Let me put it to you Gize... What do you do, rather, how would you respond if your best friend rips out your still beating heart, puts it in your face, spits on it, slams it to the ground, STOMPS on it, then whips out his dick and pisses all over it ? Wait there's more ~~~~~ Then he saws your skull, scoops out your brain, and PUBLICALLY compares it to pigeon shit in the gutter on Atwells Avenue, in Providence, Rhode Island ????? Wait there's even STILL MORE ~~~~ then he tells you your gonna be a CO-Author for a book he wants to write, except, NO you AIN'T gonna be no CO-Author, you're gonna be his secretary/translator/psychic/janitor. NOW what would be your response ? I thought so.
Ya know Kidz, life sometimes unfolds alarmingly slow, so slow you can't detect even the slightest movement. Sometimes it unfolds so kwikly, it becomes a blur, again undetectable, maybe even INVISIBLE. And then there's the Sometimes where there is no unfolding whatsoever, when things are at a standstill, silent and incoherent, when there is no air to breathe, when Reality is a Vacuum. Here it is where this Vacuum sucks the Life from you. Life is code for Spirit, the Essential Force of Nature's Creativity.
That's what happened to me.
I should have seen it coming.
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