AWESOME! AWESOME! AWESOME! I sing gliding into the Joy always forbidden by the ignorant, racist, clown that birthed me. So? My Joy has never been decided by you or the likes of you.
You simple little pervert, too common, too despicable, too sorry, too lazy, too common , to dare hope to change, to slightly improve.
It is not how much money you have, possess, control and can begrudingly "hand out". It is not how brilliant your next scheme is going to be. It is not "color" and hair texture. It certainly isn't how many people you can "Con" and or terrorize.
It is "You", your "Id", your "essence". Please do not think you can force your dishonesty, pathological lying on me with your rage, guilt and "poverty",
No, I am not filthy rich. But, I have enough. Our Joy, my Joy, is where my heart is. UMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
BEAMING!
***THE GWEN DOSTER DIARIES***
Wednesday, December 30, 20/20
Wednesday, December 30, 20/20
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