The end of all things, so mythical, is a picturesque candle in the night; oh, the dramatic change of things…
Crashing Streams of Change
Rise of the World Government
Book Category: New Adult/Woman's Fiction
Book's Keywords
- Relationship management
- Finding love in a dark and difficult world
- Managing sexual emotions
- Societal Decay and Maniacal Virgins Lost in the Fog
- Controlling the storm of sexual energy
- Virgins' quaint craving for sex Virgins and their cross of sex
- The virgin sex crisis: Old Virgins, the beating they take, and the Cross they bear
- Pregnancy, abortion, and the plague of suicide--oh my
- The golden beauty of love and marriage between a man and a woman
- The awesome power of sex, the sex rush, and its grinding illusion
- Sex’s Devaluation and Destruction of Women
- The Terrible Weapon of the Male Spern
- Pregnancy's cheapening of women's value
- Abortion's ruin of women's value and their prison of the past
- Abortion, a nasty prelude to suicide
- Abortion, depression, and suici
- Abortion and its damning side effects
- Sex, pregnancy, single motherhood, and mother-son sex
- Sex, Abortion, Depression, and suicide: Stapping lies, wrapped in invisible booby traps
Hello, my name is Moulton Augustus Mayers
My sobriquet is Straws—you can call me Straws. I am the author of the book Crashing Streams of Change, The Rise of World Government. This scintillating, tantalizing thriller will tug on your heartstrings; ignite an inferno in your loins; teach you how to love your spouse; give you the secrets to a happy, lasting marriage; and unlock all of life’s arcane mysteries to you. This bold, fictional monograph; tinctured with poetry, is a book of pure wisdom and profound understanding. It will make you laugh, as if you were watching.
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