Dee Dee “Double Ds” Davis (allegedly), fakeness is foolish, but actresses be acting, so I guess faking is for famous fakers, huh? Speaking of boobs, “Mona Love” (allegedly), your areolas are black as a bitch. With “dirty, doo-doo dogs” in mind, shout-out to Kelly Price for calling out the contradictions in colored people’s concerns pertaining to the culture and the faulty future of niggas’ continuance as a community if fuckery doesn’t fade. Also, Camille Winbush, I’m a fan of your chocolateness, miss! So, sometimes I type things, erase them and never express them, but the bitch-ass badge boys go back and snitch to the specific subjects of the withdrawn words. Once more, all of my computer tech has been compromised, my home is being surveilled through spy cameras, the fuck-ass Feds have been following and fucking with me forever, and the cowards cry and go crazy every time I circumvent crashing out as they continuously toil to trigger me into tirades or terrorism. I’m confident that they’ve communicated something to Camille because she’s been posing in pink and with the peace sign in plenty of her pictures. Again, I can’t be a narcissist for noticing the numerous predictable patterns that the giddy government goofballs are going all out to gaslight me with. Obviously, I’m aware of what attracts intrigued individuals. I’ve watched Melyssa Ford (allegedly) blush a bunch of times as assholes alluded to me. And the miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers who mean to maim my mind and fuck-up my future might have made Mel and others mention things that they may not mean. Still, it’s fuck y’all. Then, there’s Porsha Williams (allegedly), Tracie Ellis Ross (allegedly), K. Michelle (allegedly), and many more fantastic females who the Feds have selected to subliminally suggest that they see my star power and super potential. Ladies, a lot of y’all are going to be disappointed, because I don’t care to fulfill anyone’s fantasies. I’m a mindful man on a mission—not a hopeless romantic, or a depressed and desperate dude, or a dummy disguising myself as distinguished, or a simp and a sucker, or a codependent clown, or a measly-ass mama’s boy, etc. Be honest, do y’all honor honesty? I could tell you tons of things that would turn off an unintelligent, unrealistic, and ultimately undesirable bad-mouthing bitch. But those same statements would solidify my smarts, sensibility, and sagacity with an intelligent, interpretive, and intentional wise woman. Anyhoo, are y’all ready for more allegations that accurately align with this crazy, criminal, cruel, callous, and cold-hearted conspiracy? I once tweeted to Lynn Toler that her husband was “immensely lucky,” and she replied—saying something that suggests he’d had his hands full with her. Well, the jovial “Divorce Court” judge lost her husband late in 2022, days before Christmas—may he rest in peace. Of course, the tweet took place sometime before her person’s passing. But, as the predictable patterns have been predictably playing out, till this day, Toler pops up on my timeline time after time. No cause of death was reported after the lucky lad’s demise. At this point, y’all should recognize that I’m reasonably respectful, and that I have no malicious intentions or ulterior motives when informing inquirers about the terrible tactics that the tender tyrants use to terrorize and torment their targets. And these petty-ass, passive-aggressive-ass, punk-ass people have been prompting their partners in crime—tarot readers, talking religionists, and total retards—to project their pusillanimity on to me. Man… suck my dick, you bitch-ass, basic-ass, bogus-ass, hoe-ass, hatin’-ass, lyin’-ass, loser-ass, should kill your motherfuckin’ selves-ass motherfuckers! You’re not happy humans, and you’re so hateful because you hate yourselves too much to hope that other humans have happiness. A feeble-minded fool’s foremost fear is feeling alone, abandoned, ostracized, and outcast. For y’all, validation is verification that aching for acceptance and approval is appropriate, despite the prominent problems that people-pleasing presents—from the suffering of succumbing to peer pressure to the results and repercussions of running with reprobates and reprehensible idiots. We’re not the same! That’s why you hoes hate me, huh? Well, you should’ve been students instead of stupid motherfuckers, because soon…
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