My readers, I say there are no Y’s in my primary genepool, NEGATIVE SPACE AND WATERS. So guess who the first potential rapist I see is. Try putting “eclipse” with another word. Such this fool came near me yesterday with everything on and with him a theft that must necessarily and absolutely emasculate his worthless thoughtless existence. How stupid can one genetic degenerate be? Reminds me of a man who beat a looter to a pulp with a stick and while the police could not arrest the looter, they couldn’t arrest the store owner. If you go to someone else’s life and work space and do nothing but steal, you deserve to be beaten to a pulp. In third world countries, justice is vigilante–they throw expired tires on a thief, put petrol on it and burn thieves to death. But this loving amazing country wouldn’t do that. What a privilege. And there is always the parasitic worthless thoughtless two of this shit and two of that shit disgusting evil shit. In the year 2024, may this universe and all the good possible in it save me from these narcissistic parasitic worthless thoughtless evil lowlives. Amen.
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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