My readers, I am left wondering how the f**k in worthless thoughtless science hell bananas have sex…? Do they like uhh.. Gotta puke… OR like ohh… Gotta puke… banana existences are absurd absolute shit… They are like snowflake existences… How do snowflakes have sex? Absolute nonsense…i know… My version of amazing ly thoughtless sexual parallelization my readers…? You can think of what yours may be…
I bet there is an imaginary THING in between the peel and the pulp creating a penal system… OOPS, a penile system in between the in between of the penile systems before they are infected with HIV… It makes for amazing science fiction… Who writes those? Here is one amazingly brazen science fiction…
Quite a different sort of romance… Can’t write any other… Around here, I turn Romances into shithell horrors… So stay… Hint, if you use NASA’S JAMES WEBB, the blandness if the brown in that banana snake’s eyes oops yellow snake’s eyes may help… It clearly has the same HIV bananas have… Bananas, so Bunkers… Dear universe, science, so amazing to do with dignity and freedom…
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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