What kind of shit brainless life did the degeneratively regressing intellectuals build in which the bleached beach bum superior inside leeches are calling the only woman who can’t make them gay if so they choose a “leech”? How imbecilic and low IQ can you get because you don’t ever want to try this differentiating x. If she says no to you leeches, you’re f”*ked in unimaginably horrific ways. You are so dumb, you can’t even fool yourselves correctly, you self loathing low IQ hatefilled ills of intellectual depravity. You don’t know shit yet. Don’t even imagined me. You’re disgusting determined to be gay while hating gays self hating anal assholes. So stay. Don’t go embrace your life, stay. NASA, tell them. They can stay. No doubt. Sure thing the shit. If you imagine me hatefull, you don’t have your head on your shoulders. And you don’t know me yet. If you’re getting too know me without any sense of that fake rush my readers, thank you for being here.
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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