On forced intimacy, incest and rape

One of the songs on Bluesie will be titled Evil down in Georgia, from the evil caught on camera of an impotent mentally retarded boy brandishing a worthless gun at me. That’s definitely appropriate because any time I think of the black man, I think of sickening forced intimacy, incest and rape. Any possibility is completely dead. I will never think it. And there is much work to be done in this lifetime, evil, harm and injustice can’t achieve. So may I get the mate

the love and life I deserve in this world based on the true nature of my being. Amen. Despite the evil, I hope this fuels me with pain needed to write Bluesie.

Blues, at least in the ways the greats sang it, came from pain. The sort of pain parasitic fluked can merely imagine. As my turn towards music theory is now beginning to manifest on a natural cause, course and call my readers, I believe traditional notion of voice projections have missed the emotional voice, the voice that seems to draw on and drag its expression for a natural realistic state rather than effect. As we’re just beginning, and I was abused by a degenerate rapist lowlife for nothing I did wrong and nothing I stole from the externalized and useless to me piece of shit w(a pain Beyonce can’t possibly feel), I hope  that I am finally able to capture this voice in my books or essays. Especially because Beyonce can’t.

I am sure when musicians say head voice, chest voice and mixed voice, they are referring strictly to the anatomical and physiological renderings. That is, they’re merely robotic and mechanical. May I get what I deserve in the end. If you want to help along the way against this sickening seeming plot of evil and harm caught on camera against me which is sickening because it has no good effect on the world, please support the free books for life cause.Thank you for coming along on my journey as I capture it. Thank you for being here.