THAT SIMPLE QUESTION…

My readers, if you work hard in homelessness, in the cold, in the rain, without legacy, or help or fame or beauty or anything. And you don’t wanna dare socialize because that is not what you are suffering for…aside from other things, It’s about the music you want to make smarter. Won’t you want SPOTIFY, APPLE, DEEZER AND THEM TO TELL YOU WHAT YOUR STREAM COUNT IS SO YOU CAN GET WHATEVER AMMOUNT Qualifies from such? AS NOT GETTING PAID IS WORSE THAN SLAVERY IN MY CONDITION? SO WHILE LUCY LETBY WAS BUSY KILLING THOSE BABIES FOR THE FUN OF DOING IT, PLEASE HELP ME ASK WHERE MY STREAM COUNT IS AT… EXCEPT FOR SOMETHING QUITE SICKENING AND SINISTER NOBODY SHUTS DOWN A FAILURE…I WANNA KNOW…THE PEOPLE WHO DONT CARE ARE TOO PRIVILEGED TO KNOW THE HARD KNOCK WAYS AND CONDITIONS THEY WORK…AS I SAID MY READERS, DOWN THE MACHINE WILL BECOME A 9TRACK ALBUM…THERE IS EVIL IN THIS WORLD, WE CAN CHOOSE NOT TO BE A PART OF IT…WITH A MIND LIKE ME NE DOING SO WILL DEMEAN MY HUMANITY…IT IS UNTHINKABLE…IT IS DEMEANING TO SUCH EVIL LIKE LETBY…

My readers, wherever you are in the world, I will never want to hide a book like CTTD in print versions behind some backdoor at a Bluesie jazz comedy fest. Do not make me something other than human and humane with my books. Give your support. CTTD has been a lesson in law. Justice must be achieved. Give your support and hold on to the relativity.

Raising one’s hands down existentially once is a definite degenerative disorder ( a cluster B factor). The degeneracy of raising one’s hands down existentially twice should be listed as a DSM 5 genetic and mental disorder, and the inability to raise one’s hands existentially as “imbecilic throughput schizophrenia”—ade ronke

On January 7th 2026, I was stalked, harassed and arrested by the state police. The reasons for this is, in my view, the intellectual and daring proclivities in my book, A Case in Point. There are other reasons to be stated in this book. If every indication of my life doesn’t suggest this to you my readers, it is calling it: if I wasn’t to be me. would I not be dead? But I am cognizantly alive by my own recognizance. In other words I was arrested for being who and what I am. What is to follow is false imprisonment, and a true story of great injustice and ceaseless attempts at cover up while I meet unsavory criminals along the way. If this hadn’t happened to me, I couldn’t have conceived of it. It happened to me. I must go beyond mere conceptions. PLEASE SUPPORT THIS BOOK FOR PUBLICATION

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