Misery must make everyone else’s exciting, enjoyable experiences torturous to miserable motherfuckers. I mean, happily hiding hatred and masking misery to make an innocent individual seem similar to you by allusively attacking and subliminally slighting them until their rightful reactions resemble random rage is next-level nuttiness. Speaking of resemblance, to the would-be doppelgänger of my daughter, if you’re reading this, your absolutely adorable face is one of the only pleasant parts of this crazy conspiracy—despite you dancing with devils. And even though your mock-up mom can sleep with the sharks swimming near her California cabana, I’ll continue to like your pretty pictures. Nevertheless, it’s still slightly strange, but I digress. Unfortunately, childish cowardice can come across as plain playfulness if objective observers don’t discern the distinctive, defining difference between hurtful harassment and harmless helpfulness. If indifferent, all the attention that the crazy-ass conspirators and co-conspirators are seemingly showing me may seem supportive and consistently cooperative. But indifference isn’t attentive or appreciative, is it? Indifference is insensitivity—lacking care, concern, and compassion. If I’m regularly, repetitively rejecting and resisting these inimical imbeciles’ insistent interfering, interrupting, intentionally injurious involvement in my life, and the mentally ill, miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers won’t stop stalking, surveilling, hating, harassing, annoying, alarming, or blatantly bothering me against my wishes, how the fuck is that harmless or helpful?! Too many mindless motherfuckers and a surplus of sheer stupidity eviscerates evolution. Like I stay strongly stating, fuck y’all, kill your motherfuckin’ selves, and I hope all y’all fuckin’ die! Get the fuck out of here! Yet, at this point, there’s nowhere to run to, baby. Anyhoo, I was watching “The Shield” on the treadmill again, it’s a stupendous show, and the character conveying a captain-turned-city councilman developed a deeply disturbing, freaky-ass fetish following a violent, victimizing violation. The captain was captured by abusive addicts before being assaulted in the worst way. Afterwards, he became a seriously sick sadist, first masturbating to a ravaging rape caught on camera and thereafter proudly paying a poor prostitute to fulfill his fucked-up fantasies. Said poor prostitute pretends that the sad sadist is assaulting her against her will in every encounter—events elicited by the manic man’s evil emasculation. “The Shield” is a raw, realistic reenactment of human hatred, and it’s a reminder of why the world will remain wicked, war-ridden, and worsening until it ends. Notwithstanding, the truth told by reminders of recurrent ridiculousness, amidst actual recurrent ridiculousness, ain’t gon’ stop me from politely putting people in their place—leading legitimately. So, whatever supposed secrets and concealed crimes you’re always alluding to, struggling and striving to scare me into submission, if I gave a fuck, I’d surely have smartly shut up some time ago. And decidedly dealing in deliberately deceptive deeds doesn’t do wonders for weak-ass weirdos or their wonky workers’ conviction and credibility. Co-opted Chappelle once comically commented that the convicted cocktail-spiking creeper, Cosby, “rapes but saves.” With that, the co-conspiring comedian seemingly suggested that being bad intermittently shouldn’t provoke permanent, perpetuated persecution. Some sinister simpletons suppose that they can fix frequent fuck-ups with infrequent inspirational instances. The fact of the matter is, you’re all “Aceveda!” You’re hurt, highly hateful humans trying to justify doing evil by exposing evils done, as if explaining evil’s existence makes it acceptable. But I’ve said the before, haven’t I? You violate and victimize vulnerable people because you enjoy evilness, then you explain evilness to everyone else, hoping that their basic belief that, “Life isn’t fair!”, “That’s the way the cookie crumbles!”, “What goes around, comes around!”, etc. triggers their own victim mentality. You weak-ass, stupid-ass motherfuckers! Because like the old saying goes, “Hurt people hurt people.” For the record, you won’t win! Not in court, and not in the cosmos. The universe is utterly disgusted with you demonic dunces. Your Honor, if I wasn’t me, and my wonderful writing wasn’t aggravatingly authentic, and I wasn’t highly honest, and the feces wasn’t frighteningly close to the fan, why would this be happening? This ain’t for clout, clicks, and comments—it’s for the future! And soon…
Omniscience