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My lil brother name is won,he was known as magic won in the neighborhood because he was a poplock and break dancer when we were kids.during my ventriloquist amateur years won would take me with him to poplock and break dance clubs and parties.my lil brother was a awesome poplock dancer,one club he danced at,me and sammy would introduce him,it was us middle school kids in some kind of dance club hall or building where kids went to break dance and poplock and have rap battles with a Dj on turn tables.these were the days,when kids could be kids,(memories) .my lil brother won would tell the dj to give me a microphone to introduce him,it went something like this,Sammy and I would walk up to the microphone and sammy would say "did you see a astronaut and I would say here comes one now" and my lil brother won would moon walk on to the dance floor and start his dance.I remember those days of my lil brother dance moves just f**kin amazing!! spinning on his head,the worm,the heart beat,the vibrate,the tick,the spider walk,the wave,the electric boogaloo and on and on.in my semi pro ventriloquist career years I put dance in some of my shows.going to those dance clubs with my lil brother and being a part of the crew was fun!
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('THE SECRET ABOUT THE BIRDS AND BEE'S')
after working in the real world at a real job sixteen hours a day,when I came home from work my high school sweetheart would get me drunk and sit on my face,she loved sitting on my face to organism in my mouth then ride cowgirl, night after night she organism in my mouth, riding cowgirl her vagina would be slipper, I would be drunk and so tired but my wife didn't care because she said when she start ovulating she become a different person and become dick crazy,she said her body become hot and she just want dick,she said she try to control herself but the CURE for ovulating is dick,my highschool  sweetheart said when she begins to crave some dick she knows she going to start ovulating.... my highschool sweetheart was hot in her panties, now I know why I would wake up with her sitting on my face with her vagina in my mouth with her knees holding my arms down, moaning from her orgasming with passion, while performing oral on me,my wife knew how to have sex even though I was, SLEEPING!, many times I awake with a erection in my wife vagina, and what the fuck! boom! I go inside her, many times I asked my highschool sweetheart to awake me before sex but she says "I am your wife, that's my dick, I can have it anytime I want"..so I study my wife behavior and anytime I see any sign of ovulating I didn't go home or I would leave if I was sleepy and tired...as I became older, I understood why some women behavior is like flirting or friendly or being overly nice, and gentle when a man is around them, they're trying to control themselves but deep down inside, oh boy! yeah...
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'MY WITCHCRAFT IS GREATER THAN YOU'
when I died of a drug overdose in middle school I returned to earth as a different teenager..  before I died, I was just a everyday American boy living in California,nothing special,my brothers verbal abuse and physical abused me, my mother kept me as a "kept child" my little brother was my best friend,I was always a big fan of girls but they were not a big fan of me,my aunt was so nice to me and always baking cakes that I truly enjoyed...as a child I enjoyed writing and creative writing, I was a little boy with a big imagination,always at school looking out the classroom window daydreaming about running and playing, free from captivity, and free from bondage, free to speak my thoughts with no consequences, like white children..freedom from fear to roam when ever and wherever..when I awaken from my death of a drug overdose,I didn't feel like the little boy I was before,I return to earth with something or someone, and  this something or someone has a presence, mostly hovering above me, is it evil spirits or is it good spirits,I will say this, it only has a focus on me,I mentioned "are we witches" many times in this autobiography,when I mentioned are we witches that is the writing of the presence hovering above me,it is details of the presence of the spirit writing in me,also creating writer block so I don't give out too much information or secrets.
you may ask what is it if it's not good or evil spirits,could it be a guardian angel, could it be the holy spirit, the answer is neither..all I know is I died of a drug overdose,when I awaken from two or three days in bed of my body fluids,I open my eyes to see Sammy sitting on top of a ventriloquist trunk,when I stand up to get out of my bed there's a presence hovering above me gently laying me back down in bed. 

In vann duke and Sammy autobiography you slightly witness a peek at the work of the spirits,
I have witnessed and experience so much spiritual activity it makes me feel like a freak, I can ask them for anything,and most of the time they answer..I wish I could share much more with you about "are we witches" but the spirits that hovering over me will not allow me to..a few months ago a girl working a clothing store was killed by a homeless man, a girl working at burger king restaurant was shot dead by a robbery after she gave him the money,I cry out "DO SOMETHING!" shaking my fist at God, I quickly received images from the spirits taking me with the message of the truth about what happened to both employees.....I can not write of the spirits messages but they told me to write this: "oh Cain you fugitive"....parents and love ones need to get a lawyer,airlines employees need to get a lawyer....in the end "oh Cain you fugitive",I can't tell you what the truly meaning because of the society on planet earth today.
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