John Lee Hooker--Face to Face Growing and GLOWING!

Awesome! Growing and GLOWING!

I shall never forget the terror in Chris' eyes! He was not only completely horrified, he was frozen, afraid to move.

For hours and hours , we sat in the exact same spot!

The place was some community recreation centerr in Hamlet, North Carolina. I was invited, mathy always invited herself.

For some reason I felt more "unwelcome" than I ever had. I never knew how to fit in, half of the Dawkins seemed to love me. The other half not ignored me but, the were quite snooty about it. One "first cousin" attended the college with me, passed me walking nearly everyday, never parted his lips.

Did it bother me? Of course it did. Did I always pretend that I didn't care? Of course.

Martha deliberately kept poor Chris "corned". The low closet whore/ordained pastor talked and talked, and talked. Hogged all the conversation. Did not dare permit to move!

No, s/he didn't say anything threatening aloud. s/he was just mathy being mathy, the same as t rump being t rump. BOTH PIECES OF SHIT!!!

martha was a closet homosexual , incestuous pedophile, just like t rump.

Of course I can't call this race. I do know it is all in Divine Order.

I do know that bottom feeding maggot that birthed me, preached repentance for her entire life.

When it came down to die, the low whore just laughed, bragged that s/he wasn't repenting for shit. So, rot SLUT! You are FLUNG!

BEAMING!!!

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