Hey, thieves, you know that eulogy you ignorant fools thought I was writing for myself. You should be smarter by now but you’re not. I was writing it for you—that perfectly scientific eulogy. It’s called Like love’s never gonna die and it’s in bluesies where that fake ass evil everything of shit looses. You don’t work and you’re not patient enough to let me finish what I’m doing before you spy on it. Don’t worry I will always point you in the direction of science so you can go feed there like livestock and then pretend you never ate anything while you’re hating. until I have the solitude I have suffered for against evil for so long. Cameras and stuff must be able to catch any approach I know you won’t make cos I’m inferior, unattractive, unintelligent and such. And my work computer would never have Internet hardware, software or access. That about ends the spying and your fake spring.
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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