Michelle Melendez was a dope DJ who went by the notable name “Lady Chellez.” And according to career co-conspirators, she was a family-like friend of the lovely Laura Stylez. I send my complete condolences to all affected by the clear cowardice of every celebrity and commonplace co-conspirator cooperatively collaborating with the country’s chief conspirators. Saying that I wouldn’t wish death on devils who don’t deserve to exist would definitely be disingenuous. In fact, fuck y’all, kill your motherfuckin’ selves, and I hope all y’all fuckin’ die! That includes all females and feminine fellows who’re fucking with the Feds or cashing checks and collecting cash from conspirators and co-conspirators. Man, all y’all are pure pussy to me, whole hoes! Anyhoo, what makes mentally ill, miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers think that they matter? If importance indicates the consequentiality and criticality of someone or something, can individuals dictate or determine their importance in others’ lives? In my opinion, no. If I don’t give a fraction of a fuck about feeble-minded, foolish folks who’re void of viability with the value of dog dookie who don’t mean diddly or dick to me, fuck ‘em—stupid-ass motherfuckers! You’re only as significant as the subject that you’re suggesting should see you as strikingly salient says! Dictation doesn’t work without worth or worry, as only acceptance from respect or acquiescence from rejecting resistance provides power to dictating doofuses. They thought that they’d take over my shit, theoretically interrupting my immense intelligence and invalidating my ineradicable influence, if I didn’t allow them to dictate my destiny. You clearly can’t control yourselves, but controlling circumstances with immoral intimidation and mounds of money makes up for it, huh? Do you know how you can help me? By dying—drowning, doing dangerous dosages of drugs, deep-throating a double barrel, drinking Drano, daydreaming while driving, diving deep down into water while wearing weights, etc. Your Honor, where in this whole wide world is there helpfulness in hatefulness and hidden hints bragging of blackballing, blacklisting, and blackmailing? If I’m telling these totally triggered thick-witted thugs, thieves, and terrorists—time and time again—that they should seriously contemplate concluding their empty existences, why would they think that’s discernibly disingenuous? Bitches, this terrible thing that you stupidly started and ridiculously refuse to retire from ain’t going the way you thought because you were wildly wrong when utterly underestimating me and offensively, outrageously overestimating yourselves. You’re highly hateful, half-witted humans who can’t comprehend simple shit because your insight is impeded by involuntary ignorance that’s caused by your congenitally capped cognitive capacity. Y’all can’t think past pigeonholed perspectives because being dumb is your default. Remember, don’t shoot the messenger, shoot yourselves! Moving on, I was swiping on TikTok the other day, and some goofy-ass guy who looks a little like Jerrod Carmichael popped up, and he was reciting regularly regurgitated rhetoric about ascending above all distractions. This particular point is made so much, always voiced verbatim without variation, that I was instantly irked by it. And in skimming through some of the talker’s completely common content, it became clear that he’s a co-conspirator who is boosted by bots. A lot of these content-creating conversationalists, the inspirational influencers, are talentless thieves that thrive on attention. They’re the copycatting clowns who steal smarter people’s shit and call it “studying.” My niggas, y’all aint it! Malcolm and Martin weren’t martyrs, they were murdered. And that’s relevant right now because plenty of purported preachers and prophets thought that they deserved to die in those people’s place—having the heart to hate heavily and the courage to chase change without the wisdom or wherewithal to gain greatness. Likes, follows, views, comments, etc. are often brought by boredom—people plainly passing time. And when the bitch-ass badge boys are backing bullshit and boosting it with bots, situations seem sweeter that they actually are. Personally, I don’t want to be you niggas or be like you niggas, or even mimic masters like Malcolm and Martin. The distinctive, defining difference between me and mockery-making mimickers is, I’m a true thinker and they’re thought-takers. That’s why you’re working with the weak-ass weirdos and I’m warring with them! You’re fans, not forerunners. And soon…
Omniscience