Prince was his name, but it’s what he was.

Purple conjures up wisdom in my mind.

Purple rain would be a wonderful thing.

I wrote 4 pieces today and this is my 5th.

Where’s the wisdom in writing so much when they have other shit to do?

You see I do it to myself.

Actually that’s my friends.

I don’t know how to explain channeling what I do and how. I just channel entities and stuff. Simple right.

Looking at it from this end, it happens in less than a blink of an eye.

The last time I said that I was referring to November back 2012.

I was in the dog run taking the dogs out. I was married to my last wife.

In my head I heard as I looked up “Time to go”

As I responded “no I’m not ready to go go back the house.”

From go to go took less than a blink of an eye, I remember.

What happened, I don’t know. However ever since then I used to know shit, that knowing got amplified.

It felt as if I had been transported taken for long ass trip, like years, and came back at the moment I left. I felt different.

I never have gotten a good answer about that. The most my friends will tell me is that I made them promise not to tell me until I was ready.

I don’t think I’ll ever be ready, I like being clueless on purpose.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.