“Bitch nigga, you could neva eva, eva eva, eva eva, eva eva, eva eva! Get on my level, hoe!” If elevation and evolution were as easy as every everyday Earthling’s casual conversations about what would work to fix the things that they like least about life, those things wouldn’t require work, would they? Which queues the query, what’s success? Like I said, making more money than most motherfuckers to pay for exorbitantly expensive everyday items and activities—as a normal-ass person—isn’t a sure sign that someone’s special or significant. Because plenty of plain old people perform and pretend for an audience all their lives, right? If you missed the primary point, whether you’re famous for it or a no-name normally noticed in nearby neighborhoods as a flashy, flamboyant person, most mindless motherfuckers on money-making missions are seeking a superficial sense of superiority. Preferring performative posing over purposeful problem-solving is a perpetuated problem that plagues places where pretending is prevalent, which is essentially everywhere everybody’s stupid. In my opinion, success is simply satisfaction in accomplishing an aim. That doesn’t mean everybody should see success the same way, it mainly means that simply succeeding at securing something sought-after is the general goal of success—which doesn’t always involve making more money than most motherfuckers. And if you’re already aware of that, act like it! Now, are you ready for some suspiciously spooky stuff? Is the cocky Mr. Combs being deliberately disrespected by a dickhead drug lord named “Dudus,” aka Christopher Coke, in Fort Dix a coincidence or a conspiracy? I’m leaning toward the latter, because again, the sad, sadistic scandalization of the supposed slippery sex slave-seeker was seemingly set to serve as an example. I wholeheartedly believe that the haughty higher-ups hoped and have happily succeeded at desensitizing every everyday Earthling to deliberate disrespect. They need foolish folks to find fucked-up facts and fabrications funny so even serious matters are made a mockery of by a voluntarily victimized and violated, cancellation-craving culture—that was consciously created by slave-seeking superiors to normalize nonstop nonsense. In other words, said slave-seeking superiors are making many mindless motherfuckers mistake their purposely perpetuated problems for personal problems to showcase so-called success as an achievable aim—despite deliberately designed difficulties meant to minimize the amount of superstar succeeders. I mean, it’s overtly obvious that the goofy-ass government is a game to government goofballs, right? Politicians are playing politics as educated entertainers delegated to deal hope to the habitually hopeless by frequently fanning the flames of the forever-fight for freedom, antagonistic authority agents are acting out special ops scenarios in real life for fun, popular podcasters and pontificating personalities are paid to publicly platform government goofballs so ceaseless casual conversations about purposely perpetuated problems make foolish folks feel better, etcetera, etcetera. In other suspiciously spooky news, the awesome actor who proudly portrayed the television son of “Walter White” in “Breaking Bad” has sadly succumbed to suicide. Rest in peace to RJ Mitte, who really reminded me of Christopher Reeve—many movie fans’ favorite “Superman.” If I communicated my concerns about this tear-jerking topic’s clear connection to the crazy conspiracy centered on me, you wouldn’t believe it. So, I won’t. And instead, I’ll move on. Cowards, conspirators, and co-conspirators connected to a corrupted collective consciousness will believe absolutely anything that their cohorts co-sign. And that lack in logic and leadership leads to life-long lack—even when living in the lap of luxury. What are corrupted cowards lacking, you ask? You’re missing much more than you can imagine! Fortunately, you’re free to watch me will and wield what you won’t work for. “It’s only legendary until someone proves it real!” To the prissy, period pain-feeling, funky fart-freeing female that “God” chose to keep karma coming, don’t you just love “Luffy?” Does his mission seem suspiciously similar to mine? Quick question—why is there a Moonwalking, make-believe Michael Jackson/Mick Jagger with heart eyes and a pharaoh’s beard in a Japanese anime about Christianity? What if I’m the only one on Earth who can accurately answer that question? Finding focus when the whole wide world would rather run from the truth than to face the fact that they’re the problem is impossible when connected to a corrupted collective consciousness. Ma’am, I won’t pity or pray for you, as your suffering is self-inflicted, and I’m not sorry for telling that truth. What are you hating when loving something? Do you hate war when loving peace? Do you hate surrender and subjugation when you love liberty and leniency? Do you hate the truth when you love lies that let you live without accountability and answerability? Do you love fiction when fact is too real? Do you love less when you hate more? Who gives you more the most, ma’am? Is it you, your God, etc.? Anyhoo, speaking of anime, I’ll save the details for a little later, but these hosts’ heads hold hints of a mighty man being shown signs about a specific story linked to the crazy conspiracy centered on him. Fun fact—suppression is safe for some. This happened the day after I decided not to connect the conspiratorial dots just yet. If you can’t tell, I’m not nauseatingly nerdy—just super smart with intriguing interests. But that’s enough to move me toward the “much more” that most won’t work for. And soon…
Omniscience