Having hazardous habits and horrible hobbies hasn’t helped anyone, ever. Pettiness and puerility plagues pathetic people who can’t circumvent complaining and comparing their empty existences to everyone else’s lives. In my opinion, happiness happens when fun and fulfillment don’t feel forced, when judgement doesn’t discourage or detract, and when individuality isn’t laborious or a liability. Undeniably, unhappiness happens when performative pretending takes precedence over flowing freely, when one feels obligated to exceed everyone’s expectations, and when happiness is defined by unrealistic ideals that one brainlessly believes are the greatest goals to accomplish. I pity the poor, pea-brained putzes who thought that they could take my place. Like, what the fuck?! That shit don’t even make no motherfuckin’ sense! Plus, not only are the conspirators and co-conspirators desperately dedicated to humiliating and humbling, they’re foolish enough to believe that my happiness is in their hands. Your honor, the only thing I’ve done to deserve the Devil’s diehard disciples’ dedication to destroying me is stay true to myself. These miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers are losing their minuscule minds because they can’t convince me of who I am or who I’m not. But who gives a fuck? Moving on, rest in peace to Nathan “DJ Slade” Smith, Lil Jon’s son, whose remains were recently recovered from a pond. When the initial announcement of the missing man’s status was reported, I kept seeing pictures of him posing with the peace sign—with the steady showing of said symbol being part of a predictable pattern in the crazy conspiracy that I’m sadly but surely at the center of. Again, for quite some time, I ended every post with “peace.” Additionally, the Feds fancy forwarding fake news and famous folks are their favorite flunkies. An adult male being “missing” could’ve been a misunderstanding maintained from mistakes and misinformation, and in this case, I wish it was. For the record, it ain’t me, it’s y’all! The goofy-ass games that you’re proudly playing, as you’re taking turns taunting and terrorizing me and hiding your hatred through allusive attacks and subliminal slights, are both unforgivable and unforgiving. If the so-called secret society—which is practically just “powerful” people pulling strings and exploiting their resources to manipulate outcomes—incentivizes you and initiates your involvement in an indisputable inequity, what’s your way out? If money matters more to you than peace of mind, what the fuck is the money for? This shit has got to be getting old to a lot of y’all—if it hasn’t already. Your honor, when I tell these stupid motherfuckers fuck them, to kill them motherfuckin’ selves, and that I hope they all fuckin’ die, it’s an expression of my factual feelings. Justice may be debatable, but freedom isn’t! The alternative to accosting adversaries is annihilating them, which isn’t always legal. As we’re currently in a constitutional crisis, exercising my rights regularly and repetitively feels righteous. And yes, you’re all still being sued—sued like a motherfucker! And as long as you’re keeping the fuckery and foolishness fresh, time is just a measurement of moments. I’m praying that my patience persists, though it’s dwindling daily. Your honor, I could suddenly snap soon, even with sanity and self-control being so near and dear to my soul. These are the most pitiful people I’ve ever encountered, they’re relentlessly retarded, and for reasons unbeknownst to me, they imagine that they should be respected. I guess these life-leeching lamebrains are accustomed to dictating other people’s decisions—manipulating minds and persuading people to feel ways that they wouldn’t feel without coercion. Well, that’s too bad, ain’t it? Being a better person is bound to bring hope and happiness to hateful humans with hazardous habits and horrible hobbies. Stop spending so much time trying to thwart me, cease the comical comparisons, wise up and get your motherfuckin’ minds right, figure out who the fuck you are, hush all the hating, and find the best attorney that your money can buy. Because soon…
Omniscience