Here’s a day in the life of this inferior, unattractive, unintelligent, unknown black woman. I am being stalking openly by a mentally deranged man while parasites evil de yellow snake piggie is running around trying to to crawl under my skin and become me, I am managing a diet in a much unfortunate yet efficiently adequate manner while I am mourning the loss of summer against the burgeoning harshness of the cold, also while I am configuring to write a new song for bluesie. I know this poor woman is inferior, unattractive, unintelligent, unknown but damn. Amidst all this music is catharsis. is there a new song around the corner? My readers, I am suffering.
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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