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RAY CHARLES - YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YES!!! AWESOME!
Time: (late) 1950s
Place: 6C Honeycutt Road, Fort Bragg, North Carolina
Condition: Enslaved by my perverted, psychotic, sadistic, birth mother; martha  jane walters hodges doster watson lamoureaux

Dear World; please accept these "Confessions of a RunAway Teacher" as the 'WHOLE TRUTH!!! AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH!!! SO HELP ME GOD!!!"

First, permit me to brag a little extra, to strut a little longer, hold my head a little higher,  to take a few moments,  to thank The HOLY SPIRIT,   while admiring " a little bit of me".  (Picture me BEAMING)


DELIVERED!!!

How did I do it? IT wasn't me, IT IS THE HOLY GHOST!!!
I do have to LOL, knowing, imagining , what that old slutty,  mathy jane,  really felt. What a piece of shit!!! A fe/male/male djt-rump, from 1925. HORROR UNLEASHED!!!
 Baby RAPE!!! MURDERS! MAYHEM!!! HIDDEN IN THE KKKHURCH!!!!
Bitch!!!
"What is done in the dark, shall surely come to light."
If you ever, seriously believed in your "Madame Watson" persona, "Alter Ego", you were stupid.
If you ever believed your white skin, straight hair, flat ass, thin lips, European features,  were gifts from GOD , you were stupid-er than STUPID, STUPID!
I do appreciate your "Horror"; paving the way, alerting me ,  because that functional illiterate, that man of perdition, orange sack of shit, IS YOUR TWIN!!!
DESPICABLE!
You made us lose everything my grandfather left for us. That damn djt sold us out to Russia with his common, stank, "treacherous treasonous" ass.
That bitch said s/he is "TIRED OF THE TRANNY OF DEI!!!!!!!!!!'" ...and nobody said SHIT!!!
I HIGHLY REBUKE BOTH OF YOU!!!

BEAMING!!!

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