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My readers, such tragedies. Waywardness is a killer. I saw that psychopath Clearly not a child but a terrorist boy the other day and walked quickly in the other direction… My readers, not just the harassment, but that evil boy came so close to me in a threatening manner once, I thought he was going to stab me…. I would have slumped from a sitting position onto the floor… And if he had done so, only the cameras would have noticed as murder witness… If you don’t respect other people’s personal space, maybe you can get away with it from the likes of me but the shit that shit is perpetuating is horrible… If you can teach children to avoid police, you can teach them to avoid other people’s personal spaces and personal things…fear is generated from such and not only when you can get away with it… One way or the other, crime as well as the stranger’s unknown intent will affect our lives my readers…
It is time to stop knocking on any stranger ‘s door intentionally or otherwise unintentionally… Call the person you are going to see… Confirm, confirm, confirm, confirm… People you don’t know are just that… Remember what you don’t know can kill you. No doubt. And do does “who”. Clearly my readers, there is nothing funny about other people’ s personal or property space… Justifiable fatality can certainly occur that way… I definitely fear for my life with that psychopath boy who can never be just a kid when he is that much of a terrorist… Nope… Respecting other people’s space even when your intentions are decent matter… Just don’t do it ever… When you don’t know… And especially when that person warns you to stay away…sheer terror my readers….
I will debut longer form personal, experiential, and spiritual essays next year. I want to continue to do meaningful work. Help me conquer those who steal life, labor and liberty. Thank you.
When I realized comedy can be described as the things I say and do as well as the things I don’t say and do, I knew it was for me. I was seeing and hearing all kinds of shit that couldn’t be happening in the dreams and the nightmare we call society. I believe they call that crazy. You don’t need any proof. Someone just has to appear to have more potential at succeeding than you and you can make shit up about them. Better than that, you can plot to make them what you say they are. There’s always a ridicule am yet to encounter and the punches just keep coming. It is no miracle I survived. I am now more than qualified to tell comedically twisted true tales as a part of the jazz music festival, half time music. half time comedy. it is hilarious. In fact it is now a comedic-jazz music festival. Your receipts for music by ril and the free books for life cause mean the world to me. Help achieve justice.
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