It was Christmas Eve in a year that shall remain unidentified. I was in a drab room at the Miami Airport Marriott, writing my suicide journal. I wasn’t melodramatic or even frantic, in ...
It was Christmas Eve in a year that shall remain unidentified. I was in a drab room at the Miami Airport Marriott, writing my suicide journal. I wasn’t melodramatic or even frantic, in ...
If you’re new here or been a way for a few weeks, you might have missed the news about Prosperity Factory, Inc. I’ve become a prophet for profit and launched a new prosperity ministry. This m...
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