Insultingly immature and excruciatingly emotionally unintelligent people are plentiful, aren’t they? The mourned mortician who mistakenly mixed up two already-ascended women wasn’t trying to make national news when undeniably unintentionally fumbling two funerals. Because why the figgity fuck would he do that? “Oh, I want to be famous for fucking up funerals! And I want the shame subsequent to injurious, inimical internet virality to make me suicidal!” Said nobody who furnishes and facilitates funerals for a living! Your Honor, stop this, or I’m going to mighty morph on these mindless motherfuckers! And what type of people regularly, repetitively report, scandalize, and sensationalize such sad stories—which villainize various people who are probably just trying to find really respectable reasons to remain alive? For the record, I don’t negotiate with terrorists. And as of this spine-tingling second, I hereby declare that Doomsday dawns! Nah, this ain’t no nerd shit, well, not exactly. Okay, it is noticeably nerdy. But I think I need to nerf the nonstop nonsense normalized by nonsensical nitwits, numbskulls, and nincompoops! Get y’all severely stupid asses the figgity fuck out of here, or else! “Or else what?!” Said every everyday Earthling no longer living long enough to learn how severely stupid they were! Don’t worry, I’m not a violent villain, just a pretty powerful one. Which queues the query, what’s power? Because right now, respectfully, I could definitely, probably be playing the bongos on Melyssa Ford’s bodacious buns. Nonsensical niggas, please! And I normally wouldn’t say something so strikingly vulgar and visual, but y’all God is trying to make me out to be a weirdo. Because y’all God is a wacky-ass weirdo! And he stole my fuckin’ personality, and gave it to “Deadpool!” As I sit here on Earth, still and silent—trying to figure out how to make the “impossible” possible. Y’all, this is my life—my real life! Magenta, meet Jasmine Giselle. Jaz, that ain’t a mere motherfuckin’ coincidence. Again, I just be minding my motherfuckin’ business, and boom—bombardments of bullshit. Jaz, be honest with yourself, you think about me a lot, don’t you? Girl, what if the “Matrix” is designing doppelgängers, going back in time, then making those women work for them—but they don’t know it? Again, this is my real life. And that, ladies and labia lickers, proves that I’m a pretty powerful person! But what the fuck ever, right? Okay! Anyhoo, when flawed folks ain’t trying to find really respectable reasons to remain alive, they’re lessening their lifespan. Like I said, the suicidal saying, “I’m here for a good time, not a long time!”, suggests that succumbing to societally-suggested slow suicide is a planetary pandemic. Once more, what if we’re not supposed to die? Has that thought ever crossed your severely stupid, steadily suicidal mind? Repeating as a reminder, I’ve survived several storms, and not once have I ever thought about alienating aliveness. Just so y’all know, kindness killers—mentally ill, miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers—shall suffer the worst karma. What if Heaven and Hell are mostly mental? What if this is Hell for me mostly because I’m so smart in a pitiful place where everybody’s severely stupid? Remember, resonance is really important, and if any of these justifiable jabs hit home, something within you requires repair. If you want my advice, stop taking advice from folks who think money makes men, appearances aren’t deceiving, and traditional educations prove people’s innate intelligence levels. Needless to say, again, nothing makes much sense because seriously smart people are really, regrettably, repulsively rare. Like, all y’all are dumb-dit-tee-tee-dumb-dumb, dumb-dumb! Fuck outta here! Why does highly-weird Hollywood put preponderances of emphasis and exclamations on others’ opinions? From podcasts, to politics, to national news networks, to tabloids, to trending threads, etc.—it all makes motor-mouth motherfuckers trendy. Everybody’s got some severely stupid shit to say, and when they’re offended that others are offended by their offensiveness, they run right to the Constitution—as if free folks should forfeit or fork over their freedom when what goes around comes around. Y’all don’t make no motherfuckin’ sense. So, as a result, the true “Dynamic Duo” is here to shut shit down! Honestly, y’all God needs its annoying and alarming astronomical ass whooped! However, change can’t come from conservation. I’ll abort atheism if that means this war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, worsening world won’t stay that way—but only if it’s because of me. Sorry, but I’m not sorry. Humanity, you don’t survive unless I, Beau Amoureux, am always alive! Let that sink in. And soon…
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