You’re reading this because I’m bored. The mosquitoes around here have been quite naughty and have been biting me all winnie Nillie. So I figured it was inevitable that my immune system would succumb, eventually. I am beginning to feel it–tired and wearily distracted so I’m bored. And you pay the price with this silly read. I mean, who am I gonna talk to? Lend me your ears, I wanna whisper something true, something cruel…or not…listen…
Wearily, wearily I say unto you, being a lonely single woman sucks ass. Being celibate for too many years sucks shit ass and doesn’t help my sense of isolation and loneliness. Being an inferior, unattractive, unintelligent poor black woman such as I am with the expectation of a worthy man who’s not a thorough and bonafide idiot rather than an alien. My advice is , ‘don’t try this at home’. I am a victim of my own conservatism. And I won’t change it for the world. It is who I am after all, and I survived as I did regardless of the great odds, evil, harm, vile, prejudice, terrorism and and such.
The music is fine. It is cathartic at all times as Hype&Remixes will be for instance. I feel like I am not working as I should on the books because of anxiety. A calmer environment will mean more productivity for books. Book writing for me is psychologically indulging, definitely cerebral and intellectual. Anxiety is a slight deterrent, not a huge one because I can always write. I am inevitably a thoughtful writer. I must think things through or reason and indulge in critical thinking. So anxiety does not help. Yet I do it. It’s my life. And how I communicate with the world.
But in times like these I yearn for true friendships(as I had endured a great betrayal), or something worthwhile with great potential for longevity and loyalty. I have come a while from the great distrust but not too much. I do pray that my love comes to me as I deserve it. As he deserves it especially because that tells of him. I intend to love as best as I can. Compatibility matters. And there is no such thing until you know who you’re truly dealing with up close and personal. It’s crazy feeling overcrowded and loveless isn’t it my readers? Anyway, my readers just wanted to yarn a little. Thanks for being here.
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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