Pink and peace signs is a pretty common theme in the punk-ass police’s premeditated plan to play with my psyche until I go psycho. Again, fuchsia is my favorite color, and silence and serenity are my solace. Of course, fuchsia is a variation of pink, and serenity is a synonym for peace. At this point, my name is synonymous with pink and peace. I can’t be a narcissist for noticing the numerous simulated and spurious signs of support that the sadistic Satanists are selecting for some of you ostensibly oblivious observers and objectors to display. For the record, my mind can’t be manipulated, you miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers. Now, if you’re ready for a revolution, please rush to put the word out! The Feds are fighting to “fake the funk” by manipulating folks and convincing the fools to foster and forward a false narrative about a fictitious fantasy of making me famous and fortunate to cover up their foiled foul and fucked up mission to force me to fold and forfeit my future. Their premeditated plan was poorly performed, their pitiful plot was pathetically perpetrated, and I’m about to permanently put them in their place. In an attempt to make me believe that I’m unneeded, they’re recruiting clowns to copy me and counterfeit my consciousness and creativity to make me look like the copycat and crush my credibility. While trying to make me feel unwanted, they’re having happy-go-lucky and heedless women—some that I’ve asserted are attractive—hate on me and be harsh while making fun of my feelings about the fuckery and foolishness that they’re a part of. Bad-mouthing bitches, be gone! Honestly, I don’t remember what I said about some of y’all, but at a point I was just saying shit to keep the buzz bustling. Shit, if these haters have a hard-on for humiliating me, all publicity is good publicity—especially in an effort to expose the egregious evilness being exhibited by everybody’s favorite famous folks who’ve been furtively fuckin’ with the Feds. Anyhoo, another one of the punk-ass police’s predictable patterns is putting pictures of people in proud and passionate partnerships on my timeline, and I guess I’m supposed to be spiteful and surging with jealousy or something. Shout-out to all the niggas fornicating with the females that are famously fine. Like rapper Rasheeda, who didn’t show up on my timeline with Kirk, but in another peace sign pic from 11Alive. Coincidence or conspiracy? Y’all be the judge. Speaking of the country most crooked cops’ clear conspiracy against me, why do y’all think people aren’t saying my name? I mean, it’s no secret that I’m a top topic of discussion everywhere that everybody who’s anybody is around. It couldn’t be just because I’m not on social media, right? If I didn’t want any of this information in the public, I wouldn’t publicize it. If I were scared of the spotlight, I would’ve stopped publishing posts when the bitch-ass badge boys began threatening, tormenting, and terrorizing me. If I didn’t want anyone to know my name, it wouldn’t be at the top of my website—big as fuck! Ain’t no motherfuckin’ excuse for this shit, man. Other than the fact that folks are frantically frightened by the thought of the truth being told. Still, what are those sickos and shitty-dick sissies saying? By the way, once more, I fully support the LGBTQ+ community, but these fuckers are the true fags. Are they saying that this is all a part of the game? So, everybody famous has had hidden cameras placed in their home, have been harassed by celebrities who communicate with cops to choreograph creepy allusive attacks designed to drive them crazy, are tracked and tailed everywhere they go, have all their stories stolen and made viral to keep them from succeeding, have rumors spread that they’re dishonest and deranged so nobody believes their honesty, etc.? What the fuck does fame have to do with the fuck-ass Feds following me for half my… who knows how fuckin’ long and lying about it as they try to ruin my life? Soon…
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