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BEAMING!!!

Finally "Understanding" : "Count it ALL JOY!"
Yeeeeeesssssssss!
I'm pure Marveling!
BEAMING!!!
BOASTING!!!
HAPPY MOTHER"S DAY
TO ME!
HAPPY BLESSED MOTHER'S DAY TO EVERY THROWED AWAY BABY ON THIS PLANET EARTH!

YEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!
I'm BEAMING IN THE BACKFIRE of a Hue-Man Demon
A Fallen wo/man that Flat Refused to ever attempt to get up!

An Imp!
A Hard Headed Menace to Sociery that spent Eighty=Eight Years viciously attacking and demeaning any and ALL that dared to try to LOVE her

FOUL is FOUL 
And 
I KNOW FOR A FACT MY LORD AND SAVIOUR JESUS CHRIST DID NOT SUFFEWR< SHED HIS PRECIOUS BLOOD FOR ANYONE TO STILL LIVE IN FEAR AND SECRECY OF THAT DEAD DEMON!

Yes, I count it ALL JOY! I certainly do. If that closet HOE MO SEXUAL I accidently married had been anywhere near a decent hue-man being, rather than a sick, sadistic, jealous, envious, Pathological Liar. Just like My "BirthER", I would have been stuck with the low slut.

I took "Vows"!
Did I keep them?
I SURE DID!

Did He?
NO!NO!NO!

The low whore was a slut for Other "MEN"!

Yes!
The Bitch LOVED DICK!!!
The stanking 'hoe loved dick so much, he deliberately treated Me like Celie in the Color Purple!

World! That low whorish prostitute was DISEASED! 
ILLITERATE!
GREEDY!
NO MANNERED!
PREDATORY!

A  total waste of hue-man flesh?
NO!!!
Not at ALL because her possessed the One Sperm I needed !

AWESOME!!!

HAPPY BLESSED MOTHER"S DAY TO ALL THOSE THAT HAVE OVERCOME THE DEVOUR-ER

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