Putting on pink in a pretense to promote the push for my prosperity as you participate in and perpetuate a pitiful plot against me is as pitiful as the plot. Like, what the fuck is that, bipolar bipartisanship? Contradictions can’t be confirmations, as uncertainties aren’t certain. So, suck my dick and kiss my ass if you’ve sided against the fight for freedom. Better yet, kill your motherfuckin’ selves if you’re in opposition to opposing oppression, especially if you’re open to and an opportunist for your own oppressors. To the crazed, conniving, and cryptic contracted card readers conducting the country’s most crooked cops’ chaotic and confusing mind mincing madness, fuck y’all! How many suffering souls have you siphoned with those satanic shuffles and sinister spreads as you devilishly deceive with “downloads” received from Satan’s sack sniffers? However, a handful of y’all are hot. And as you may have heard, it’s been a minute for me. Yet, if you’re fucking with my foes, you’re food. With that in mind, why is outrageous Olivia still stealing my story, and where’s the woman’s kids? Y’all better be paying that poor pretender a pretty penny. Anyhoo, Styles P, I apologize if my aggressive approach and encouraging my endlessly evil enemies to end their lives strikes a soft spot for you and your wonderful wife, may your darling daughter rest in peace. And I continue those concerns and condolences for the outside objective observers of this vexatious vendetta. Nonetheless, nobody nestling next to the nation’s nuttiest nutjobs gets my good graces. If you’re working with the weak-ass weirdos, I wish you the worst! Speaking of “Soft Spot,” there’s significance in the desire to discredit me while doing me dirty and dealing dishonesty as if honesty isn’t honorable. Y’all, I spurn social media and I’m supposedly “soft,” “silent,” and “scared of success,” but the bitch-ass badge boys are basically breaking the bank and busting their butts to ban me. Why? So, all this is happening because I’m a “homosexual” and a “hater” who harasses popular people by publishing posts on my personal blog that “nobody” reads? All that, and the nigga with a number of keys is copying my conversations on Sway, shooting at me and shit under the command of the country’s most crooked cops, because I’m “inauthentic” and “delusional?” Sway, you got the answers on this one, bruh, so tell the truth! Text or talk to the headwrap having homie and ask him how many guests got up there on goofy shit. If you’re wondering what I’m waiting on, just wait for it. And trust me, it’s irrefutably inexorable. “Stupid is as stupid does” is a saying summarizing that one inevitably embodies the efforts that they exude. Essentially, everyone exemplifies their attempts and achievements. And unfortunately for some, their successes solely stem from stupidity. Again, success is simply the achievement of an aim. And one aiming to accomplish the advancement of atrocities and abominations to aid antipathy to and antagonize an adversary is achievable. Still, it’s stupid if they’re starting shit while supposing that it’ll stop whenever they say so. That’s why they say, “If you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.” As aiming to annihilate an adversary for antagonizing and having animosity towards you is also achievable. What are the asinine assholes in authority aiming to achieve here? Well, the allusive attacks and subliminal slights were initially intended to incite insanity, as they’re tirelessly trying to trigger suicidal and homicidal thoughts within me, and said punishing psychological torture tactics were never meant to be made public knowledge. Like I said, even if the excuse was that I’m being haunted, humiliated, hazed, heckled, and hated to help acclimate me to attention and familiarize me with fame, never noting my name to negate my notoriety after I survived a sad and sadistic sacrifice attempt—proving my mental fortitude—is a good giveaway that the concealment of this craziness is a cover-up. Additionally, ruining my reputation, blackballing and blacklisting me, blocking my blessings, discouraging and discontenting me, and yadda yadda yadda accompanies aiming to axe me. Please, proceed with playing yourselves, as it’s my pleasure. And soon…
Omniscience