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THE IKETTES - I'M BLUE (THE GONG GONG SONG) RARE CLIP 1965 ***BEAMING***

YES, I'm BEAMING! BRAGGING!PIMPING  on my Dead "BirthER's" grave!
YES! LIFE is AWESOME! Don't you dare lie! Please STOP  fearing! Can't you see, they have NO POWER!
My dad slutty ass "mother" NEVER had any Power! The low whore for satan was a BULLY! Period. Of course s/he always claimed to be this notorious "Root Worker". True, s/he had quite a following. Never saw a broke day.  But, was NEVER honest! (A born thief) World, my "mother" would steal the butter out of a biscuit. Her rational made sense to me...we used to be slaves, "they",  YT, never paid us, so therefore, anything they had and "we" needed GOD didn't mind if "we" stole it.
It made sense to me. We even had a name for it; "pilfering", just taking shit from your job because it was actually "lame" and stupid not too.
"Just don't get caught!".
Did I "pilfer" copy paper from my job? Hell yes! Pens, pencils, maps, books, etc. I never stole a Computer like so many others. I had the audacity to think I had morals. It was probably more "fear". I never was a big thief. I just always believed that I was "entitled" .  After all, I worked "feverishly" and was always UNDERPAID!
My point is this; CHILL! Please smoke a "joint"! Stop trying to be perfect. Jesus wasn't perfect and he was GEE ZUS!!!
While it is very true, my "mother" was truly, was indeed, always fucked up, s/he did finally die. And I did finally "figure"her deep , secret HATRED  for me, for us, BACKFIRED!

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