An uneasy conscience is a hair in the mouth.
It takes up more room than all the rest of a person’s insides, and yet ain’t no good noho.
If you grant that one man’s conscience doesn’t know right from wrong, it is an admission that there are others like it. This single admissions pulls down the whole doctrine of infallibility of judgment in consciences.
—Mark Twain
My readers, I hardly ever and especially consciously haven’t in the last ten years (as I was consciously introverted ) entertained my conscience–that which nudges your being of harm having been done to another human being. It buggless my mind yet that a sane human allows such a thing as “a hair in the mouth” to persist.
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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