Facing life in the belonging

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: