“Honorary cousin,” yeah. Okay. Sure.

Lessons learned from a mentally ill man, in a prolonged manic episode, with multiple addictions, beating the P4P King with 4 knockdowns….

Nothing is set in stone.

I absolutely will become a millionaire off of my book.

My life will become a party.

Tons of champions will be on the cover of my book.

I’ll have a huge gorgeous house.

I’m going to get my Hyundai Veloster N… with fat racing tires.

I’m going to be such a successful writer, that me going off to write for the day is encouraged by everyone in my life.

There are so many more.

I felt like I was moved via sling shot from this festering highly karmic swap of dysfunctional dynamics and ugly personalities and oppressive environments, through the sky, through every later of the atmosphere into a boxing ring in the thermosphere.

Kell is across from me and we’re surrounded by the deep rich heavenly blue of a negotiated liaison between earth and space.

“You ain’t want it, boi!”

I smile.

And we charge at each other.

I fight for peace. I fight in hopes that one day I won’t have to, that a paradise on earth awaits me, and that’s its as beautiful (and more) than the nicest days of my life so far.

The same universe that gave me the problem punishes me for having it.

“We are the gods of the atoms that make up ourselves but we are also the atoms of the gods that make up the universe.”

• I cannot live with hate in my heart. Not anymore. The thing I hate them for is not worth hate. It’s not worth me being brought down that low and experiencing “that.”
• Self-love can’t be a causality of many responsibilities. I can’t be “okay” not getting sleep.
• The people I see the negative in, also have love inside them too.
• Its the end of the road for my sleep behavior. The universe will no longer accept it from me.
• I have heaven awaiting me if I heal my sleep disorder, hell awaiting me if I don’t.

I can’t believe how unimaginative and downright lazy these p*******ers are