Violated, victimized, and villainized. Those are the first few words that I think of when wondering why weirdos would work so hard to weaken me, worsen my life, and wane my worth. Imagine imagining that courageous cowardice isn’t a contradiction, and that cowards can be crowned for creeping and crawling to circumvent the consequences of their own weak-ass works. A lot of y’all are going to hate me for the rest of your motherfuckin’ lives, but ain’t shit you can do about it! Like I said, fuck y’all, kill your motherfuckin’ selves, and I hope all y’all fuckin’ die! Why in the world would I hide my intense intolerance for intentional inhumanity? These petty, puerile, pusillanimous people are proud of themselves—feeling free of fault yet frustrated and furious for failing to force me out of my own mind. What’s the difference between who we are and who people perceive us as? Again, the popular perspective pretending that perception replaces reality insinuates that images initiated through imagination and individual interpretation are always accurate. If you believe that, you’re a fuckin’ fool! And it’s shit like that, the nonsensical notions normalized by dummies dominating domains as ignorance and ill intentions are concretized in the country’s careless culture, that supports the sustainment of stupidity. Good sense supersedes everyday experiences because many mindless motherfuckers make “mistakes” on purpose, and a blunder is only blameless when one was deliberately determined to act auspiciously and advantageously but unforeseen things thwarted their success. That’s relevant right now because bitches and bitch-ass niggas knew exactly what they were doing when allusively yet adamantly accosting me and acting to antagonize, annoy, and alarm me. Once again, if you’re tired of me telling the truth, tell me about it! Repetition isn’t redundant when retardation is recurrent, as the recognition of reality requires the reception of the right information. And if repeating what’s right is required for retards to receive necessitated notions, so be it. Losing your jobs should be the least of your worries. Resentfulness, remorselessness, relentlessness, and revengefulness are regular reactions for cowards, especially those that can’t complete whatever cruel and callous incidents they insisted on inflicting. And if anybody understands that, it’s judges and the justice system. Dishonesty and denying deliberate doings demonstrates a detachment from reality, one that implies empathy is absent. Domestic violence, deceitfulness, a bunch of beefs, causing guests to cry, tons of tough-talking, and a history of hatefulness plagues people that the punk-ass police chose to carry out this crazy conspiracy. Speaking of job loss, do you want to know how downright diabolical the fuck-ass Feds have gotten? On a scale of one to ten, as it pertains to problems that the punk-ass police have presented to me, this is about a three. Approximately twelve years ago, I went for a job interview at “Wally World,” wanting work to substitute some side hustles that I was seeking to shed. When I went in, looking spiffy while sporting a shirt and tie, another potential prospect strutted in and sat alongside me. He was dressed casually. Shortly after the other interviewee sat down, a gross, grey-haired geezer—a weird white male—waltzed in where we were waiting and walked right into the women’s restroom. That’s when my Spidey senses started tingling. I did the interview, being very prim, proper, and polite, but the two interviewers—a black female and white male—seemed very vitriolic, to say the least. Still, instead of giving me the old “Don’t call us, we’ll call you!”, they had me return to the waiting area as they interviewed the other candidate. If my interview lasted about fifteen minutes, his was only like eight. When he returned, we sat there for about thirty minutes, then the interviewers came, completely ignored me, and congratulated the other candidate. That’s not too bad, right? Just lessons in life, correct? Well, when I was about sixteen, at a different Walmart many miles away, I went in to fill out an application. This was back when they had those computers and you had to stand in the store and answer like 77 pages of the same stupid-ass questions over and over. As I was standing there, some blabbering bitch and her mouthy mom approached the machine and stood behind me. When they first got behind me, I was on like page eleven. So, I’m standing there, minding my motherfuckin’ business, and the blabbering bitch is like, and I’m paraphrasing, “Is he slow? What the fuck is wrong with him? He needs to hurry up!” Then, her mouthy mom was like, “He doesn’t need a job, he needs to take his ass back to school!” That shit went on for like twenty minutes, I ignored those stupid bitches, but I stopped answering the questions before I completed the application because the shit was stupid. Again, the stalking, surveilling, hatred, and harassment ain’t new to me! With that, the allusive attacks and subliminal slights of the co-conspirators is familiar. Happy New Year! Enjoy the festivities, relax and unwind. Because soon…
Omniscience