Skip to main content

I Like The Way You Love Me - Brenton Wood from the album Oogum Boogum

My Journey has been AWESOME! Every single minute. The love My grandfather, My GrandDADDY, ROME WALTERS,  always had for Me. I mean Always! Nothing but compliments!  Nothing but high Praise! Not one complaint, not one,  EVER!

 Never one cross word, never one lie!  I know for a fact, Mr JeROME WALTERS always loved Me. He never had to feign or pretend. No, he was never too busy, and yes , he let me vent.

 Why?

 He was honest. He never had to resort to manipulative "head games". He never tried to guilt train Me into silence.  He NEVER said so much , NEVER so much as insinuated , what all of my relatives and friends have indicated, and tried to force upon Me, all my life.  "Why can't you just shut the ****up?"  "Why can't you let by-gones be by-gones?"  Why can't you pretend that low life, demon possessed, vile, incestuous pedophile was a good person, an ordained minister?"  "WHY CAN"T YOU JUST FORGET IT?"  "Why does anyone have to know?"

"Why can't you rank people by color, money, gender? WE DO!"  "Why don't you know your place?" "Just shut the fuck up , already. We certainly intend to keep the hell away from your talking ass!"

"We know the slut was a loose Maggot but,  s/he was Our loose Maggot. We are ashamed but,  We still fear the dead 'hoe."  "Plus, it is easier to make you feel like ****! We hate you anyway. You "Too Black"! "You too old!, You are fucking useless!"  "Always dreaming."

Yes, My GrandDADDY loved Me. I believe that .38 bullet, that low slut mathy blasted into his innocent, eighty-four year old heart,  was really meant for Me.  It had to be. The low whore went from giving Me, Us,  hot soapy enemas, scalding, burning, branding,  lusting, raping , murdering ,( I do not know how many times over) , to stalking, to finally being throw into her dirty little grave to ROT.

 NO ONE WAS GOING TO BE SUCCESSFUL IN ANYTHING, under marhy jane's watch.
Always physically and verbally abusive, martha jane walters always used her "Gifts" for personal greed and lust. 

 "Hell No ! I'm not forgetting, I'm I'm NOT shutting up!


Of course that low slut was mad because s/he was unable to lure me back into her lair, her web of psychotic madness , the Christmas of '78.  Just who would want to be "Home" with you , low bitch? Stank 'hoe! Kept up nothing but , Drama and sick lies FOR EIGHTY EIGHT *********** YEARS!!!  You fucking,  greedy,  robber bitch! You never let Me have over twenty dollars in your damn greedy ass, lying, lustful presence!

You robbed your own children, YOU RAPED YPUR OWN CHILDREN! YOU MURDERED YOUR OWN CHILDREN! YOU MURDERED YOUR OWN FATHER!!!

You low, sick, demented demon possessed whore, you pimped your own family and friends,  just so you could gamble. You low life lying whore,  that chose to die unrepentant. I WILL NOT KEEP SILENT FOR YOU!!!

I'm glad "you dead 'hoe".  Ironically, I am also glad that you did live, that you did involve your lying , stanking ass self  , all up in My business.  Because low, demon possessed,  slutty, 'hoeish viper, I would have been just like you, if you had dared to love me.  To ever sincerely show me any kindness.

IT IS ALL IN DIVINE ORDER! All low life sluts like you,  sitting up in churches , with your common , lying asses, shall be known!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

THE RASCALS - GROOVIN ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON.wmv

AWESOME! AWESOME! AWESOME!  When I tell you, Dear Children; "GOD is Good all the time! All the time GOD is good!" That is real, that is Not just what I've been taught. I have lived it, my entire life.  I know it for myself! Please understand, that statement doesn't mean you shall not have struggle , your whole life. It merely means, no matter what,  old lying, envious, jealous evildoers,  throw at you, The HOLY SPIRIT  shall deliver you.  All you have to do is ask. No, you don't have to be a "good person" or a "Christian in good standing", in order to be delivered from the clutches of your many enemies, seen and unseen.  By "good person" I mean,  what this World means; you go way out of your way to prove to the preying eyes of the public, to the "wo/men" in charge,  how perfect you are.  You follow ALL of the rules. You shall never disappoint your oppressors by actually thinking for yourself. You love impressing your oppress...
Post a Comment
Read more

Can you BEAM, Pimp, Strut and REJOICE all at the same time?

Yes,  you can if you are me. Praise the LORD! Thank You for Your BACKFIRE! My mongrel, maggot, manipulative, demon possessed birther is yet rotting in a tiny scrap of earth , in Spring Lake, North Carolina.  Just as happy as a dead contented coon can be.  A nice plot in a “white cemetery “ , according to her ignorant, “Diamond and Silk” coon ass. My grandfather, Jerome Walters, the only one that truly deserves honor, is somewhere resting in a place evildoers , like his horrid daughter,  can’t touch. On the banks of the Cape Fear river away from this madness. No, his grave is unkempt, overgrown, unmarked. ( Just hold on a little while longer.) Miserable, jealous, envious, vacuous and corrupt, s/he threw him away, the same as s/he did us. If Martha Jane Walters could not use you for sexual gratification, sadistic supply , ridicule, or financial gain, you were going to be gone. No one prettier, smarter, or had fifty more dollars , was allowed around that malig...
Post a Comment
Read more

Gil Scott Heron- Angel Dust BEAMING!!!

THIS is the song that was "Bumping" , really blasting from my first floor apartment on Camp Creek Parkway, in College Park, Georgia around 1977. I was extremely puzzled, confused.  I was not in the habit of leaving my music on while I worked as a Middle School teacher in Sandy Springs. Yes, my commute was long, over thirty miles one way. Worse, no matter the time of day, 285 ; The Deathway Perimiter was going to be congested, bumper to bumper. So bored, so young, so carefree, I smoked a joint, laughed and flirted with the Long Distance truck drivers I jocked with for at least an hour and a half, each day, each way. Stop, go, puff puff! Was I happy? Hell YES! Did I (falsely) believe the perfume I splashed on my hands , and face concealed my little "practice"? Evidently I did, or I just didn't care.  Not only that, I carried a PISTOL! (I lived in the 'Hood, alone. "Carrying" was Common Sense! The fact I never committed one homicide , when , to this d...
Post a Comment
Read more