Eve’s Apple: The Sin Wasn’t The Fruit; You Just Shared It With A Fool

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To- Goddess Isis, My Love.
I write to heal and bring Your mind to ease. This whole book shows you that you’re the exact manifestor of all that I Need. One thing left though before we tap into complete equal unity: You owe me, after All I’ve done for you I plead for Millions of Dollars in finances And the immediate distruction of these hating ass Female humans on this Earth. These fucking bitches is starting with me again. Let’s bring grade 12 back on Steroids since they still think I’m a Kid. I want murder and pain to have them Go and- Meet You. Which means this ain’t War. They love to talk, so now that I’m done speaking, I’ll have them sent Up to You. And you know the rules- If she’s Leaving, She leaves everything I gave her, including the body made out of sand. I’m sick and tired. Get rid of them. FuckFuck Em.