My readers, I love freedom of speech as long as it’s not about hate. Such, on hell and small demons, my little disgracefully unscientific pretend-angels two-horned darlings(gotta love ya and I told you why… As long as it is real and natural love in me, may you be infected out, out, all the way out, all the way… you’re not there yet… Who do you think I am bloody hell angel devil pretenders… get the frack out into nature’s provided beauty space I will further explain in my books{ooops, this is a long bracket [read as if you have a brain}]), my thoughts are simple.
I don’t believe in some place called heaven in some after life. Our heaven is here on earth. All the good and decency you can afford must happen here and now. It will certainly be discussed further in alw and such books… I hear these heaven and hell dynamics are from stories written in a book a long time ago. How could science lose dignity over it? I know. It’s crazy. This my readers is most important to know. Your truest most authentic self is found in suffering. Your humanity is amplified in pain. I should know this.
Has to be my forte without any superficiality attached to it. If you can’t find your existential strongest self in suffering, you are not authentic. Flashy things are authentic as they must be in their natural space… There is a reason existential spaces are necessary… But most average people are too dumb to understand. I hope you’re not my readers. True freedom only come from true selves. If I can’t be that, I have, nothing true or worthwhile to share with you. May the universe forbid. Whew.
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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