Totalitarianism is the beginning of a Fascist End....

There was a young woman with drugs in her pocket. She did not know what to do. Unfortunately, she took home the wrong books to read when, in grade 8, she emotionally quit school. All her life, She read M. De Sade all day and Hitler too. This taught her a lot about abhorrent humanity and how to do little social schematics about how one could kill and be cruel. She was also obsessed about how others feel and would work to alter them if the individual did not fit her limited paradigms and expectation of society and life; that is if you did not feel like you suffered what she went through with her father or if you had a degree deodorant stick. She grew up in Oatsville and figured out stupid people could be when she decided to test everything she learned and cut down her neighbor's trees. She blamed his wife and following the divorce she became a husband to the neighbor. She could not get out of the sense of authority engendered from the little games because she liked to see people kill their loved ones in a web of deceit and blame. She became a darth maul doll collector as a disciple of evil but finally healed when someone came back to reclaim his father's stolen church steeple. She was going to use the steeple for a hat. She eventually signed a document with her self(endorsed it) and expropriated the whole entire province to her benefit. She was a community of one but thought her generosity with other people's lives and property would provide a facade for her cruelty but it was the desert of the cruel in itself. It was a lot of fun to have a big secret and play "survivor". You could decide who was in or out with the secret and kill who was disloyal to the power of the secret. Soon, she found a new thrill or drug to get that authoritative hi. She realized death is everyone's final textbook and killing people started to become a negative, boring and self indulgent chore. She could build a church, start a family maybe and be an agent of salt and light and no longer kill such that people should continue to live in her wake, be sad and cry. She called the church Diduke Hill. It was located in Didsomeonek Hill. Her husband, formerly her psychological wife, had a baby with her and they called the child Bruce Je'sus. They lived on in people's memories infinitely since the uniform commercial code started to work again and all of the good rules and legislation. It was like the miracle of seven loaves and two fish. May the reader understand.