To all the forgettable friends of famous folks who’re feverishly frolicking in the foreground, being foolish fiends for my attention, fuck off! Who the flock of flying flamingos fuck are y’all? And for the forefathers of this fuckery, you fuckers have failed your mission miserably. What part of this goofiness has gone your way? Just this one time, I’m willing to work with y’all to make your worries worse—even though you’re doing this to yourselves. And for the record, you can’t frustrate me, you’re just fueling my fire! In the last post, I mentioned how the meddling and manipulative government makes up much of the media and mentionable moments that many of us consume constantly. And with that comes comments—compliments and criticisms—that are concocted to create narratives and can control a culture’s consciousness. Again, why would your oppressors offer any opportunity for you to overthrow them or render them obsolete? Pay attention to the premise, because that question is pertinent to my point. As I was scrolling YouTube earlier, I saw the awesome and adorable Nyla Symone, so I clicked the video to catch her conversation with a crew of the culture’s crunkest clowns, or littest lames. Yeah, I said it! The video started, I swiped down so I could listen and continue scrolling, and just let the video play. When I initially clicked on the video, it had no comments. I listened about halfway through, saw something slightly more stimulating as I was scrolling, and started watching another video. However, I went back to the cool DJ’s casual convo when the other video completed. When I went back, there were two fake-ass comments that both had 34 likes, which clearly confirms that the CIA is continually monitoring my movements—online and off it—and are making a mockery of themselves while meaning to mess with my mind. Basically, the bot or bitch-ass agent-created comments suggest that content that doesn’t disrupt the natural order of oppression isn’t offensive or obstructive to said oppression’s omnipresence or on-going operations. I drew that deduction because deluding and directing me to destruction, or aiming to make me acquiesce and abide by authority, has been the punk-ass police’s primary focus for forever. Humble these nuts, hoes! I don’t mind being doubted when I can discern that I’m definitely not doing anything dishonest or dishonorable. Can you cuckoo clocks be counted on? No, you can’t! And your time is up. Even with the country’s choicest celebrities and its most crooked cops, you can’t convince me to conform. What the fuck did y’all expect to happen by trying your hardest to have me harm myself? You got all these poor people to participate in what’s probably the most substantial “suicide” mission in history. Once more, when y’all find out what these perverted psychos have been having you allude to, possibly promising you that the purposeful poking at and prying into of my past traumas is playful, you’re going to need thorough therapy. You’re also going to need a good-ass lawyer. Shit, y’all better call Saul, and “get yo’ ass up and hur’ up!” I want y’all to think about something. I’ve got to be the most rational and reasonable person that you’ve run across in recent memory, right? Why would I be going this hard if this “humiliation ritual” is helpful? How the fuck does this stupid shit even make sense to y’all? My mind is made up! Do you want to know the most fucked-up part about this foolish federal fiasco? It’s the fact that I can’t even contact cable news companies for an interview because they’re in on it, too. Don’t believe me? Just ask Ari Melber, who’s mimicked my mocking of modern mumbling media people (allegedly). Ari, don’t make me make a mockery of you mocking me, sir. I won’t upload the clips to confirm my claims because you’re a hardcore hip hop head and I like your show. Still, soon…
Omniscience