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Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes - Bad Luck (Official Soul Train Video)NO! Re-Think! Un-Wash Your brain

BEAMING IN THE BACKFIRE! Dancing on a dead, Mongrel Monstrosity's grave! YEEESSS! It feels good! 

Yes! I get up early Every Morning to Dance on that DEAD, rotting, sick, psychotic, immoral, cunning Viper's grave , these so called "Christians" demand I love, forgive automatically! Why? "Dat's yo'mama."

That is not what Jesus said you dim witted, illiterate, envious, jealous, fake Christ Lover. Jesus told us to shun the very presence of evil, not fix it, not be a low, common slut's footstool forever.

World that SLUT was NEVER  "a mother" to Anyone. WORLD! That wo/man that slyly slithered, venomously vexed,  the entire Walters/McPhail families for Eighty-Eight YEARS is finally DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!

Yes! At Seventy=One and sixteen days, I'm BEAMING!  I'm BEAMING with clarity! I'm HUMBLED! DELIVERED! Delivered from the foul clutches of a low, immoral, common maggot ! A fallen wo/man that WOULD NOT GET UP!  A stupid whore, dumb enough, common and carnal enough to , not only abort five of her own children! Flush them down the toilet , then taunt her surviving children by bragging about her cruel deeds every time one of her "lovers" escaped her world of fantasy.

In "mathy jane's" made up world s/he was a "High Yalla Princess" and All the wo/men wanted her. Yes, martha jane walters KNEW s/he was fine! Skin WHITE! porceline white! Hair Straight! Not one kink in it.

(Me laughing in)  In mathy's real world, s/he was a con artist at best.  PRED DUH TORY! DIS HONEST! HIGHLY UNTRUSTWORTHY!!! 

When one man escaped her dungeon of filth, mathy would engage in  a long ritual of transformation. First a long soak in the bathtub, followed by torturous garments designed to trick a man . (LOL) s/he put  on girdels and waist pinchers. Put on a padded push=up  bra.  No,  s/he deliberately refused to ever pad her flat ass, claimed her flat ass made her look "more white", which meant more desirable, which meant more money.

Then, I would watch her for hours applying Fashion Fair, wigs, yes, mathy loved to wear at least two at a time. After all of that, the finest garments money could buy.  Would climb in her Cadillac and head to "The Post".  Off to Fort Bragg! Usually the NCO club.  mathy never went for the officers of higher rank, they were too smart, and often too old.

Whorish? Yes! Extremely? Yes? World my "Birther" was a NYMPHOMANIAC !  Years and years before anyone in Wade Station, North Carolina knew what that was. Sure, it was a known fact that s/he as "Fast", "nasty", "common as bat shit".  The "Unknowing"  regularly pelted her with Insults  until s/he started fighting back with Voodoo and then there was that one bitch s/he had to stab. 

That slut marthsa would not only run straight to the Graveyard on your ass, s/he would always follow up with some "Shit". s/he would smear  a huge turd of her own fecal matter on your door.   Or put it in a letter, mail it to you.  Then play stupid, swear out You were the fool for believing your own eyes. (Wait) Then s/he would threanthen to put "roots" on you for "accusing" her guilty ass.(LOL)

WHY? DEMON POSSESSED! Totally unnecessary. Why satan? The low, ignorant, jealous, envious whore , always declared GOD was too slow.

No, NEVER in your life wo/ma, closet IMP,  that refused to get up ! The HOLY SPIRIT is Always right on time! BEAMING IN THE BACKFIRE!!!



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