Hey, you, blocking Beau’s blessings, you’re all idiots! Conspirators and co-conspirators lying like funny-acting, fibbing-ass Fat Joe shamelessly sharing silly stories surrounding stupid, spurious scenarios is absolutely about to make me forever famous. Joseph Cartagena, first, your real name’s nicer than the anatomy-accurate anonym you previously picked to represent you. So, consider changing it. Second, since proudly, publicly lying like dishonesty doesn’t denote disgracefulness is your primary pastime, tell the patient, passionate people that you supposedly speak for—so-called soldiers who’ve survived serious street shit—why you’re fucking with the Feds to fuck with my head. And don’t lie, Jumbo Joseph, because that’s what we know you for, so we’re always assuming you’re hardly honest. A lot of notable nonsensical niggas have played a part in the punk-ass police’s pitiful plot, which include gangs of “gangsta” guys. And from my furtive fact-finding, it surely seems that the Illuminati’s insignia-illustrating icon with the high hands knows much more than he may mention. You know, big bruh with the “B” and the hot honey. But back to the country’s most crooked cops’ chunkiest co-conspirator, Chubby Cartagena. Bruh, being dissed by one of Pun’s punishing poems probably could’ve made me record a response. But then again, it could’ve also made me lose lots of respect for one of my favorite rappers. Hiding hatred in culturally-accepted conflicts, like bickering beefs between dueling dudes who gossip and gab for the top spot on consumers’ “best bars” lists, likely seems genius to the goofy-ass government. But I’m not a fuckin’ rapper, retards! Your Honor, repeating as a reminder, candid communication is my only catharsis in this incessantly irritating, infuriating, crazy-ass conspiracy—which involves the authority agencies that I’m supposed to be able to ask for assistance. Again, the disgraced director from “Fuck Boys Incorporated,” Kash Patel, has conducted conferences and casual conversations where he’s allusively attacked and subliminally slighted me on numerous occasions. They find fuckery and foolishness funny, Your Honor. Personally, I’m an actual adult, a matured man, who seeks serenity. And do you know what the weak-ass weirdos won’t stop suggesting, Your Honor? It’s that my justifiable justice journey is why the punk-ass police and their partners in crime are purloining my peace. The co-conspirators’ clandestine, cryptic communication from their secret scripts suggestively states that I should stop resisting recurrent ridiculousness if I’m seeking serenity, as they’re petty, puerile, and prepared to proceed with punishing me if I don’t desist from publishing posts. Don’t forget, if you’re tired of me telling the truth, tell the truth! I mean, it’s not like you have a choice. Juicy Joe, tell these disrespectfully deceitful dummies that honesty helps humanity. Liars are like opportunities, as they’re typically temporary. Do you get it? If a clapped-out clock is correct twice a day, it’s because time ticks past previous, predictable times daily. If there’s a noon and midnight every noon and midnight, there’s truth in all things told, regardless if those things are factual or fictional. Because if the truth is known, and you’re known to never tell the truth, the truth is you’re a fuckin’ liar! Do you get it now? Who looks at a clapped-out clock that they know is inaccurate only at the time it’s stuck on just to talk about how accurate that time is? Objective observers, that’s how stupid these mentally ill, miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers and their malleable-minded minions will come across to you once you’re completely convinced by the truth! And I’m telling the truth, unlike Jiggly Joey, who sits on his popular podcast screaming out stupid-ass stories that his friends, the Feds, help him fabricate. What they’re doing is, they’re taking stories from my published posts, mixing information I’ve introduced with misleading messages or incorrect information—likely dishonestly declaring it was obtained through the (illegal and immoral) investigation of my past and present, skewing situations from my stories to make me look like a liar, defaming my character to co-conspirators so they don’t feel regret or remorse for fucking with my mind, and using lighthearted laughter to make my rightful reactions look like triggered tirades or offensive overreactions. They’re also having co-conspirators from the cover-up crew push positivity, just to make it seem like all the allusions are considerate and cooperative. But you’ve heard it all before, right? So, soon…
Omniscience