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Can't Keep My Cool - Durand Jones & The Indications "Feeling Wonderful! Anyway"

Yes! I'm BEAMING! My Life is Awesome! Anyway! Yes! Anyway! "Fate" landed me in the clutches of a complete Succubus! A low slit for satan! A sadistic SLUT! The lowest whorish, viper to ever slither on this good Earth!
Yes, LORD! I'm Humbles! Blessed! Delivered! My JOY Bell is ringing!
I am finnally, actually laughing. That fe/male imp that birthed me, wsass so low, so common, so immoral, so despicable and disgusting, s/he tried to pass her rotting carcus as something worthy of praising.
"Fuck that bitch".  Low, summy whore, aborted her babies and was Proud! Counted her common, lying ass as special, something brilliant, some one GOD blessed, permitted to do wrong , all the EVIl s/he ever desired, forever, BECAUSE HER SKIN WAS WHITE!
A Water moccassin has white skin, too.
Yes, I'm BEAMING! While it is very true, the wo/man  that birthed me, never loved Me! No never! Not one day, in Sixty-two years. Not even now. Not now , as that stank whore is Flung! GOD don't want her,  and satan knows her skanky, lying ass is untrustworthy!
 So what? What did I miss? What did I lose? A common, demon possessed cruel , cold hearted, sadistic, psychotic , mongrel monstrosity,  that managed to fool far too many people,  for her entire , too long miserable existence.
So horrid, so stank, so unimaginative, so greedy, so selfish, so ignorant, the low whore for satan,  blasted her own father's heart out! Hated Me, and my first cousin, Carl Robinson, for knowing.
 


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