Let me tell you why Lewis Dvorkin irks my soul. He lets me go around preaching Black Jesus for YEARS, only to be him. Another distorted parable so Satan could deceive you, ensuring you’d be unable to recognize your savior (read Lewis Dvorkin Is Jesus, Shiva & Horus). Make no mistake, we challenged each other all the time. Arguing is one of our things. It didn’t matter how trivial the issue, we both simply wanted to be right. One time we had a push-up contest in his room, after I tried lifting him up for the millionth time. Explaining I didn’t understand how he could be so skinny and this heavy. Lewis bragged that it was pure muscle, flexing his bicep, kissing the bulge. “I have one too,” I pumped my arm. Mine was a third his size; he called my muscle puny and questioned my ability to do push-ups. At that point I wanted to shut him up. Did I lose? Yup. Did he clap in between push-ups after annihilating me? Correct. Did he show off using only using one arm? Yes. Mind you he critiqued my form, accusing me of cheating. Needless to say, we have no qualms coming for each other. The pettiness doesn’t end at Black Jesus.
In 2020, the year the scale tipped to evil, a teenager who died for three minutes came back to life, reporting God was wearing Timberlands. I thought it was black b.s, cause we play too much. His statement was so absurd it stuck with me for literal years. Why would he say that? The most ridiculous thing I’ve EVER heard. Upon realizing my twin flame is Jesus, it all came full circle.
Every year at East Side Middle School all the black and Hispanic kids wore Timbs for winter. You couldn’t tell me NOTHING about my black suedes bb. Nothing. Lewis noticed and started wearing Timbs to impress me. He was incredibly nervous the first time he rocked them, usually he’d be in Doc Marten’s, this was big, big news. The most popular boy, anything Lewis did was talked about. We made eye contact, he was mad timorous so I made sure to compliment him beyond telepathy. Jonathan wasn’t lying, God was wearing Timbs, because he saw Lewis Dvorkin. Who 100% knew this would get my attention.
“Black people are just cooler than white people,” he told me, after accurately describing how my braids were done. He loved black shit. He was actually down and had swag. The only person who ever asked me how it felt to be one of the few black people in our circle, exclaiming how much that sucks, wanting to know if I was okay. He wasn’t fake woke, nor innately racist.
“You’re not a goody two shoes, you get angry about stuff. I love that about you.”
“Like an angry black woman?” I chided.
“No, I mean like fiery, you stand up for things.”
“I know that’s not what you meant. I was joking.”
”We don’t joke about racism,” he chastised me. I ended up apologizing…like what? Lewis was also the person who taught everyone what cultural appropriation was, after a Puerto Rican girl put cornrows in his hair during class. He felt terrible, elucidating why. It spread throughout the grade. If it weren’t for him, none of those white kids would’ve known who the Wu-Tang Clan was. Lewis put them on to C.R.E.A.M, almost a decade later. Those same kids had the audacity to tell me they were a new group. Invalidated, I got the other black kids, Wesley, Malcolm & Robbie (rip) involved. We dragged them, sick of their micro-aggressions. Copying Lewis, but not really about that life. Whatever Lewis did, everyone followed. Him being Jesus totally makes sense.
The reason Lewis Dvorkin wanted to be petty in both these instances, is because I verbally eviscerated him in front of everyone debating over gum wrappers. He started it. I was minding my business. We shared the same desk in 7th grade. During his English period, he decided to sit improperly, causing the desk to topple over and all the gum wrappers I’d procured to follow suit. He had to stay behind and clean up almost 100 foils. Furious he wants to know who the culprit is. I fess up to it, my confession gets back to him and he demands an apology. Drawing doodles calling me a litterbug, leaving them as notes for me. Treating me like an environmental terrorist.
First off, I was out to prove our teacher Margaret was lying, saying she cleans the desk daily. It had absolutely nothing to do with him. Lewis is so influential he turns the entire grade against me. People are asking me if I’m going to apologize, what am I going to do, I need to say sorry. The final straw was when he stood seven feet away and got his girlfriend to tell me he expects a public apology afterschool. Long story short I debated him after crumbling up his doodle, tossing it in the trash and destroying him in front of everyone. If he wasn’t sitting like a fucking animal, he never would’ve known those wrappers were in there. In fact neither Lewis or the other desk-mates knew about them for months prior to the incident. Later on, taking it upon himself to monitor my wrappers, Lewis diagnosed me with having an oral fixation (how I became interested in psychology). He’s not a therapist and needed to mind his business. Instead he disposed of my work everyday, angering me. Turns out he saved my gum wrappers, returning them on the last day of school for Margaret to clean. The most romantic person I’ve ever met.
Why was I arrested on March 15th and not March 17th, L’wren Scott’s death anniversary (read Melanie Hamrick’s Criminal Directory)? Because Mick Jagger was stalking Stephen Dvorkin’s blog, Lewis Dvorkin’s father and ruler of the afterlife (read Mick Jagger Will Suffer The Most) and chose the only date referencing my baby. Confirming what he did to us. Do note the time I signed this front desk ticket is also the date of his death, synchronicity.
His father wrote this blog post July 18th 2020, two years before my arrest.
Lewis Dvorkin wasn’t a drug addict, he was trying to stop his soul from burning. He died swallowing the poison that threatened the world like Shiva, sacrificing himself like Jesus, because Mick Jagger was going to kill me (read Jaquana Cornelius Is Kali Ma).
“Don’t worry, I’ll never let anything happen to you. That’s why I’m going first, to protect you.” He revealed immediately after deflowering me at 15. He spoke cryptically, knowing I’d die for him without thinking twice, subsequently ending civilization. Even Shiva becomes Shava, unable to move, without Kali (Shakti). Lewis Stephen Dvorkin was light years ahead of us. A genius. A hero. The other half of my soul, eternal lovers. The only person who can tell me what to do, Kali & Shiva. Via: Jaquana Cornelius, IFunny and JudgmentsHere
Updated: 7/2/2025 11:37am