeness. For example, if a weirdo walks into Walmart and works their way into the perfect position to watch women poop and piss in public restrooms, they get arrested and stamped with a sex offender stigma. However, if a federal agent burgles a “suspect’s” home, installs several sorts of spy shit throughout the right-receiver’s residence, hacks the presumably innocent person’s phone, places concealed cameras and GPS gadgets in their car, follows them essentially everywhere, takes over their trending topic timelines to terrorize and terrify them with torture tactics, deputizes dummies to disrespect them while desiring to drive them into derangement, threatens to publicize their private performances if they don’t submit or surrender in silence, and worse, said villainous and victimizing agent is just doing their job. A suspect is someone suspicious, a creepy-ass criminal, right? What the fuck makes you weak-ass weirdos believe that you’re not weak-ass weirdos? You hide and haunt, prey predatorily on passivity and powerlessness, and exude and epitomize everything evil! There’s no such thing is a lawful lunatic or a godly ghoul. Once again, fuck y’all, kill your motherfuckin’ selves, and I hope all y’all fuckin’ die! I mean what the fuck I’m sayin’! These pathetic-ass people—the punk-ass police and the pussies with pretended power—tried to create a criminal, design a disgraceful demon, manifest a maniac, and label me Lucifer-like by having all you co-conspiring cohorts attempt to allusively attack and subliminally slight me into psychosis. Outsiders and objective onlookers were never supposed to know what’s happening here, duh! You’re not allowed to say my name for several reasons. One, the proof is in the posts, and the blog is in my namesake. Two, if not straightforwardly slipping into insanity, I’m supposed to suspect that my sanity is slipping, as deliberate denial of devilishness is deception, and intentionally ignoring insistent cries to cease covert cruelty and callousness commonly makes motherfuckers crazy. Three, openly acknowledging my assertions and allegations is an admission of guilt. You fools ain’t foolin’ me. Remember, my intelligence and intuition are what you fear the most, so think about that. How many of your attorneys are aiming to avoid me altogether? For the record, I didn’t ask for, agree to, or authorize any of this. Are y’all ready for more revealing receipts? Well, they’re coming to court with me. Like I said, win or lose, whatever comes up comes out and the paperwork is permanent. Personally, I wouldn’t want the world to wonder why I went so far to fuck up the future of a freedom fighter, especially if the dude didn’t do anything to me. But now, the damage is done and you dummies did it to yourselves. Anyhoo, congratulations to the bogus-ass Breakfast Club for fifteen years of unsolicited opinions, re-reporting the news, openly offending unapologetically, redundant rhetoric, cockamamie controversies, devolving discourse, shady scripts from sideline sources, annoying and alarming actions against me, lying and laughing about it, and much more. I hope it was fun while it lasted. Lil Mama, if you’re reading this, girl, you’re getting more beautiful by the rapid rate Charlamange’s hairline is receding. The shinier his shit gets, the more radiant your reflection. You have a fabulous face, honestly. But let me get back to bullying these bitch-ass bullies, boo. Motherfuckers, soon…
Omniscience