I didn’t know what’s going on in other people’s life’s, horrible or not, poor or not, but despite being harmless me, am crapping on important people’s important lives like there is no God, no love and no tomorrow. It must be me. I need help clearly. Still can’t remember being unkind unless absolutely deserved. If you can help, help. I certainly need to research myself more than my phobia lets me because I am cramping on people’s amazing ligestyle. I deserve peace and quiet as much as they deserve their importance. If you can help help.
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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