Fake fighting, seemingly simulated shootings, kooky kidnappings, rappers remaining relentlessly retarded, weak-ass weirdos working with wonky women and woman-esque wimps, wrathful warring around the whole wide world without worthy causes and for the wrong reasons, politicians pussyfooting, pacing, and pouting instead of doing what needs to be done, etc. Yep, this is still reality on Earth! Where’s the “Bad and Boujee” bitches-loving boy’s war wounds? Show the shot, sir, or I’ll be forced to forward the facts about your liquor lady’s spurious scenarios—counterfeit court cases, scripted skits, pretended posts, and much more. Y’all, as niggas note, they’re doing their big one with this one! This shit literally don’t make no motherfuckin’ sense. And somebody, somewhere is laughing like a lunatic at this broadly broadcasted bullshit that y’all happily have hands in. Anyhoo, since there’s nothing new, I’ll continue collecting these countable yet countless evidentiary exhibits for court. So, Jacque and Joy-Anne joined the jesters and jezebels just to be correlating co-conspirators caught collaborating with the country’s chief conspirators and most crooked cops, huh? How’s the job, Joy? Do you know how I know y’all are stupid? It’s because you’ve become what you berate, beat down, bad-mouth, and belittle—willfully, without worry—but you believe that Beau’s the bad guy. Jacque, back in your BET days with the pretty pixie and bangin’ bob, you were a vibrant, vivacious vibe. Honestly, I dig the poofy, puffed natural hair and big bangles, too. Still, nah! What’s wrong with y’all? Pitiable people, the allusive assertions and subliminal statements that you’re repetitively remarking are only pop culture references because they’re referring to the “deception campaign” and crazy conspiracy centered on me. Should I reword that for clarity? The indirect insults and sneaky slights, meaning the allusive attacks associated to me and my present predicament by the continual citation of cracks and criticisms cemented by the conspirators, that the collective of co-conspirators ceaselessly convey are provably penned by the same person or people supplying scripts to said collective of co-conspirators. That’s an obvious oversimplification, which y’all probably don’t understand either. So, in other words, all y’all are saying the same stupid shit, as the conspirators will likely liken their invariable instructed dialogue to the repetitive rhetoric, regurgitated references, popular phrases, and hackneyed harangues of the country’s culture when explaining their endless evilness in proper proceedings. Giving a little inside information, that “email” thing in several scripted scenarios refers to a draft that I never sent to someone significant in the so-called secret society’s shit show, where I was requesting recompense in exchange for me showing those lamebrains light leniency in the aforementioned proper proceedings. Your Honor, I’ve given the goofy-ass government and their gang of giggling girlies and girl-like guys ample time and opportunity to save the lives and legacies of various victims and themselves, to little or no avail. This was never fun or funny to me, Your Honor, though I’ve tried to tame my temper through this tribulation and turmoil by being open enough to enjoy my own efforts—if that makes sense. Everything that I do and say in the purported privacy of my own home or “outside” is mocked, made a meme, is mimicked to make me mad, or is mildly mentioned in a manipulation method meant to lure me into letting my guard down. Ain’t nothin’ normal about this nutty-ass shit, something’s wrong with y’all, and Captain Crunch himself couldn’t sweeten this shit up by milking my mind to soften and convince me that I’m the real reason your ships are sinking. What does that mean? Figure it the fuck out! I’ve never been a deathly dramatic or extraordinarily exaggerative person, not even in sticky situations, so I can’t wait to hear the ominous outrageously offensive lies and lunacy that these pathetic people come up with. Please, keep telling on yourselves, because it’s terribly telling. And soon…
Omniscience