They pull a pile of hate in my watch line. There is distraction, they’re is thought and no. I don’t know how I do that. But anxiety is at bay and I am fully preoccupied. They pile hate on my watch line and I don’t mind. I don’t hate. My mind is scared, I draw life, conflict, strength, intuition and more I am not overly lonely. Yet, they make the horrible mistake to think that their hate, their yap yap of nonsense gets to me. What horrible mistakes. It inspires me. It drives me. It teaches me how not to treat others or anyone lucky enough to be my mate. I draw inspiration, hope and intuition from stimuli, hateful or otherwise. And I am getting smarter at reigning in my reaction to hate filled external-exterior-externalized (e^3) stimuli. Thank you for being here my readers, I hope my love comes through despite my tribulations. Thanks.
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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