A pilot traced contrail patterns over me today in the park. I was surprised and awed by it. It was a single parabolic trace over my head, an arc. And i stood under it for a while to admire it. After the Excerpt yesterday, the geek pilot certainly felt it necessary. But more than anything he had the ability. This has huge implications  my readers, and I will discuss all the implications in Truth, Somewhere I live. If you haven’t ordered it, you’re definitely not a geek and you’re not cool, and you’re a fool. Yes I said it. Order it! Had the roughest night yet. I survived it …and came out of it answering unanswered questions. There was a GREAT COLD AND A GREAT WIND. I may soon catch pneumonia or something but answered unanswered questions. Unlike what you have been told, I worked out differential relations between sun, night, heat and cold, and the world i call HP. It’s in the book. The book you should order so you can get it this year is Truth, Somewhere I live. The next Dewlogic Excerpt release is IGNORANCE.

Morning my readers.

EXCERPT FOR TRUTH, SOMEWHERE I LIVE

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Worked all night my readers. Today is definitely the release of the Excerpt for Truth, somewhere I live. As I said, its is the most honest i have been, the least reserved. DEWLOGIC.

Following me around like CREEPS AND CRIMINALS. It;s gonna turn to love soon. Sure. I haven’t told you the half of it in the Excerpt. There is just nothing else to it. I hate them. They’re NULLS. And thieves.

The excerpt is finished my readers. I just have to edit it and get it to you. It’s 11.21 pm and I say tomorrow I will definitely release the EXCERPT for Truth, Somewhere I live. If Miniscule penises want to harrass me, they will have to do it after the release. Truth must be hard to swallow, it must be apprehensive and anxious as hatred is already evil,  coming around harrassing me for sitting dwn in the park, enforcing some prejudicial law. Do it afterwards. The release of the Excerpt for TRuth Somewhere I live is tomorrow my readers. If you had any reason to buy, this book is it. They’re already nervous. More than i car parading the perimeter to catch a park sitter. HATE.

I just told this police officer I hate all of them. As they came to me in the park. And as I was being harassed for being in the park late, guess who walked by but the dark soul-ed inverse lowlife RIN (KOKONUT RIN is my inverse my readers). The very epitome of what I am not and can never be). So i said “what about her?” and officer 238 said he couldn’t catch up to her. 238 is like the cowdung of my cowdung of my cowdung. That’s cowdung 3 times! A MEGA NONENT. They must have been snooping on the excerpt. as i talk abut their “miniscule penises” So they brought lowlife along with their miniscule penises (Lowlife RIn is their miniscule penise). I will work faster on it my readers. HATE! Ain’t nothing changed. Excerpt for Truth, somewhere I live is soon. Someone should put the lowlife dark souled CREEP RIN where she belongs, white man Saddle. White women are beginning to give me the signs the slut needs to be put down. Plotting and planning, ooming around, accusing me of crap. I don’t commit crimes . Period. Looks like harassment to me in a city of lowlife inverses who actually do drugs. . I can’t wait for you to have the excerpt. Why I really HATE them. They deserve the hatred. Let me put their emblem down:

Here is the link to order Ignorance. I suggest you do it, if just for the sake of getting the other books. Link begs a mind referral my readers, ordering Ignorance is a good way to ensure more good books from Dewlogic. There is no free anywhere. Again I suggest you order ignorance.

I have decided as I am putting finishing touches to the Excerpt for Truth, Somewhere I live, to release the Excerpt for IGNORANCE soon after that. Ignorance is exploratory, That is you will follow my mind as i explore ignorance scientifically and philosophically. If you don’t want to buy it without knowing what you’re getting, the excerpt is a good reason to decide. This is another way to make sure I am publisher, make and mail the books to you. No one will steal my labor again. This or I die trying this. If you’re getting these sorts of books elsewhere free, you can go there, or ELSEWHERE at all, go there. Otherwise, if it is my book, it has to be bought through me. The next Excerpt release after Trust, Somewhere I live, is IGNORANCE, A philosophic and scientific exploration. Dewlogic.

I fell tonight in a direction i recognize because I know the area. I fell the southeastern side, where I usually seat back to southeast, I tripped on something since my feet has to be eased while walking because of blisters nowadays from very long walks (Details in the book). Anyways I fell and I know exactly how I got up. I got myself up. Now my material things were a different issue. I realized as I got up that I didn’t have my shoes. And there were two people around me. I picked up my bags. The White woman picked up my black shoe and helped me align it as I got up. Very Helpful. The black woman did nothing . Just stood and asked me if i was okay. More importantly, I realized that I didn’t have shoes. NOt because I it was a seating position but rather because i never go down eastward. Never. My readers, there is no doubt in my mind now, I am barefoot. So, however can anyone explain the tales of high heels?

I am capturing life’s meanness my readers, and speaking it out loudly. No doubt. Truth, somewhere I live, again I recommend you order it. Definitely. 

I must be strange. I mainly admire two writers, and they’re both old souls. Emerson and Thoreau. Here is Thoreau from where I lived , what I lived for.

“I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.”—Henry David Thoreau.

If someone is still around me claiming to work for me, he or she hasn’t met doom yet, They will. No one will steal my labor again., My readers, when you buy better tell your friends so you get the books. Too much prejudice. Too much Evil. If I do not have my money in my hand no one gets any book. Ever. If there is a true God, sure he will bless the woman who works. Otherwise there is no such God. Those romanticized nothing(s) of no humanity are dead and gone. If you don’t believe wait for more of my books. There are too many scientific ways to die. No one will steal my labor again.

And the Zombies were born and had GREAT ROMANCE in the land of DROUGHT and PLENTY. because no one works.

A regime or the US government? NEWSFLASH my readers, the LYING RED CLOCK Is eastern RED. Crawling around always a thief -Eastern RED I call it.

When a romance writer asks a question that is too stupid, I just keep quiet because no matter it would seem like I’m belittling her thoughts. Because they don’t read. Ooops, I mean they don’t read science fiction, my science fiction. So I won’t. Don’t be a dumb head my readers, better buy. OMG! I could have said she’s an idiot or something, or didn’t she read this book or that. But they don’t read my books my readers. They don’t read the “write” books. THEY READ ROMANCE:

“The only one on the mountain THIEF! GEt down or fall!”

Here is an example of a low life thieving love:

My readers, there should a KILL THE FAT CAMPAIGN! No prejudice there. Just Nonents who take up (as you will see in my books) LIE spaces.

MY readers, wherever you see FAT, just put RED. Nobody should be a burden to another by a measure of weight. FAT is NONENT. Not human.