If life’s like a big box of chocolate candies, what fantastic flavor does your super sweet life favor? Personally, mine switches, as it sometimes seems somewhat similar to the doubtlessly delicious caramel-filled chocolate candy, then it gradually goes toward the gross green-filled one. What the fuck flavor is that? And is it me, or is the cherry-filled chocolate candy way too sweet? It’s almost like they purposely put a dollop of diabetes in every cherry-filled chocolate. If life’s like a box of chocolates, the sweeter something seems, the unhealthier it likely is. For instance, consuming copious amounts of chocolate candies can cause diabetic difficulties. And all the same, sudden surprises—like biting into the unfortunately unfavorable flavors that are in all assorted big boxes of chocolate candies—are sure to shake stuff up without warning. Obviously, making shit make sense is my thing! And if you’re a stupid motherfucker, meaningfulness may not mean much to you. So, why do stupid motherfuckers have so much stupid shit to say so often? If meaningful matters matter less the stupider someone is, what matters most to stupid motherfuckers? It’s got to be stupid shit, right? Your Honor, Satan’s supreme sinners are serving surpluses of share-size stupidity that gullible grown folks are gathering together to gobble up without worry. Again, this is the stupidest shit I’ve ever seen, and it’s an especial experience—stupid shit that stupid motherfuckers are only doing to me. Why? Because hateful humans gon’ hate, that’s why. Well, touché, thick-witted twits, because I hate hateful motherfuckers—with a powerful passion! Can’t you tell? Anyhoo, shout-out to Shay Johnson and Scrappy, as they keep coming up on my totally taken-over timeline. I haven’t watched “Love and Hip Hop” in a long, long time. And something else that keeps popping up on my totally taken-over timeline is corny clips and absolutely annoying advertisements of “Love Island,” which is some silly shit that I’d never watch. However, Olandria, girl! Moving on, if chocolate candies can be doubtlessly delicious, is that an acceptable excuse for the ultimate unhealthiness and intentional irresponsibility of consciously consuming copious amounts? In my opinion, no. Nevertheless, I recognize that comfort can calm troubling times and unbearable uncertainty—and chocolate candies are admittedly comforting as fuck. And so is sweet potato pie, banana pudding, peach cobbler, and other sweet shit! By the way, I love banana pudding so much that the Feds found it funny to have commonplace content creators make banana pudding just to tack the videos to my totally taken-over timeline. One of them is a light-skinned lady with a big booty who constantly contributes content to this crazy conspiracy, and you know who you are. When said light-skinned lady ain’t creating cooking content, she’s reciting rehearsed rhetoric in really ridiculous “readings.” For the record, I make my own banana pudding. Because if you want something done right, do it your motherfuckin’ self, right? First, fuck a bitch! Not because I’m a player pimp with overwhelming options and a misogynistic mindset, but because I’m not normal by nature. And normally, everybody’s stupid—with women being constant contributors! But if I’m wrong, prove it. How many smart-stupid motherfuckers does it take to cover up a crazy conspiracy centered on someone that “nobody knows?” Your Honor, even after years of me showing up and telling on the conspirators and co-conspirators, still, they’re stupid! And they stay stupid, like stupidity is smart. What’s wrong with y’all, man? Damn! Repeating as a reminder, everybody’s getting sued! I’m sure agreements are already arranged and awaiting my major move, as if they’re not, you’re super stupid! Just so y’all know, ain’t no covering this up! You definitely did it and you’ll deservingly deal with it, because that’s what liberty and justice are for—fair fights and worthy wins! Like I said, the sickening source of the idiocy-inducing infection that plagues the People will be entirely eradicated. Because soon…
Omniscience