“If you tempt me, my tank is on empty! No patience is in me, and if you offend me, I’m liftin’ you ten feet! In the air, I don’t care who was there, and who saw me just…” Okay, mister Marshall Mathers, gon’ ‘head, grab a giddy, gregarious guy or gal by the throat for feeling fanatical and evilly elevate above all to show your super strength. I’ll wait… Which queues the query, are fact and fiction always arguable? Have you ever noticed how many hopeful humans pray for and pretend to be powerful people? Whether it’s exaggerative expression, hyperbolic harangues, reality-bending rhetoric, metaphorical messaging, delusional diatribes, or plainly pathetic performances, humans have had a feverish fascination with divine deities forever. How many popular people and fake-ass famous folks want to be worshipped? How many role-playing, reimagining fans of fictional characters replay those parts like life itself deserves much more? To the blatantly blasphemous bastards imagining that they’re akin to a king (me), can you prove it? What if God only claims his children with the clearest, cleanest conscience? And when I say “claims,” I mean admires and appreciates above and beyond everybody else. Do you have a favorite family member? If so, why can’t God? Repeating as a reminder, “Need more information, homeboy, then just read! Ay-yah! You can read all about the pure breed!” What exactly are you doing when watching words in a post penned and published by Beau Amoureux? Well, when watching words and following the flow of what the writer wrote, that prompts the process of recognizing and registering the meaning of the words being mentioned, then semantic sequences signal comprehension calculation, and you’re effectively reading. In learning and life in general, what you understand or misunderstand can indicate both your intelligence and ignorance levels. And for the record, yes, there’re things that I write that are meant only for the particular person I’m respectfully referencing at the time. And yes, sometimes idiots interpret respectful references as disrespectful disses. And yes, there are plenty of petty, puerile, pathetic people that I don’t respect! But this big-headed beauty ain’t one of them. “Lady,” I’m starting to see stuff that makes me wonder what’s fact and what’s fiction in a war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, worsening world—where everybody’s stupid. I ain’t too proud, period. So, if I’m “humiliating” myself by pointing out things to a particular person that I’m sure she’d at least be entertained by, so be it. Ma’am, if you believe in God, then you know that the motherfucker is inevitable—inescapable, right? Honestly, I’ve been testing theories throughout this entire spiritual journey, and the predictable patterns never fail to regularly, repetitively repeat themselves. Because of that, I’ve learned to take initiative, even if I’m going against something said in a prior published post. The thing about inevitability is, again, it’s inescapable. So, “Lady,” the other day, I was minding my motherfuckin’ business, like always, walking on the treadmill, foraging for something to watch. I opened YouTube and saw “Deliver Us from Eva,” and knowing that there’s almost a complete cast of big-headed beauties in that motherfucker, I watched. So, “Lady,” when you have the time, please watch it. As you likely to know, “deliver us from evil” is a piece of a prayer proposed by some Bible-bearer who asked God to save sinners from the evilness of everyday existence. And once more, throughout the entire film, just remember what resonates. Of course, the songs are significant. Then, at the end of the movie, ask yourself, what does both your first and last names mean? After that, ask yourself, what does both my first and last names mean? Afresh, this is my legal name. What if there’s nothing we can do to escape the inevitable intervening of an “all-seeing, all-knowing, almighty God?” What if you’re not just some beautiful, big-headed broad, and you’re my beautiful, big-headed broad? Wouldn’t that feel fixed or fated, kind of like “Eva” and “Ray’s” relationship? I don’t know about you, but in the current context, when I think of “Ray,” I imagine a radiant ray of light. As an atheist since seven, I’ve never been big on the Bible. But “the light” is mentioned in many hip hop songs, right? A quick Google search showed me a verse “spoken by Jesus,” which states, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” What am I supposed to do, “Lady?” Do you feel this soothing sensation, eager excitement, and ultimate understanding as well? Were you “neuralyzed” or not? Anyhoo, Morris Peanut head-ass hater, mister “radio royalty,” you heard the allusive attacks and subliminal slights aimed at the Almighty’s ace (Beau Amoureux) in that annoying-ass advertisement for the college campus comeback too, huh? Imagine dealing with that type of wizardry and witchcraft your entire life! Or maybe you have… in a sense. Too bad you’re too close to the country’s chief conspirators to come clean, because I could help you heal, sir. Let’s do this, do the “Bankhead Bounce” randomly in a clip coming up in this morning’s episode, because I publish these posts at midnight every other day, just as an acknowledgment of alignment, and I’ll tell you something super simple that’s sure to change your life in the next published post. Are you a defendant, a defeatist, or a witness? Again, fight the feeling of fear, as you’re all as good as got anyway, and everybody already knows who I am! “But I’m glad, ‘cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire to burn, and it’s burnin’, and I have returned! And I am…” And soon…
Omniscience