Growing up in Spanish Harlem

Welp… I did it. I went to rehab. Now I’m living in sober housing in Spanish Harlem. I’ll write more about it one of these days. I been  been attending a lot of groups so I don’t have much time.

Checking for Plagiarism

I’ve been creating a field guide for peer support for a while now. There is so much information that I get overwhelmed at times. At first I had just copied and pasted info into the guide. When I decided I needed to reorganize the info, I ended up losing a lot of the source data.

An ongoing commentary about God…

We’re running out of time. A time that seems so trivial to a species who believe they were born of God. And yes, this may be true, I mean obviously. If we were not born of God then what were we born of? Nothing? Even if we were born of nothing, then nothing is our God because nothing created everything. Or some krazy multi-demensional conspiracy? That is quite an amusing thought but let us now think with our super-computerlike brains for a sec.

Going Back to Rehab

I moved back to NYC from CT a year ago. I wanted to go to rehab when I first came back but it wasn’t in the cards. My brain has been running on empty for years now and I can’t take it anymore. Something’s gotta give.

WordPress editor sucks

I’m super annoyed right now. I don’t know what the Block Editor is for anyway. I suppose it’s for the fancy layouts, but it does me no good when I’m trying to post from a phone and can’t do Shift Enter to create the next line. So I use the Classic Editor which shows up […]

My Rhymez

Sigh… I’ve been looking through my old rhymez I wrote back in the day when I was all messed up in the head. I have no words. Half of them don’t make any sense whatsoever. What the… I’m speechless… I just… I can’t…

How I became Reptilian

I knew from the moment I met him that he was no good. Curly hair slicked back, leather jacket, standing on the corner. My sister asked him for a cigarette. A moment so insignificant at the moment. A moment that I would never escape. He set his eyes on me, and I became prey to an illusion that still captivates me to this day…
To be continued…

Oh Damn

I wrote in my last blog that 6,000 years of Prophesy against this wicked system ended in 1974. It was actually 1874. My bad. I have a tendency to never thoroughly edit what I write. Sometimes I’ll review things I wrote when I see them In my stats and they will be full of errors. I gotsta stop doing that…

What the…

Why do my drafts keep publishing themselves? I think it’s my phone. It stays buggin out. Anyhoo, if I can stop rhyming for five seconds maybe I can get a move on with the Scriptures. Lemme try to get something published by tonight… Ready… Set… Wait… I think I got another rhyme…

Falling Back in Love with Scriptures

I’m working on my first post about the Scriptures titled, “The Church and the State are Prophesied to Ruin,” and my once overwhelming passion for Scripture is flooding back into every orifice of my being. At one point in life, I was obsessed with Scripture, poring through every book, connecting the puzzle pieces into one mindblowingly prophetic epiphany.