I had to walk a billion miles today just to make sure the remix EP I have planned for this Friday is on schedule. I’m struggling though 2025 the album because I lost my faith in love but I am getting through one song after the other. It’s one of such reasons forgiving those who steal life, labor, liberty in suffering seem impossible. I’m suffering, suffering, suffering. I also used to believe if God exists, he would, according to my nature, which he should know because he’s omnipotent, send a kind, friendly and decent mate to help through life. Maybe not. Belief-systems those. Anyways, reality, my readers, and things actionable and practical, please help me achieve justice. Support the free books for life cause and keep the digital printout of your receipts for me. They mean a world of justice to me. This is hell. My readers, help. Regardless, come what may, Abnormal, 3 so wicked song remixes releases this Friday. Thanks. Hard knock against Disney bullshit all the way. Some fantasies have to die. You will love the remixes—give more of you can in support—keep your receipts:
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Raising one’s hands down existentially once is a definite degenerative disorder ( a cluster B factor). The degeneracy of raising one’s hands down existentially twice should be listed as a DSM 5 genetic and mental disorder, and the inability to raise one’s hands existentially as “imbecilic throughput schizophrenia”—ade ronke
On January 7th 2026, I was stalked, harassed and arrested by the state police. The reasons for this is, in my view, the intellectual and daring proclivities in my book, A Case in Point. There are other reasons to be stated in this book. If every indication of my life doesn’t suggest this to you my readers, it is calling it: if I wasn’t to be me. would I not be dead? But I am cognizantly alive by my own recognizance. In other words I was arrested for being who and what I am. What is to follow is false imprisonment, and a true story of great injustice and ceaseless attempts at cover up while I meet unsavory criminals along the way. If this hadn’t happened to me, I couldn’t have conceived of it. It happened to me. I must go beyond mere conceptions. PLEASE SUPPORT THIS BOOK FOR PUBLICATION
BOOK ALBUM—AIN’T THAT HOW IT GOES–music mood -1 * Nothing’s Deader(than love) 2 * Bulletproof.
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