The real criminals- showing up in n****r clothing

My readers, it merely takes time before the real thieves and murderers show themselves–Caucasian females. So minding my little inferior self when 5 Caucasians came my way reminiscent of me telling the police to get out of the fool’s backyard, and all path to my genetic nigger space relative to the dark black male. Could more evil and harm be building up against this truth loving dignified black woman? None other than Caucasians so self deluding and needing psychotherapy to love themselves they showed up in my nigger clothing

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On the yet unexplored science of cognitive conception and perception

My readers years of living a natural life as a black woman makes me an expert in telling simple and complex differences between naturally occuring black people. They are quite immensely differentiating than they know. Do you know my readers that in the dark, my dark, the genetuc nom-degenerative, the differentiating x dark, not some fake darkness parasitic and opportunistic outsider make-belief, you can not tell the difference between black and blue. That is how close they are. In the complex it is and integrating naturally folding spariotemporal phenomena. That is how close and far together they are. Who has the natural and genetic right to tell such a difference.

That is science. Someone smart and of the correct IQ must do it. In the dark my readers, my dark, not some fake dark some nonentity non differentiating x perceives, you may not be able to tell the difference between black and red. No doubt you have to be present and in the present to do it. You need dynamic spariotemporal differentiating ability to do it. The Einsteinian inertial can’t do it. Yet the most dynamic of these ability is telling the difference between the blue and the black in my dark. No doubt this woman has work to do in natural science. May everything good, dignify, decent and humane in this world bless me. Amen.

My readers, I must say that my love for black women is unending, nevertheless it is neither a fault nor a short coming. Maybe then they’ll stalk me less? Or the fact that they’re not the only women that do. When outsiders do for parasitic opportunistic reasons, it feels like creeps trying to crawl through them to me. Doesn’t feel good. Unfortunately I can’t control what people do. Scolding them openly hasn’t worked. My life I must live as it is mine to live. Yet I must say it.

I am so immensely grateful for the fact that people don’t stalk me for the same reason they stalk the Kardashians. It is immense responsibility, immense humanity, immense humility, immense truth, immense spirituality, immense trust I will never take for granted. It is calling for more investment in the same. It is also the most unimaginably beautiful ugliness the world can ever conceive. My readers, thank you so much, for being on this journey with me.

edewlogics, a talent for liberty.

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Of moments and potential

These seeming harmful efforts by these idiots who never get near me is bringing me back to life and potentiality for someone hopefully worthy of me. I have been gone for too long, it’s crazy. It’s crazy how life happens. I am glad for every waking moment of potential. May we all get what we truly deserve in the end. For those who steal life, labor, liberty, demean their own lives.

Traits

If one knows why men truly bully women, one should be smart enough to underestimate the effect of the underlying trait, the bullying. It’s a sign of stress but never for whom it should never concern I must say. Am I correct my readers?

Prices versus luck

i have never met something I have or own I have never paid a price for, a lot more times a heftier price I don’t deserve. For once, I will like life to surprise me for no reason at all. That never happens. I have no luck.

My love for simplicty

My love for simplicity is immeasurable. I mainly wanted to be an author, buy a reasonable home in some remote part, be a lifelong learner, grow some of my food, get along with people as best as I can. . Hard knock. Life had other plans. I make the most productive best of it. I hate expectations my readers. I have none for the same reasons I hate perfection. Outside my phobia, life is pretty simple it is unbelievable. How anyone could believe otherwise is unthinkable.

When

Power is a very uninteresting dynamics when you’ll rather have love and easefull companionship, ain’t it readers?

What I am grateful for today

Sometimes knowledge and ownership of knowledge especially in places unexpected is more a case of responsibility rather than trust. It is a journey that needs and deserve blessing as it is perfected so trust is earned in both the subjective and the objective. Hard knock. Today I am glad and grateful that I am able to use a natural remedy, intermittent fasting. It is able to help contain my irritability which seems unending (and which I know based on future prospects will worsen from environmental exposure). As usual, I love it be ause it is natural and it is my control on my will and needs, I intend to adopt it fully and for life while I eat what I want on some other days. So, as it is in my books when I share, I will share the beneficial effects or defects of this journey in reasonable time when I have experienced and experimented with it. I am a patient person but refrain pragmatically, being a thoughtful ethical person, from being a fool or a wicked or evil person. If I it’s true, decent and humane, I will share. For everything else, there is the sickening modern media complex. To support, support the free books for life cause or music by ril. Thank you for being here.

of words, functionality and effects

If whatever you say is accepted in modes more than one for transformative functioning, you’re very much luckier than you thought you were.

The silliness beyond mundane

I think when something is mutual, it must be felt by both parties involved. I know what I am saying seems silly. Silly but not jargon. It must be said.

About the moment

There are many things that are transactional and intellectual in life we make believe are merely emotional. Things we are taught to belief, not necessarily know. One of such is how you want to live the rest of your life from some point. If you have a choice in such, it is one of the greatest privileges life can afford. Near death experience teach you a lot about what may be beyond a moment than the moment can know.

A day in the life

Here’s a day in the life of this inferior, unattractive, unintelligent, unknown black woman. I am being stalking openly by a mentally deranged man while parasites evil de yellow snake piggie is running around trying to to crawl under my skin and become me, I am managing a diet in a much unfortunate yet efficiently adequate manner while I am mourning the loss of summer against the burgeoning harshness of the cold, also while I am configuring to write a new song for bluesie. I know this poor woman is inferior, unattractive, unintelligent, unknown but damn. Amidst all this music is catharsis. is there a new song around the corner? My readers, I am suffering.

On inaction and doubt

My readers, while there may be exceptions to some reasonable facet of the norm, is it unreasonable to say inaction is accompanied by doubt to some extent it may be completely overwhelmed by it?

On bullets and music news (it’s crazy my readers…no doubt…)

FBI says Trump was indeed struck by bullet during assassination attempt

https://apnews.com/article/trump-bullet-shrapnel-ronny-jackson-christopher-wray-cb780b9d1a078f0be4191682e75101cf?utm_source=copy&utm_medium=share

The FBI’s apparent reluctance to immediately vouch for the former president’s version of events has also raised fresh tension between the Republican nominee and the nation’s premier federal law enforcement agency, which he could soon exert control over once again.

“Did you see the FBI today apologized?” he asked. “It just never ends with these people. … We accept their apology.”

My readers, this is not good because it is more dignified to admit faults than cover up. Covering up is a crime after all. It was laughable when I first heard it. My readers, you mean that there is a possibility a killer climbed a roof that should have been covered ordinaryly by professionals but did not aim for Trump at a Trump rally. Absolute abject bullshit. If Cropks had succeeded he would have died in near perfect infamy. Now, history won’t list him like that. He definitely took that shot and aimed Trump. My readers, meanwhile DUSTS OFF ME releases this Friday. Two new awesome songs I know you’ll love and a list of songs very close to me. 12 songs. Buying this album will be smarter than buying the singles. Keep your receipts for the Jazz Clouds events. This qualifies for #1 criteria. Thank you for being here.

Of simplicity and the need for interaction

There are things I work hard to bring to any relativistic table, even for. But the best things I bring to a is me, my being , my consciousness engaging with someone else. I don’t want that tainted or degraded by unseemly and untrustworthy people. I have learned these lessons. Company is sanctity I will never choose to betray and must ask for same. A crush is an abstraction that may seem a punishment if not ignited. Life can go beyond it. Thus reality must demand a meeting of minds, an interview for a true interviewer, a mutual interview. History teaches what evil, what harm may lay in inactivity. Life ignited, could be the beginning of an awesome story that must tell itself, no longer dictated by evil. Let it breath life or let it die. No more caps drawn low, heads down, walking by. I’ll like a dish of American pot pie. My readers, do you not like American pie when offered? Delicous if offered.

If

Life is a theatre they say, until it becomes a tragedy. If there is a mystery, I’ll certainly love to solve it..

When

When the culprit visits the scene of the crime only too often, you can wonder if the job of the security is insecurity.

On states and potentialities

What a lucky-lucky man, is what I think of when I think of a mate. Not for any grand scientific reasons but from a true knowledge of self, spirituality, readiness and conscious will to love with devotion and commitment. Yet, I am Emersonian my readers. I believe true luck is eventually a measure of conscious and subconsciously willed desert. I couldn’t but if I could throw out the suffering, I wouldn’t throw out the fervent need to live and love meaningfully and purposefully.