My readers, these evil people almost killed me. So I am not afraid of death. But why do they stalk and harass me? I write as if today is my last day. That’s just the way it is. I don’t write for pride or privilege because it’s always been the way this introverted being communicates relatively with the world. I am not a conqueror of lies. tlThat’s not what I do. But if there’s a natural truth somewhere, I will expose it.
There is this butterfly which has a white underbelly, and a negative space over-wing, that is traces of the true black at the top. let no evil scientist tell you otherwise. White is a blackburn. it is not just a blackburn, it is an underbelly blackburn. it is so because it must be cold to hold the appearance. this upper side negative space has very slight hues of blue. and I often tell people to get out of it as the differentiating x black woman because this very negative space touches a very bottom of darkness everywhere. so called “scientists” clearly don’t know these things yet.
There are different ways nature impresses, There are great continuity to limits, great limits to continuity. Space is black. every brained scientist should know that. Beware when you say get out of my space, you must get out of that person’s space. public spaces are simply provisional spaces for everyone. Existential spaces are not spaces to joke around with. if I show you something, say something, if I take the time to explain something it is because there’s something greater behind it.
I own my dark and darklies. My light is mine and it is differentiated. It is not white. My light is not Einstenian. And you cannot do my science for me, you must wait for me to do it. I don’t wear white. I don’t want to be white. my guess is that the red Hispanic and the Asian wants to be Caucasians. Not going that way. As the seasons change now, and you see the leaves turn it is important for you to know that all venations are black. I can read these patterns all over my body. I dare you to read yours starting from dark mint. There are always those snowed on trees of winter. They don’t need warmth to be. They are white.
If you don’t read my books to fully understand them but for hate whatever light or Whitely projections you make for whatever reason superiority or the otherwise I am out of it. I hope this is fully understood so there is no reason to stalk me around for whatever reason and pretend I am that when I say get out of my black I mean it is not your existential space it is strictly mine and I can not be an underbelly in it. it is my space period. In every point, every edge, every differentiable plane, it is mine. And I know more about it than you can ever do. Respect humanity wherever it is so that all lives can matter. I am out of your Einsteined estranged from life and causation projections. Leave me alone. Remember if you can justify harassing me, you can justify the killing of Charlie Kirk. Now, why does science truly matter?
My readers, wherever you are in the world, I will never want to hide a book like CTTD in print versions behind some backdoor at a Bluesie jazz comedy fest. Do not make me something other than human and humane with my books. Give your support. CTTD has been a lesson in law. Justice must be achieved. Give your support and hold on to the relativity.

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
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