The Horse - Cliff Nobles & Co. (1968) Thank You for this Memory, Dear LORD

Yes, I was prancing, dancing! Living! LIFE - ING!!! Little did I know what a creep my "mother" was.

Our illustrious leader, the now famous Band director, Mr. Paul Russell, chose me, selected me, Rachel Gwendolyn "Doster" to be one of his "Majorettes".

I was so glad to be chosen, Se- LECTED! I was in disbelief. I did take Majorette lessons from the "all white" Recreation Center on Haymount Hill, I was aiming for Fayetteville Terry Sanford High School. They refused to let me try out. Said I was not "qualified". I couldn't read music.

Nothing but "demonic". Nothing but another louse-y, lame excuse.

I wanted to be a Majorette so desperately, I changed schools, went to EE Smith, and became a MAJORETTE!

I was beautiful! So beautiful, my deeply jealous, envious, demon possessed "mother", not only refused to take my picture, the low whore for satan, threw "Graveyard dirt" on me!

s/he loved it! Low key bragged about it until the day s/he finally died.

Sure, far too many called her "Reverend". The low whore was never reverent in anything s/he did.

A coward! How hard is it to beat , rape, burn, brand, molest, abort, your own child, children ? Especially ifthey have "dark skin". Someone helpless? Who is going to care? Ever?

Shame on you martha, and shame on all of us, for trying to love your despicable, low life, so long!

Shame on every t rump supporter!

Shame on every predatory, pathological liar, screaming about skin color, gender, wealth.

You know you are lying!

You know you are DESPICABLE!

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Johnny Jones & The Johnny Jones Singers 1972

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Cold Sweat (1967 Version) I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!!!

YES! I should have known better but, I didn't. I had just won a house, solid red brick, huge on a half acre of land. World, it was beautiful, my own little paradise! So beautifully decorated. One room, my "Ego Room" lined with plush blood red carpeting, double coushioned, huge windows that looked out on an Apple tree. My backyard was lined with beautiful shurbery. Not only was I enjoying my perfect paradice, I was young! BEAUTIFUL if I must say so myself. Tiny, petit, one hundred and ten pounds soaking wet. Hair luxurious. Shape like a Coke bottle! I only had one problem; my birthER; a low slut named martha jane walters! HORROR UNLEASHED!!! Chill, the bitch is dead, done rotted and gone back to the hell s/he escaped. Yes, the stanking whore actively stalked me for sixty-two years. No more BITCH! You DEAD! LET YOUR DEAD ASS STAY DEAD! I do have one question, where did you find that fucking "thang", you deliberately manipulated me into marrying? You going to H...

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