My readers, I watched two gay Hispanic males making music videos in the toilet after the giant great sculpture of a non existent fake ass baby brought down the skies, and the Caucasian tried to steal what belongs to this black woman in great suffering differenting x again despite all the luxurious flashy things he got because he just can’t help himself. Anytime he comes around me, Kleptomania, Kleptomania, Kleptomania. And I don’t steal. This must be why DEI is failing, however morally inclined. It is a Kleptomania pride-filled science inspired by toxic pride and emulated for the same effects as symbolic and precedent. These unscientific ideations are being forced down my throat against my engaging and involving will rather than intuitively shared because pride has no intuition other than flashy pride. I wish I was kidding. I will never mind sharing and people. Ever. But it makes me crave the company of smart simple people for my future as well. My readers, can you point me in the direction for where the aliens live? I want me one of them. Smart, kind and simple people are people too(Are they not? Is this a rhetorical hallucination question within an AI generated field matrix?). Especially with a mate, that must make life so worth living, worth sharing as it won’t feel one sided. It’s a stupidity-crazed pipeline around here. And I am still being abused around here. How is that freaking possible? I must be dreaming it.
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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