“I’ll go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga! Better behave, you dealin’ with some rich niggas! We the lost symbols, speak in cryptic codes! Ancient wisdom, valuable like gifts of gold! I embark on life, my path is all math! I understand the codes these hackers can’t crack!” There these blatantly blasphemous bastards go again, sounding strikingly similar to the Midnight Sun—Beau Amoureux—but without my praised perk package. Freemasonry is a fraternal fellowship focused on secularism with Christ-like charitable causes, allegedly. Personally, as someone smart, if I were a sadistic, sycophantic servant of Satan, which I’m noticeably not, I’d publicly proclaim that I practice purity and propriety, and that my fellow Freemasons faithfully follow suit. Wouldn’t you? Who do fake-ass, foolish famous folks frequently feel they’re fooling? “Oh, we’re just evil-evading elitists eager to serve society, secretly. That’s all. We promise to practice purity and propriety, and we pray that our promise provides clarity and comfort.” Doesn’t that sound like something secretive Satanists would say? Anyhoo, let’s appropriately address the elephant trampling the tea party. In the prior published post, I said something about a big-headed beauty believably being someone significant in my shockingly satisfying story. Coincidentally, a big-headed beauty broke up with her famous fiancée shortly thereafter. For the record, said scorned, separated big-headed beauty isn’t the potential princess mentioned in the prior published post. And yes, I like big-headed bitches! My vagueness was valid, as this is a sensitive subject, my movement is monumental, and I presently wish to protect that person’s privacy. Ma’am, formidable forces don’t want me to forget your regrettable role in this crazy conspiracy, as the dupes and doppelgängers are all over my totally taken-over timeline, so I extended an olive branch. What the figgity fuck is going on in highly-weird Hollywood? It sort of seems like big-brained Beau is running the show, huh? Is the so-called secret society shifting scenes to match my mission, or is my immense intelligence impressive and impactful enough to change cultures? Honestly, some of this shit is so stupid that it’s howlingly hilarious! I can tell you right now that the envy you’ll encounter in your everyday Earthling experiences just for clashing and crossing paths with Christ’s chosen champion may mess with your mental health. For me, this will never stop, but I’ve proudly, purposely pursued, aligned myself with, and accepted this awesome angelic assignment because it’s my cross to bear. Ma’am, I’m a conquer by nature, it’s a God-given gift, so silence is serenity but surrender would silence me. That ain’t happening! Do you understand? Nothing from you made it to my totally taken-over timeline, so I’ll switch subjects till I see something. Take your time, as this is some heavy-ass holiness to hold with such a petite frame. You need help with that? Moving on and switching subjects, “Love is blind. And it will take over your mind. What you think is love, is truly not, you need to elevate and find.” Can you live to love without loving yourself? Songs about self-significance sometimes seem scarce, but soulful singers and songwriters regularly, repetitively remind reminiscing and ruminating listeners why intimacy is important. Still, if intimacy involves close connections and often one-on-one interactions, how many self-loathing soul searchers mindlessly mistake common company for closeness? Missing the point, especially in meaningful messages with multiple meanings, can cause confusion that’s likely to lead life-long love seekers down the wrong path. Ignorance is this war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, worsening world’s worst enemy! Which queues the query, is love “blind” because gut feelings ain’t good guides, or is it because familiarity—even with fussing and fighting—can create comfort in continuous chaotic cycles, or is it because walking by sight and not by faith is somewhat similar to being blind? On a perishable planet where broadly broadcasted bullshit trumps the truth and noteworthy news, expect normalized nonsense and never forget the predictable patterns in everybody’s everyday struggles. People are inclusively idiotic—like fuckery and foolishness is more fun with friends. It’s trendy and traditional for folks to do the same stupid shit over and over while consciously circumventing change, right? Don’t be those people! Be bored and “broke” as long as it’s not breaking your back or your heart. Stay single if the person pursuing you doesn’t prefer peace and purpose over pretending, popularity, pettiness, and puerility. Cancel and close connections with cheating clowns. Always remember that maturity makes sex much more mental, and that mind-blowing, magnificent sex is really rare. Stay off social media if phony people’s performative lives and laughable lies constantly cause you to question your worth. Love yourself first! And just be bold and brave—unique and unwavering. Y’all, I’m fixin’ to shut this whole stupid-ass system the fuck down! And again, unlike folks in the forever-fight for freedom, I ain’t sick and tired—I’m healthy and ready for war! Because soon…
Omniscience