The government be going gangbusters when illegally gathering information to indoctrinate, intimidate, or incriminate knowledgeable but somehow steadily unsuspecting targets. Yes, your internet-connected electronics are secret surveillance devices. No, none of you have or are experiencing the stupid shit that I’m sadly subjected to. Cool, keep showing me this lovely little lookalike of Jess as I swipe and scroll social media. And of course, Latto and Gizelle Bryant could really be related. Plus, wow, everyone has a zodiac sign. But does finding fakes and favoring faces of a few famous folks have anything to do with you discovering and delegating dozens of deceitful doppelgängers of particular people from my past and present to taunt, tease, and try to trigger me through tarot? Y’all, not only do the deceptive doppelgängers divulge details from intimate interactions through allusive attacks and subliminal slights, meaning they mention matters that only I and the stalking spies supplying the specifics would know, they also sometimes reply to reactions in real-time. I’ve noted how I once blurted aloud while alone after an absurd assertion from a livestreaming tarot reader just for her to race to respond as if she could hear me. To repeat, there are CIA cameras in my crib that the country’s most crooked cops use to play on my psyche. There’s no doubt that the average person would surely struggle to survive this level of psychological torture. By the way, all that shit about China controlling content on TikTok is cap, as all I see when swiping is shit that the Feds sent to my screen—chiefly chicks chosen to catch my attention through allusive actions. Again, narcissism is a diagnosable disorder, and having random regular-degulars in addition to countless celebs allude to me—hoping that I highlight the happenings at a high volume—is a tactic to make many question my sanity. For the record, all the agents and acolytes associated with these abominable acts against autonomy, who work to wreak havoc and wreck homes with wickedness, and who toil to traumatize and trigger tragic times in the lives of targets, should fuckin’ die! Simulating stressful situations with the mind to make a motherfucker as miserable as you is pathetic and proves that you’re a petty, puerile, piece of shit person. Be honest, don’t I sound like the last intelligent individual in the world that a mass of mindless motherfuckers should be worried about? So, why the fuck are these weak-ass weirdos and their delicate disciples so hyper-focused on me? Like I said, the Feds are the finest and foremost suspects findable, as they’re predators who publicly and proudly prey on passivity and powerlessness—in addition to creating chaos and confusion that crumbles people’s craniums. And it’s evident that everyone is fucked when we need authorities for authority agencies and ain’t none around. Once again, kill your motherfuckin’ selves, stupid-ass motherfuckers! Now, Leslie Jones and Jon Stewart (allegedly), do I have to clip you clowns up and break down how you pawns are practically puppets for the punk-ass police and the sadistic Satanists? What, are you going to blame the writers for the wrong you’ve deliberately and dutifully done? What else, do you think loopholes and leniency in the law will let you loose from this noose? Y’all don’t know how done decent dudes and dudettes are with dumb shit, huh? I feel for the fed up folks of the world—the ones without the world as their ouster. Moving on, these nothing-ass, nobody-ass niggas (allegedly) were going hard for the homeland’s heavy-handed hoes and homos a few months ago. I just want everybody to know that nobody’s exempt. And the only reason I watched a few minutes of y’all boring asses is because bullshit had taken over my timeline, as the Feds have been forcing their fuckery and foolishness on me. Unfortunately, weirdness wins when the weary ain’t willing to war for what’s right, but I’d be worried if I were a weak-ass weirdo. Can you guess why? It’s because I ain’t weary! “No one man should have all this power!” Corniness comes and goes with me, and sometimes I’m consciously cringe. And if my cockiness causes you concern, get used to it. Because soon…
Omniscience