“I can’t fool myself, I don’t want nobody else to ever love me! You are my shining star, my guiding light, my love fantasy! There’s not a minute, hour, day, or night that I don’t love you! You’re at the top of my list ‘cause I’m always thinking of you!” Who or what was Luther loving in those lovely lyrics? Seemingly, God gives his biggest believers tons of talent to send them to Satan’s showcase—highly weird Hollywood—for fame and fortune, that typically turns to misery and misfortune which makes many music and movie-making minds misfire and malfunction for prolonged periods of time, all for those big believers to popularize praising said God! Perception plays a pivotal part in people’s individual interpretations of everything, right? In my opinion, Luther was loving life in those lovely lyrics—God, the Sun, himself, everyday experiences, someone significant, anything awesome, etc. Which queues the query, who or what do you love the most? Personally, when I think of something or someone significant, I come to my mind more than anything or anyone else. Some may see self-significance as sad—mostly because I don’t fuck with fake-ass, foolish folks and most motherfuckers are fake and foolish as fuck—but I’d bet big bucks that those people don’t ultimately understand what love truly is. No, I won’t write an eloquent essay about life and love for some stupid-ass swagger-jacker to take to TikTok and have the bitch-ass badge boys’ bots boost the copied content. Instead, I’ll remind the regular readers that the crazy conspiracy centered on me comprises cover-ups. And that’s really relevant right now because me basically believing in myself like Bible-bearers believe in their divine deity is what makes me a Lord-like leader. What I’m saying is, what if this perishable planet’s present most “powerful” people—the so-called secret society—are so scared of what will happen when the truth is told that they’re trying to cover up this crazy conspiracy to circumvent the brunt of Bible-bearers’ best believing? What wouldn’t God’s biggest believers do for their “Father?” Shit, if they’d take to a town that typically, traditionally tears sweet souls to shreds just to give eager entertainment-seekers the good gospel, and they’d strap improvised explosives to their brave bodies after deeming death and destruction by detonation a divine deity’s dream for their lovable lives, and they’d pay preachers and pastors their last pennies while praying for biblical blessings, they’d definitely go above and beyond in the holiest head honcho’s honor. Diverging slightly, do you believe that extraterrestrials exist? Because if you don’t, you’re a damned dummy, and damned dummies are the darkest demons, and dark demons don’t discern that Heaven most likely exists elsewhere if Hell is here. So, if Heaven ain’t here, and God’s home is historically held to be hella high up in the heavens, then God must be an extraterrestrial ethereal entity who can travel through several solar systems—and who is possibly waiting for this war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, worsening world’s worst and weakest to wise up. Again, what if you don’t deserve to be in a divine deity’s presence? What if mankind making Hell more like Heaven is what will get God giddy enough to come chat and chill? What if time’s a test to tell how long severe stupidity will plague these pitiable people on this perishable planet? What if I, Beau Amoureux—Christ’s chosen champion—was specifically selected by someone significant to help humanity make a monumental move toward higher heights? What if the sky’s not the limit? If there’s much more to life than the things that temporarily distract people from perpetuated problems, what is it? For the record, the entire entertainment industry is merely a money-making method of disseminating distractions. And those distractions are designed to convince the collective of content consumers that “everything’s gonna be alright.” Because as long as mainstream media and commonplace content are made with meaningful messages in mind, and as long as people are properly praising, God’s extraterrestrial essence will exist eternally. Right? “And the beat goes on… just like my love—everlasting. And the beat goes on… still moving strong—on and on.” Have a heart, hateful humans. Because soon…
Omniscience