Crimes at the speed of shit

The Caucasian tried to knock me off my naturally decent and dignified feet today with his red assed paint job white car as I was trying to walk across. I obeyed the law by waiting for the time for me, the pedestrian, to cross. I can walk straight my readers, while his drunk ass can’t walk straight, can’t walk. He’ll be running around in the speed of shit menacing innocent people like me. May all the goodness in this world deliver me from evil. He doesn’t know what I know or know I will know yet, but he running around with all the luxury he got trying to knock me off my decent and dignified feet. Sickening thought.

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whatever is going done monopoly?

My readers, I’ve been mainly preoccupied with editing and finishing Bami&the Time Weavers. Whatever is going on with UNITEDDEADCARE , OOPS, I mean UNITEDHEALTHCARE? What’s on over there?

On intelligent differentials and Planet 19

It is always logical, for a brained intelligent person to always be able to ask of what is impossible. if you know what is impossible, you can find almost everything applicable in what’s possible. Someone asked me indirectly recently, about the science of sight— how we see, why we see, what we can see but may or may not be there for instance. And I am reminded of two things. One, The fact that I am now more inclined to the view that sciences like physics and mathematics are highly differential to sciences like medicine and surgery. Medicine and surgery, will tell you what is there and how it works. They may be short-sighted and short handed in doing this. Physics and mathematics on the other hand, may be able to go from optics to quantum physics to show you the implications and applications of what must be there, what can’t be there and how they may apply in natural reality. Again, to acertain that something has no probability of occuring based on facts ensures the least reality of error occurrence. Impossibility matters. The other thing I was reminded of, was a novel I had planned for more than a decade now titled Planet 19, because I simply couldn’t fathom The implication that there are two Earths and life exists despite that. To Make Planet 19 possible, for 2027, please support the free books for life cause.

A question of ethics and mind states

My readers, existence can be essentially simple. For instance, there is no possible world in which I am not sitting iny east. Now, I know unintelligent stupid people who think they know a lot because they are very big existentially but have little fake monies may have a different East. I was just asking today my readers. Are stupid people inherently evil?

Facing life in the belonging

Facing life as a belonging is essential because it shows smart people what fake looks like where stupid people are a waste of time. While I was asking WRAY for the labor they claim his boys stole, I developed a passion for songwriting. Now I am into spiritual intelligence in a way I never thought possible. Who knows what belonging I have always had I never thought I could fully adopt. We don’t know the same things. I know Emerson, the dead spiritually intelligent ex pastor turned author I have admired, loved, never stopped loving for reasons I couldn’t truly comprehend since I met him intellectually. And they know Marilyn Monroe, also dead. I won’t have a reason to remember or find worthwhile the words or essence of Marylene Monroe for a fraction of a second. My cloak of “shame” as a degenerate retard once called it in his headless, thoughtless delirium, is becoming more fitting than I ever imagined. It’s time for WRAY to turn around and see himself in his own mirror(or is it mirrors?) rather than hiding his head in his tail—his tail in his head. You know, bullshit thingies. It shall be the lot of the hateful to hate their own selves. Amen. He certainly needs to face his own self in his own mirror. As you will discover in Bami&the Time Weavers, I have this very subtle habit of never letting bullshit stand. Wherever bullshit tries to hide, I will hunt it down scientifically and decimate it. And I am new in this discovery. I am yet to have knowledge and practice:

A tail to hide and other degenerate defects

Anyone who says love is easy or perfect is a raving lunatic. It is a reveling of extremes especially where there is great ignorance, merrymaking so to speak, while retaining yourself and your truth. It is extremely tough to do. Could I ever envy those who have things easy and not take away from this individualisy I am and love? In praying for great becoming, must I not invite the great overcoming of great struggles? And if I had all the money in the world, would I not be here where the human spirit thrives from the struggles with opposition, prejudice and great idiocy? Would I not choose not to run from hardships but confront it with as much grace as I can muster? Do these ills, these evils, not light my path towards my very own optimization? My mind can count all the bullshit around me and I still factor in states, conceptions, belief systems other than mine. Because I should always find a kind and decent way to express what’s wrong.

It is becoming in that it is my self causative sense of responsibility as being in the relative after all. Because if you do not know something is wrong or right, how can you ever express it. If you can’t express it, where is the revolutionary changes that matter to humanity? Are we all facing the future with the mentality of mobs, the replicating ease of AI? Are we going to face it in the way I know you’re going to know it through me? Not for the mere class and position expectations of it but in the continually realistic open indulgence in it. Is a tail to hide not of the head unfound? Nature, after all, if it is a reveler in time as I claim it to be, must give me what I deserve in life. How can you make humane and human relative changes in the age of evolving AI without qualifying intelligence? Spiritual Intelligence is not for the mob, it’s not for the commoner. It’s not for those who imagine love. It’s for those who live and breathe it with extreme potentiality. And may those who possess it with worthwhile purpose get what they deserve in life. Amen.

The theft theory

It seems to me in the genetic degeneracy expensed as the science of today, survival is a theft theory

On Christianity, science and fakeness

A pastor was the other than on red tube YouTube that Christian need to stop lying to black folks that Jesus is white. It was all laughable to me my readers. Jesus, of he existed and is not just stuff is fiction, wold have been born in the middle East which makes him a person of color. From my intellectual perspective, it doesn’t matter wether r they dressed him up as black or colored, Jesus as well as Caucasian’s are dark cored and reflective. What does it matter? Clearly truth is needed in more than religion. it’s needed in science. Science, somebody smart decent and dignified must do it. The one is supposed to do onto others as they’ll have dinner to them. The other to do no harm. May the decent and dignified be blessed in unexpected ways. Amen.

Of work and the unthinkable

I had a discussion today on how impossible it is to say that someone who is not a criminal, who was not born into wealth could possibly not have worked for her money. I am editing a book I know would have been impossible to publish under traditional publishing terms. I have a self imposed impossible to change delivery date of 12-30-2024. I am now doing the content-context editing which only the person who knows what she is doing and wrote the book can. And I really don’t want to do it. Too tired, anxious, managing the unmanageable metabolic syndrome. I really don’t wanna do it, yet I must and I want to, so I can start something fresh, something new and envisioning of the current generation like 2939. Which reminds me, in the future,I am going to have fully edited print versions of my digital works available in print on demand. You can show your support buting the print versions directly because some people only read print. I can’t imagine someone not working working could do the work of so many alone. Sickeningly unimaginable. Labor theft is never forgiveable, not for anyone that works. it’s a “I spit on your grave” kind of thing. It will never go away until there is justice.

Never met

I have never met anyone who didn’t respect me I truly respected or was able to love. My readers, has that happened to you.

The fate of heroes

I don’t have any luck my readers. Nothing has ever come easy to me especially when I deserve it. I hear heroes exist and win. I am yet to meet one. But when I do, I do believe heroes should win.

Life, trust and re-education

The 83rd school shooting was carried out by a fifteen year old female in a private Christian school, SAMANTHA—killed a teacher, a student and herself. There is a lot trustworthy of re-education due.

on solitude and freedom

The commoner’s harm

The commoners harm Download

Storytellers

Storytellers are amazing aren’t they my readers. Sometimes they can write their own stories before it happens. Sometimes they can write it after. They always write it.

Decency

I am more decently dignifiably inclined than otherwise. And I said nothing of WRAY’S resignation although I have my theories on his relationship with the Biden administration. So fishy. But why say anything momentarily when people like Matt Geitz despite all his faults can say it. Any old person can have WRAY’S hair can’t they?

Faults

https://edewrilmusic.bandcamp.com/track/faults

Meanwhile

If I were privileged, selfish and narcissistic my readers, I should have a couple of restraining orders against people. If for instance, you tell me not to come near you, I will try more than my best not to. Why stalk me? Meanwhile, my readers, a new song I couldn’t help but write

On faults

My readers, I couldn’t help myself. It’s the holidays, I’m lonely and alone. I’ve not met him. Will I evermeet him? Does he even exist or will he turn to dust when I turn around? Is he too stupid at 52-69 IQ to approach me? Too low IQ to just say hi? So I wrote a song about his faults titled “faults”, and my acceptance of them. And I danced and I smiled. So worth it. Enjoy it this holiday season.