Facing life as a belonging is essential because it shows smart people what fake looks like where stupid people are a waste of time. While I was asking WRAY for the labor they claim his boys stole, I developed a passion for songwriting. Now I am into spiritual intelligence in a way I never thought possible. Who knows what belonging I have always had I never thought I could fully adopt. We don’t know the same things. I know Emerson, the dead spiritually intelligent ex pastor turned author I have admired, loved, never stopped loving for reasons I couldn’t truly comprehend since I met him intellectually. And they know Marilyn Monroe, also dead. I won’t have a reason to remember or find worthwhile the words or essence of Marylene Monroe for a fraction of a second. My cloak of “shame” as a degenerate retard once called it in his headless, thoughtless delirium, is becoming more fitting than I ever imagined. It’s time for WRAY to turn around and see himself in his own mirror(or is it mirrors?) rather than hiding his head in his tail—his tail in his head. You know, bullshit thingies. It shall be the lot of the hateful to hate their own selves. Amen. He certainly needs to face his own self in his own mirror. As you will discover in Bami&the Time Weavers, I have this very subtle habit of never letting bullshit stand. Wherever bullshit tries to hide, I will hunt it down scientifically and decimate it. And I am new in this discovery. I am yet to have knowledge and practice:
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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