My readers, I was just walking along today when an Hispanic officer tried to harass me. Called a Caucasian female as backup, asking if I need his help. And I say what help? I see red. The red is before yellow. Yellow is third pahse. Yellow is red. Both the Hispanic and the Caucasian are red. The Caucasian is red, so are the people of color. If the Asian is red which he is, don’t know how they aren’t. I see red my readers. Wanna make sure I am safe? With what? The unnatural void-naturally empty guns or the artifact made to kill? From my point of view, they shoot blanks. They have never protected me so why now? I have never committed crimes, never stole, never did all the evil things people do and they harmed me. They, the police, harmed me for a rapist. And justice matters. Their jobs are not save anyways and they die a lot around here, and I don’t commit crimes and don’t wanna be bothered. The scientific reality is like the reality on the ground, there isn’t any time or point that their job is save. They never protected me. And I pity them. Things soon turned cordial but nevertheless justice is very much on my mind. I refer you to this. If you stole my life labor and liberty without me ever harming you, may your harm and disaster be unexpectedly yours. And lastly, physicists, mathematicians, what do I mean when I say I see red? Cordiality followed so no names for you my readers. If it happens to me, I’m telling out loud. Unlike Physicians, scientists and sometimes Christians, I am proud and dignified to say I do no harm. After all, there is no possible heaven except on this earth.
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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