I was a quiet woman with issues while someone was hunting me and using that Oracle. No accountability, and they used Putin with me on the floor. Uh oh. It involved Marilyn Manson who saw where I would live in 2 years, that horrible apartment. I have had a song from Britney Spears, too. It's like, well, I'm injured at the moment. Then I thought about myself, all those years I thought I deserved the torture. In the end, I hate you more than you hate me. And world peace.
Oh, look, all my fellow villagers are getting the word.
When I was in Virginia, I was tortured and was supposed to have my brain blown out by Marilyn Manson for saying that Patriot Missiles don't work and being a middle-class brat. They made me into a hypersexual pedophile, made my emotions go through roof and were stronger than words, and they would follow me with plates that said, "What slave?" I tried to get circumcised. You can't confess to any crime, not the blood.
I have no face and am a slave. Okay.
Yes, I had issues growing up that were extreme. All we needed was family therapy through a doctor. I found my issues were fun to mess with. I used to tell people my story and try to relate, but it becomes the game of suffering.
Calling me a housewife meant that you know nothing about me or my reasons for doing things.
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