My readers, I must say it as I am thinking it and we are alive. It can never be an insult in music that I am not what it takes and destined for failure. If my foundation is authentic, I have true connection and great dedication and it is coming from love, what is failure eventually? My dear music lovers, they must confuse me for those I will never be and my great loves are many. That is a blessing. They’re not thinking–I have never used superficiality for my music, never applied makeup for music, never autotune, never shaken my ass in front of a camera, never bling-bling you anything, and so on and so forth. Never will, with odds naturally against me from inception, how can I beat greater odds? No doubt I ain’t got what it takes.
Love had me writing for years without seeming end without any sense of perceptible success. I know my writing years haven’t even started yet. I know this without a doubt. Music, adopted from suffering is freedom of intellectual and emotional creative cathartic expression and I haven’t even integrated knowledge I hope to gain from music theory yet in this age of AI music. There is no perception of failure as I know what failure truly is. There never will be. Now I must learn dances for the Jazz cloud events, (simple swing moves and such because I want to) and hope to embrace both dance groups and jazz bands for the events that is never for the blingbling it takes but love and respect for what art against the odds truly is for those who do it without much credit for it. Sometimes people confuse love with impression as they mistake reality for appearance. Impressions are fleeting. Did you know that the noise from the singing in Paraphrenia is background traffic noise I intentionally integrated with techno noise? Thank you for being here music lovers
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
BOOK ALBUM—AIN’T THAT HOW IT GOES–music mood -1 * Nothing’s Deader(than love) 2 * Bulletproof.
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