Indeed, it’s up and it’s stuck! For the record, y’all can miss me with your detestable attempts to deflect and disassociate yourselves from your damnable deeds. Had your mission to make me mad and maniacal succeeded, I would have crashed out or checked out and nobody would’ve cared. But because I love myself sincerely, I refuse to let this sadistic shit slide! This “humiliation ritual” was never a joke or a prank. Y’all did a janky job as careless components of the Feds’ pathetic plot to make me harm myself or others. Anybody who reads this blog and believes that I’m an unreasonable or unstable person is unmistakably unintelligent. And the fact that y’all don’t think I’m smart enough to know that you’re losing clout and credibility as a consequence of being called out for clowning for and conspiring with the country’s most crooked cops lets me know how confused you really are. Again, if you were involved with this shit, I don’t fuck with you! Males and females included. Yes, “Lady Lecturer” and “Caramel Cutie,” fuck y’all, too! But I mean that respectfully, and shout-out to your parents. The OGs should understand my tenacity during this tough time. By the way, we all know how many women are checking for me. As a reminder, I’m ugly, so y’all should chill… unless you’re cool with that. Obviously, creating conditions reminiscent of rejection and ridicule was supposed to run me off and ruin my desire for success and stardom. To their credit, the Feds did their research, but I’ve been me my entire fuckin’ life. The fuck-ass fools have questioned a number of nosy-ass neighbors that I never talked to, old co-workers that I’ve casually conversed with, attractive women that I could’ve copulated with but didn’t care to, high school associates and old acquaintances, estranged relatives, etc., so they thought they knew me. To keep it simple, nobody knows me. But that’s how I like it, honestly. If you’re skeptical, I know why y’all don’t want to believe that I am who I say I am. It’s because I tell the truth, whether it’s terrible or terrific, without needing consolation or congratulations. It’s because I’m talented and “too good” to not be successful. It’s because I don’t care to prove anything that you can’t confirm. And it’s because you ultimately don’t understand me. Can consequential change come from anything common? One of the things that pisses me off but makes me laugh the most is motherfuckers making a mockery of themselves trying to take my thoughts and ideas to pass off as their own as dense dunces who don’t think like me. Why would you try to water down and warp MY wisdom?! To differentiate and disassociate myself from dummies, I would like to remind everyone that I genuinely fully support the LGBTQ+ community, and that will never change. Again, I only hate hateful and harmful people. Going back to the topic of change, ordinary people are unlikely to accomplish extraordinary things. And by “ordinary,” I mean orthodox. There’s nothing normal about me or my approach to accomplishing my goals. I’ll expound more about that another time, but let’s get back to this obsession thing. So, I may have mentioned this before, but the female federal agent who has been surveilling me is allegedly in love with me. She relays messages to tarot readers and sassy spokeswomen who allusively report that shit to me. Granted, these goofs are good at gaslighting, but I’m great at gathering details and gaining knowledge. Shout-out to the CVS chick with the glasses who tried to shoot her shot the last time I was in there, and the UPS chick who can barely keep her composure whenever I visit the store. The CVS chick might be an agent, though. Diverging slightly, be mindful of motherfuckers making up stories, like the lying-ass losers who tried to act like they didn’t know how to spell or properly pronounce beaucoup, as mockery is a method of misleading the masses. To reiterate, though some of my early interpretations may have been imprecise, I ain’t making up shit! Before I forget, salute to Julian—the Mexican male model.
If you’re good with grammar or an expert at English, you know that I used a couple words out of context in the last post. Admittedly, I was bating for bullshit, and boy did these goofy-ass guppies gobble it up. Larry, you’re old and you should retire along with the rest of your callous and contentious colleagues. I wonder how much joy the jolly jokester has experienced after being jacked for their job. A backfire is basically adverse action or ill intent that boomerangs back to the originator—it’s karma. The tarot readers tirelessly talk about karma, and sometimes suggest that negativity spewed by nasty naysayers and nappy-headed or no hair having-ass niggas is the universe’s payback for problems of the past. It’s insinuated in the readers’ readings that the sinister and sinful Feds feel like it’s fine for them to portray or take the place of God. And because I’ve survived their ungodly games, as their “witchcraft” didn’t work, they’re wondering what my weaknesses are. Nobody is naturally this mentally fortified, right? Do you think I’m a reincarnated god? Or maybe I’m an alien, huh? Nah, I’m just not y’all! This is a doppelganger of a superior that I scarcely saw while I was in the Army. If I’m not mistaken, her last name was Pryor—but I could be wrong. When attending the required weekend rallies, I remember being distant and drawn back as I reflected deeply on what I wanted to be my destiny. During that time, as I regularly sat alone and ruminated, I realized that I never wanted to be “normal” and most people would never be able to relate to that. Y’all, I don’t give a fuck! Do y’all understand what that means? And just to lightly let you in to my labyrinthine mind, like I’ve mentioned before, I’ve never had a suicidal thought in my life. There’s no way that I’d ever let y’all get away with the wicked work you’ve done. Only if y’all could get a peek of how pathetic I perceive you as from my perspective. Do you know how I know y’all are stupid? It’s because you think you have something to be proud of. Success to stupid people is surpassing others in popularity and material possessions. Of course, I know how important money is in this miserable motherfucker (Earth), and I’d like enough of it to show all the stupid successful people how ashamed they should be for perverting the pleasures of prosperity. Podcasters be like, “we talk so much, so many times a month, and people are so mean to us, y’all don’t know how difficult it is to stay motivated, and it’s such hard work gossiping about current events and discussing dumb shit.” Y’all sound like the bogus-ass, boring-ass, bullshitting bitches that you are. I don’t want my rants to be as repetitive as those screwed pooches, so let me move on. For real, how much of this shit is real? That nurse could have been an assassin or an attempted assault accuser, as far as I know. Y’all, these motherfuckers have been trying to set me up the whole time. They’ve had “Lady Lecturer” and “Caramel Cutie” allude to me, sometimes seductively, in horrible and half-assed attempts to have me harass those two big-headed broads. “Lady,” I like your new haircut. I’ve mentioned this before, but everywhere I go, some chick is throwing me the vibes. The Feds have witnessed this shit with their own eyes. I’m not a simp or a sucker, and I’d never put pussy on a pedestal. If you genuinely fuck with me, please understand that I’m not toxic or tough to get along with. But at this point, my tolerance for bullshit is nonexistent. I address these things as they’re perpetually presented to me through aggravating allusive attacks that I can’t ignore because they literally follow me everywhere. I’m not afraid of fame, I’m not ashamed of the truth, and I’m not avoiding change. The problem can never be that y’all need to grow the fuck up, mind your fucking business, and stop playing with people, right? It’s got to be that I need to lighten up, correct? Y’all, I’m dead-ass serious! Peace.