First, fuck the Feds and every fragile and funny-acting fucker who follows their fucked-up formulas! Second, if you’ve deduced that Diddy dragged out his dirty deeds for decades—being deplorable and dancing as the Devil—without the Feds detecting the deceit, destruction, and debauchery decades before they disgraced him, you’re dumb. Ain’t no way in heaven freaky-ass federal agents were never frolicking and literally fucking around at a few of the freak-offs. In fact, I’d go so far as to allege that the only reason the loving “Love” was locked up and lambasted amid a proverbial public lynching is because his deal with the real devils expired. That, or the undercover agents they sent in saw enough to successfully seal the so-called Satanist’s fate. True, those are technically theories, but I’ve been through the thick of it with those tyrants. Y’all, ain’t no secrets with these warped and weird meddling motherfuckers. When I tell y’all that something is definitely demonstrably wrong with these deranged dingbats, don’t dismiss my discernment! I say this a lot in what’s supposed to be the privacy of my own home, but I hope every single antagonistic, airheaded, appalling agent involved with this indisputable injustice incurs irreversible injuries—be they physical or psychological—as soon as possible. Ah, the beauty of free speech. Kick the bucket, take a dirt nap, visit “the upper room,” go with God, please! Fuck outta here! In reality, reliably “real” people are rare relative to the retards and reprobates who haughtily hold themselves in high regard and hope that others honor them. Personally, I perceive most people as pitiful and perfectly forgettable. Do you know how I know y’all are stupid as fuck? It’s because for the past year—at a minimum—all of your content has been centered around me, but my concerns and concentration have never shifted. In other words, I’m just as focused on me as everybody else—if not more. And do you know what my primary priority is? It’s making all y’all look and feel as stupid as you are. Anyhoo, Glorilla is no longer part of the gang, and that’s a shame. If you know, you know. Glo, if you see this, what’s happenin’?! Also, I caught all that little slick shit y’all had shawty say. What do y’all think this silly-ass, stupid-ass, sucker-ass shit is supposed to mean to me? Recently, the tarot readers have been propounding that all the purposeful pain and pique that the punk-ass police have pushed on me was meant to make me more powerful. Word? I was me before you bitter, beastly, backbiting bitches blanked out my constitutional rights while believing you could break me. Again, ain’t nobody with a brain buying y’all bullshit! Like I mentioned before, I never went searching for tarot readings or religious speeches, they just began popping up on my timeline—with many of the creators being doppelgangers of people from my past and others linked to me via the blog and my come-up. I’m irreligious, which means I don’t believe in God or the Devil, and I for damn sure don’t believe in psychics. Although, the accuracy of my intuition does scare the fuck out of me sometimes. But back to Diddy, I haven’t been following the tumultuous trial thoroughly, yet my intuition is telling me that bopping, boy butt loving, bootyhole busting defendant may be exonerated. Moreover, y’all need to give Loren LoRosa a raise. Still, I hope your show gets cancelled when this is all said and done, if I’m being honest. To reiterate, all y’all had to do was shut the fuck up. But no… How many times do y’all think something like this has happened? Y’all know the CIA has scoured the Earth in search of another me, to no avail, right? I’m the only me alive! Which means that all the other potential prophecy fulfillers have fallen or been forced to forget their futures. After all this, if y’all think I’m about to go drive trucks or load trailers, you’ve finally lost your lock-picking minds. I’ll be a broke boss before I break my back to barely bank bucks. I’m prepared to do whatever it takes, please understand that. Y’all did this! And to think that I was supposed to believe that the blog “ain’t working”…
Omniscience