What’s goin’ on, y’all? I’m back with another prophetic word from God. God told me to tell y’all that if you are involved in the stupid-ass scandalous scheme to silence and suppress his sole, select soul saver (me), you shall suffer a life of shame and supreme shittiness. He also said that the term “shittiness” should be seen as a solid word and submitted into the dictionary as soon as possible. Do y’all recognize that religionists can really fabricate and falsify any fantastical, fairy-tale foolishness they want and, as long as they’re dishing it with conviction, naïve noobs will nibble on and regurgitate it religiously? Misinformation and manipulation are partners in crime, mutual acquaintances, and maybe even relatives in a sense, as they complement and often need each other to optimize either of their effectiveness. I’m sure that analogy resonates with a lot of you. Who likes being lied to? The true answer to that question might surprise you. In my opinion, as I’ve mentioned multiple times, many people lie to themselves the most. Subsequently, being forced to face facts frightens folks who fancy fictitious perspectives and fakeness. In other words, lies are like shade to those who live to evade the exposure accompanied by illumination. How much are you lying to yourself? Recently, a 12-foot statue representative of the confident and conservative natural, average black woman was erected in Manhattan, New York’s famous tourist location, Time Square. Consequently, countless critical, condemning, cry-baby-ass black women have taken to the internet to bleat and bitch about the statue’s modest and mediocre appearance—opposing and finding offense in the ordinariness of what’s intended to illustrate them. Y’all, with all the fat transfers, Brazilian butt lifts, wigs and weaves, Botox, boob jobs, liposuction, and fancy filters, I have a hard time believing that bitches are bold and brave enough to be bare and basic. I’m sorry, but that statue shows what a shitload of self-loathing sistas would surely look like if they didn’t soak in self-hatred until they’re too sad to proceed through life without surgical procedures. Shout-out to the itty-bitty titty committee, the big back brigade, and all the born bodied baddies. Diverging slightly, the worst thing that those weak-ass weirdos who work for the country’s wasteful investigation agencies could have done was demonstrate to me in detail how they manipulate minds by merely making up shit. You malevolent, mentally ill madness and mayhem-manufacturing motherfuckers! There’s literal “fake news” being broadened and broadcasted to beguile the blind, and I’ll do a breakdown in the next post. By the way, none of the terrible tactics and terrifying things that I’ve told y’all about have been terminated. The Feds are still disbursing details of my writing to their deceptive delegates before I publish posts, their celerity mouthpieces continue to cause me concern through allusive attacks that are based on my private life and personal information that I haven’t shared, my home is still being surveilled through hidden equipment that I can’t find, etc. I am currently seeking new legal counsel, and to all the law offices who may be reading this right now, this matter is urgent. The fuck-ass Feds have threatened—through their triggering tarot readers—that they’ll “block” any action that I intend to take against them and their funky-foot flunkies. So, please be persistent in your attempts to contact me. On another note, I’m not a rapper—I’m a revolutionary—so you nut-ass niggas can miss me with your nagging nonsense. If you’re eager to encourage me, educate the people on the evils that are itching to impair me. Y’all know what the fuck is going on, and I’ll never forget! And if one thing’s for certain, these pussies better praise the prophet ‘fore they pay the piper. The price’s a pretty penny and it’s gettin’ ugly, I can’t say nothin’ nicer. That’s one bar, and it’s all you get for free. And in the end, after you’ve been fucked, it’s better you than me…
Omniscience