If I never have the opportunity to impress any thing upon you, please understand that cruelty is not courageous. I did grow up with my mother grabbing me by the hand to brag about something she stole, or pilfered.
Dear LORD, how could I know that my mother was emotionally retarded? The bitch had Down Syndrome of the heart.
Her moral character was as retarded as those children that wait on the little short yellow bus. Bitch should have been required to wear a helmet and a fucking sign!
They should have put a sandwich board on that 'ho! I hate all niggers! Niggers and their family secrets. You dumb motherfuckers didn't protect me! You served me up! You served us all up!
No one should have been allowed to so much as spend the night with that fucked up, confused, didn't know if she wanted to be a woman or a man, jealous, lying, dirt chunking MONSTROSITY!
[Excerpt from The JR WALTERS CHRONICLES February 22, 2015 All rights reserved.]
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