Children of God, y’all need your motherfuckin’ asses whooped—you and your daddy! People with the wrong ideas worsen the world and fuck up its future by furthering fallacies that fracture facts and fortify falsehoods. And the fact of the matter is, y’all are as dark and dim as the dickens and deeply delusional about it. Contradictions and careless misconceptions curse the church and confuse congregations to a clear point of constant condemnation caused by continuous corruption. Longing for the lord’s love and leadership amid and after living a life of long lapses in lightness is likely to lead one to Lucifer’s lair—deep in darkness and despair without a divine deity. But recognizing relentless repenting as a route to the reversal of regrettable repeated actions is ridiculous, right? Forever fucking up and feverishly praying for forgiveness is foolish, at least to me. And ain’t an affirmation around that acts as an about-face to bold-face bullshit that’s done deliberately despite the doer despising a destiny of dwelling in the Devil’s den. My point is, the Bible is a bunch of bologna based on the belief that being at one’s best is basically about bootlicking and brown-nosing after bad behavior. In my opinion, being better ain’t about bowing to a big boss after blunders and begging for their blessing, it’s about believing that your best is based on boosts in your betterment and that ain’t everybody’s business. I’m just tossing thoughts out there. Ceaselessly comparing your circumstances and choices to the concept of being Christ-like will drive you crazy—drive you to do devilish deeds. You’ll always fail to be flawless. And who the fuck is God to judge? That asshole abandoned all his problem children for perfect angels, and ain’t offering nothing but holy hope. Like I said, even if God was identified and incarnate—verified and visible—I wouldn’t respect his irresponsibility and impertinence. And if I don’t give a fuck about God, why would I give a fuck about you? None of you niggas are even as smart as me, let alone smarter. I don’t give a fuck about your age, accolades, affluence, or attitude, fuck what you’re talking about if it doesn’t make sense! Do you know what doesn’t make sense to me? It’s the idea that I’m not important enough to interrupt what’s important to everybody else… as I’m doing it. When mainstream music, movies, monologues, and motor-mouth motherfuckers on podcasts and seemingly every place on the planet prioritize the punk-ass police’s plan to patronize and potentially pacify me, I perceive it as proof of my power. For the record, it’s fuck y’all to infinity and beyond! I swear to y’all God I don’t give a fuck. And it would behoove the bitch-ass badge boys to banish the bozos and bimbos who blew this case, because it’s about to get bad! While I’m thinking about it, to the CVS chick with the nose ring, glasses, and big booty, is that a BBL? Also, I hope all y’all feel as deviant as you’ve made this disturbing and drastically deteriorating situation. Anyhoo, does anyone remember this email and this follow-up email that I sent to Ian Schwartzman to test a theory moments before this assumed agent crashed into my yard in an insane intimidation attempt? Well, shortly after insanity ensued, the Feds found a fellow who favors the micro manager and taught him tarot. Click here to see Ian’s deceitful doppelgänger. Y’all, these two-faced tarot readers ain’t coincidental copies of characters from my past and present, the Feds found these folks specifically to fuck with me, as it’s too many fools who look too much like folks to be a fluke. And some of these reminiscent replicas were just randomly selected, because many of the motherfuckers that the mimics mirror haven’t crossed my mind in many moons and I’ve never written about them. Just so everybody knows, these Lucifer-loving lunatics lie a lot for leverage, as misinformation is the mother of misunderstanding, humiliation is hard when honesty is heard, and intimidation is initiated by the incentive to avoid involvement in intense conflict. But I’ve been a solo soldier from the start, so it’s cool. And soon…
Omniscience