Your deliberate dishonesty deceives you, as lies lay the likelihood of leniency in life to rest, and deceit deteriorates critical circumstances and conspirators and co-conspirators’ credibility. Your honor, all these measly and miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers are lying! Approximately 18 years ago, I was in bed a bit bored just minutes before midnight, so I decided to Google nosy neighbors’ numbers and crank call their cribs. This was so long ago that I was using a talk and text app on my “iPod Touch.” Back in the day, if the word “touch” was in the technology’s true title, it was an indication that you paid a pretty penny for it and it was a flagship feature. Today, if your portable electronic devices ain’t got a touchscreen, what world do you live in? Anyhoo, I called a certain crib about three times total, staying silent as they answered and hung up. The final time I called said certain crib, a young lady politely picked up then said my name and followed it with, “We know it’s you!” Now, if you’re reading this, ma’am, how the fuck did you know? Coincidentally, I hadn’t even spoke to that neighbor at all at that time. In following and fucking with me forever, the Feds assure that agents are living and lurking in close proximity of me at all times. With that, nosy-ass neighbors not absolutely affiliated with authority agencies are appointed as narcs—weirdos who watch and tattle to the weak-ass weirdos working officially to offend and oppress me. Now, if I was a minor when these miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers began monitoring me and messing with my mind, what does that mean? Dishonesty, disrespect, disloyalty, and dysfunction have always been prominent problems among my ridiculous relatives. Not only are they absolutely aware of the atrocious, abominable actions perpetuated by the punk-ass police, they’ve participated! Why? Well, hateful hearts are hereditary, and envy and entitlement encourage egregious enmity. Those pathetic people had over 30 years of my forbearance and forgiveness, now it’s fuck y’all forever! So, the fuck-ass Feds scripting irritating and infuriating insults then taking over my timelines and alluding to the assumption that my aversion to antagonists is tentative and that time will assuage my annoyance at bullshit and betrayal is a wicked waste of the weak-ass weirdos’ work. Like I said, I ain’t told one lie on those liars, and it’s perfectly probable that they imagine the punk-ass police will protect them from their devastatingly diabolical deeds. But if you believe in God, I believe that he definitely disapproves of his devotees dabbling in devilishness. I’m open with so-called sensitive subjects because I’m of the opinion that mental healthiness is properly promoted by testaments to the fact that the truth sets folks free. I don’t care to have fake, fickle, faithless, flagrantly foul fools around me, at all. And ain’t shit that a stupid motherfucker can tell me about anything! Have you ever had a habit of holding back your happiness by trusting tradition or conferring credence to customs? The notion that nobody should neglect or negate normalcy is nonsensical, as it’s not onerous to notice that nonsense is made normal by common and continuous ignorance and idiocy. By the same token, intending to intentionally identify with ignorant and idiotic individuals is inimical, and in turn ignorant and idiotic. Unlearning unhealthy and unhelpful ideas is imperative if you’re in pursuit of progression. Moving on, rest in peace to the plethora of people passing as the cover-up of this crazy conspiracy captivates the country—or at least the humans it isn’t hidden from. Obviously, the day I surrender my smarts and sense of self-worth to anyone will be the day I succumb to someone else’s supreme stupidity, so seek serious help if you suppose that’s ever happening. Maybe “I don’t give a fuck!” isn’t the strongest statement or an effective enough expression to inform ignorant and idiotic individuals that I’m outright opposed to everything and everyone that they stand for and stand with, huh? Regardless, actions speak louder than words, right? Your honor, nothing that I’m doing even slightly suggests that I’m cool or cooperating with conspirators and co-conspirators. They’ve traditionalized torment—created a culture of customary conflict—and thought that they’d take my “Everybody’s Stupid” title and propensity for privacy and turn it into something sick and sinister. However, nah! And soon…
Omniscience