They’re exhibiting and exhausting extreme efforts to embarrass me, huh? Extra, I read energies, emotions, and expressions effortlessly, so I know when that wrongness and wickedness I mentioned is marinating in your minds. Are they saying that I’m sort of slow, or that I’m a charity case, or that my blood is boiling because I’m broke and busted, or that I’m hiding because I’m not handsome, or that I’m shy and stuck up, or that I’m a loser with lingering legal issues, and so on and so forth? Mainly, I’m minding my motherfuckin’ business. Like I’ve stated so many times, I’ve never had a suicidal thought in my life—ever. With that, I hope all the bashing, belittling, bad-mouthing, “biting,” betraying, besmirching, and bruiting of bogus bumf and bullshit makes you bitches, birdbrains, and biased bigots feel better about yourselves. Some of you shit show starters should do some soul-searching or seek professional psychological help. I don’t give a fuck about any of y’all, nothing that you’ve said or are saying means anything to me, I don’t care to meet anyone’s expectations, and it’s as simple as that. The irony in incessant insults and indecency that insulting and indecent idiots don’t interpret is that intentionally insisting on interrupting an individual’s deferential and decent demeanor demonstrates their determination to disrupt decency and deference. Anyhoo, what’s new? Wait, are y’all worn out by all the wrong and wicked work you’ve done while wishing to wear me out? Damn, don’t drain yourselves trying to drop me down in the dumps, because that’s dumb. So, if you’re ever interacting with someone who is suddenly sporting shades or stylish spectacles every time you see them, especially if they’ve never sported such accessories before, you might be being spied on. Y’all, no matter how many moments of mockery and manipulation that I mention, these people are never prompted to pick of the pieces and proceed to prey on persons who’re more prone to perish under pressure. What does freedom and not giving a fuck look like? Is it pretending to be perfect, or being pressed to impress others, or trying too hard, etc.? I’ll let y’all answer that question for yourselves. Moving on, after my sister passed, I believe that I experienced short stints of hypochondria. My heart was heavy, my head was hyperactive, and I was having a hard time, honestly. While focusing on forcing me to fumble or forget my future, do you know what the fuck-ass Feds did? Just guess, but it’ll come out in court. Imagine feeling like you’re fucking up someone’s life with foolishness, but the whole time you’re foolishly fucking yourself for life. To the pawns and puppets, do you know how I know y’all are stupid? It’s because it seems like the shit show starters have suggested to y’all that smiling or smirking while you’re slighting and snubbing shows that you aren’t serious about what you’re saying, and that shit makes sense to y’all! Am I supposed to be less offended because you’re ostensibly tickled by taunting and teasing me? What the fuck is wrong with y’all? It’s like they told y’all, “this prominent poet who is immensely intelligent and possibly perceives psychology on a professional level can’t comprehend the comedy in callousness and cruelty, so we need you all to help us try to destroy his confidence and drive him crazy.” Am I lava-hot or just lukewarm on that guess? So, y’all are having fun fucking with me for no reason and fostering the fuck-ass Feds’ fixation with flattening me!? If I were y’all, though I could never be that stupid, I would feel so fuckin’ stupid. When I think of y’all, I picture Pinocchio with his nose cut off, or Scar without the scar and the scowl, or the Wicked Witch masquerading as the Fairy Godmother—you know, disguised and delicately deceitful. I don’t want to be nothin’ like none of y’all! And none of y’all know what’s next…
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