Parasites are sickeningly disgusting creatures … even if they offer parasymbiosis, they can never be trusted. They are uncaring and evil! A drunk doesn’t change … but goes to alcoholic anonymous and watches every day on a slump… they enter spaces that don’t belong to them not caring about the owner’s life, genetic stages that can never belong to them, steal life, labor, identity humanity for absolutely no good purpose except worthless thoughtless engineered lighter is better sickening pride. they are sickeningly evil and genetically degenerate to the core… the better should look in their own mirror…I know they teach mirrors in physics… degenerative ills that affects others not you is never ok…I call it DAD my readers, DEGENERATIVE AFFECTIVE DISORDER…It certainly needs a formal clinical diagnosis from the professional PHD’S … You know what that means, we got PHDDAD… or PHD DAD(can’t make this shit up…its too unintellectually much)what the shit in hell could the ph level of this shit be … ?
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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