May the goodness and decency in this world save me from parasitic harmful evil stalkers who show up dressed in my very own clothes pretending to be me. I didn’t think I can describe how that feels especially because of my exposure to them without security. I have an idea why body guards beat people up now or why people get restraining orders. Followed me over miles wearing clothes like mine and walking around with me, to double pretend to be me? I don’t understand it. I really try to get away from it all the time. And yet I have to work in these conditions with one of my tools malfunctioning. Bami and the Time Weavers must be released this year and I’m already cutting corners in the cold without the natural aid for my health. I’m still asking WRAY AND GARLAND where the labor and civil rights they’ve pointed to them as criminals for are.
And MEGAN LEE STALLION over there got five million for showing up for phantom and not achieving the aims of the fraud. However much you think I’m in her line of work, she’s not in mine. Why not go stalk her. She’s pretty like you. And rich. Yeah, do that, especially you ungrateful, uncaringly dumb evil people who plague the innocent because you think thoughtlessly that you can. Democrats, we’re still counting your losses while people are pointing to you for harm to life and humanity. KAMALA lost, you’re losing MSNBC, yet this thoughtless one sided unspirited war you started hasn’t even began. I mean, my readers, look around you. Isn’t nature the most unpredictable ever? I’m going to pray again because if there is a God as the Cheistians say there is, and he has been watching me work in dire circumstances and suffer for so long, he must know justice is a necessity for the likes of extremely endangered me. So I pray that if WRAY AND GARLAND doesn’t give me the justice that I deserve while they are comfortable in their luxuries with the dehumanizing civil rights deflating evil and harm evil people are pointing at them for, accusing them of, vengeance must come to God. Amen. Sometimes it’s the things that can’t happen that tell the loudest.
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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