I am now praying for comedic superpower. Not praying really my readers as I have to start writing jokes next year so I can pick the ones for the bluesie-jazz fest. And no doubt, joyful comedic thoughts of hope smarter freeing times got me through pain and hunger. I didn’t know I could be a songwriting but I had the natural instincts for it, the same as physics, math and comedy. I cannot stop optimizing my capable skills against all odds. It’s the only survival mode I know. It depends largely on me. And need I say they almost killed me, guns, abuse, theft and more. I am excited for the fest.
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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