I walked a billion miles and spent all day trying to get food today so I can intermittently fast and be able to finish Bami&the Time Weavers this year. This is officially hell. I need salvation my readers with the no sin, no crime, abject celibacy life, no doubt. I am glad phobia is inhibiting only to the person that has it. Otherwise, this is worse than hell. I’m being maltreated and terrorized and such. I certainly need prayers to overcome this evil. Pray for me my readers.
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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