Darling Baby, when I tell you my life is Awesome, believe me, it is! The Holy Spirit has landed me over here in beautiful southern California, with some fantastic, mysterious blessings.
Yes, I often just sit and BEAM, Glow, remembering , reflecting on the many, too many times, to count, my saviour has snatched me from one of mjw's foul, demonic, sick, perverted, schemes.
Yes LORD, I thank You! Openly! Loudly! I am not ashamed that a sick maggot birthed me, then proceeded to hold me hostage for sixty-two years! Grinning, pretending to be the exact opposite of what s/he always was.
If I regret anything , it is not examining my dead tormentor's body for any evidence of that huge big black dick, s/he always lived by. That thang still occupying the wh, has the damn nerve to pretend to rage against "Transsexuals". What the fuck is s/he?
I remember being fascinated , for hours, watching my "mother", "transform", prepare to go on Post to snare some innocent soldier. s/he would start out looking like the witch s/he really was. "Snaggle toothed", multicolored, hair thin , balding, no breasts, no ass. Two to three hours later, smeared down in Fashion Fair, girdles, padded bras and expensive perfume, a Queen , Queen Jezebel emerged to slay the innocent, every soldier's payday.
Age, race, rank , never mattered to mjw. While s/he did successfully rob them, money was never her goal, objective. mjw came to slay, to destroy, to wipe out your dream , all hope for a "Good life".
Yes, while the slut died "successfully", s/he never was. Yea, you dumb imps marched behind that stanking slut's casket. I DIDN'T!
Ova' here BEAMING! GLOWING in the knowledge, that sick slut didn't get me! Why? I read the Book!
Walters clan, pray for the courage to reverse the curse. Be truthful. Why are you still cloaking for a dead demon? It is 20?20 PTL!
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