Are you easily enraged egomaniacs embarrassed enough to end your self-inflicted suffering? Don’t worry, I’ll stop as soon as I’m satisfied. About six or seven years ago, I went to Kroger for some snacks and saw someone who was a spot-on copy of Claressa Shields. The copy was a checkout clerk conducting the clearance of errors for self-checkout customers. She was approximately 5’9”, had colorful box braids, stood with a sturdy stance, and was a direct doppelgänger of the golden “GWOAT.” Claressa, was that actually you, and did the fuck-ass Feds fill you in prior to propositioning you to perform as a prop in their pitiful plot (allegedly)? Because I’m reasonable, rational, and rooted in reality, my reactions are rarely rageful. Still, stupid shit seldom sits right with me. And like I said, this sad and sadistic situation is the stupidest shit I’ve ever seen. Anyhoo, on Thursday, January 9, 2025 at about 12:40pm, again, I visited CVS with the sole intention of depositing a decent dollop of dough in my depleted account. I hadn’t communicated or confirmed a congregation with anyone—I wasn’t there to meet or mingle. When I arrived, I noticed a number of lingering and lollygagging amateur agents scattered around the scene. As I waited in line, unassumingly watching and wondering why the weak-ass weirdos were so deep that day, a feminine figure appeared in my peripheral, but I didn’t look over. I completed my mission and moseyed back to my humble Honda, not thinking anything other than, “those sorry sacks of shit sure suck at their jobs.” Like I said, before that, I’d watch part of a peculiar pretended prediction from one of the Feds’ triggering tarot readers that said, “You’ll meet someone as your ‘authentic’ self.” That was shortly after I’d published a post asserting that my authenticity is an admirable attribute. By the way, I don’t believe anything those tarot thots tell unless it’s proven true. Again, the particular person that the punk-ass police picked to be party to this puerile and petty farce is a female that I’d exchanged a few flirty but innocent interactions with. Still, I only occasionally consumed her content and almost never commented, yet I recognized that she resonated with my rhetoric because she regularly repeats and rewords my awesome arguments. Do you know what these miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers did? They schemed up a salacious scenario, suggesting that I’d conned and catfished a bitch that I’d never even had intimate, intense, or in-depth interactions with! Y’all, I’m pretty perturbed, I can’t cap. In an effort to see if I was being shunned or summoned by this suspicious speaker, I divulged my digits in her DMs—she never responded but still adamantly alluded to and continually copied me. In fact, she’s still doing it. Once more, our only obvious exchanges were from my blog posts and her social media Shorts or livestreams—which I almost never commented on. Sometime after the CVS visit, she went live again, following the Feds’ fuckery and foolishness with scripted subliminal slights and allusive attacks. I caught the live after it ended and commented, “So, you are an opp, huh?” Then, I blogged about the bullshit, boasting that I’m not one of those “passive pick-mes” from her comment section. Later, some of the messiness from the mess made it to an SNL skit. Y’all, I swear to your God this is all true! For clarity, the “feminine figure” from CVS was supposed to be the female that I’d faintly flirted with. Fast forward, and x-to-the-z Xzibit releases “Shut Yo Mouth,” which is one of dozens of diss tracks—(allegedly) allusively accosting me—that the Feds fronted facts and fictions for. In that song, the line, “You seen that message in your DM, but you never typed back. Then I caught you out in public, you weren’t really like that.”, is a nod to the nonsense nurtured by the nation’s nuttiest nutjobs’ nasty narrative. I know this because the context of the verse is directly derivative of discourse between me and the woman, in addition to being reminiscent of this really ridiculous situation in general. And I’m elaborating on this yet again because the crowned coon of the century and his clubhouse crew (allegedly) cruelly and callously collaborated with the country’s most crooked cops to allusively attack me, again, by saying this stupid shit. For the record, fuck people! And though I may be awkward at times, I’m more antipathetic to stupid-ass motherfuckers, but whatever. Are the pieces to the puzzle painting a picture for you yet? Miss, if you want the world to know who you are, you tell them. And stop crying, because you’re willfully working with the weak-ass weirdos, right? Soon…
Omniscience