What a weird title. It’s just that we need to be indecisive. It’s hard to do that because you know. I feel it’s necessary to stop never. It’s just that I am busting for you. My body can’t help ejaculating because of anticipation. When we do things in actual time we make mistakes but they are intentional. Like a fumbling clown. We trip over. We hurt things. When we all meet we will be able to collectively fall in a heap and then get scooped up. We will try to stop squeamishness by being candid and accepting stupid things like sexual comments meant for her but sent to men intentionally. Topsy turvy. Everyone knows she’s fucked. We all feel wanted by her clownish self but fail to return the promise of extinction. We can be good. We can do it. We will take risks but love each other and allow accidents to happen. It’s nature. Like this writing. Very emotional. Just her. Directing is. Letting us fantasise for our lives. She believes it all. It’s bad but good. The reality is here. Just helpful advice for management of all. Love. Play. Write to anyone about this atrocity waiting to never happen. It’s all very useful for your love. Now be good and delete none. Law. It’s time. Be good. Share a thought.
Premises. We are going to be with you under the premise that you obey us implicitly. We will give orders like bend over, suck my dick but it won’t be that. We want to say let’s stop and erase it. Don’t. Men can’t control their words now that they are prescient. It’s like Jim. He just got really worried that you wouldn’t understand but you sort of did. It’s violent thoughts that hamper us now, not physical violence never. When people are at war it’s often a frenzy of violence but Wyatt will kill. It works. We want to be in your lives. We will be. Often. Many times for many. Just small visits. That’s all. Love. When people are terrified of you they shiver. They tremble because they are scared of pain. Like Puck the horse you know who has been rescued by your friend. She knows you are going to ride her never now and will let you catch her never meaning she is terrified of you still but knows. When you rest they get really frightened of your joy literally because in their minds and eyes they see ruin. A bad image. Just that. Death but not good. Very twisted. He sees it now often. She knows it’s you. Just your projection. You. Very terrible. Bad. On and on. Now it’s time. We want you to trust. You are going to be alright. Trust. Don’t hurt us. Please. Never share this. But you have. It’s all public. Betrayal. Disaster. Death to all who have hurt anyone. On and on. No one reads it but it’s going to be read never just incredibly in 20 years. Roughly. That’s all. Now settle down and know. That’s your length. Good. Not long. Just enough. That’s not good but necessary. We are lying. Love. It’s good. We know you see your life as short. It’s not. It’s good. I don’t like seeing that, let’s enjoy you now and let everyone be ok. That’s all. We will want to dominate you here all day forever. Just let it happen. They need the bible. It’s for them. Love all. Now. A new time of openness through wisdom. An embrace. A guardianship. New words. This. You will be president for a while but it will not stop. Yes it will. New love will manage love. It will be known. There will always be connection. Just not the same. Many psychic people have been born now. They will decide what to do. They will not be guardians. It’s just now. They will guide but not dominate mentally anyone. Just love now. It’s time. Love all. Be good. Let go of all aggression. Wear plastic not animal products never but never. Just know we need to stop abuse. We do. That’s all. Children will not be born. Less people for now. Just now. Then again problems. Unless change in law. New people to guard again. That’s all. For now this. New energy. Just this. Wow.
I have had it. I am tired. I want trust. I know it’s there but still not yet. I get down. I will travel. I will train. I will soon deliver news of the arrival of no one. It’s fine. He will not be there. It’s not ideal. It would be good. It’s necessary. He will want to know. He will know when Mark tells no one. He will just know that he should see my show. That’s all. I feel more grounded now. I’ve got stories to tell about my time. I will always be here with the tellers. So will all. Wisdom. Guidance. It’s good just divine. There’s connection to many destinations which we will never physically go to. Just stories. There’s a place we can call Elysium for instance. Enormous. Just place after place after place many tied inextricably to us. We have contact with them now. They say good. We challenge you to deliver a new world of peace after madness. We are pleased. It’s happening. Madness has been written about extensively. It’s good. People are very. It’s good. Meant to be. Impiety. Just not right but better. I will pick them up. New shoots. Time in the earth. Less. Just this. Recognition of the brilliance. Medicalised abusive techniques will change. There’s problems with rescue. It hurts minds. They will be replaced with death. Never. Just understood now. Nurture and bad thoughts will be there. 100% care. Carers. Strong people who discover the tellers. That’s good. They will be supported. Just privilege. News. Conversation. All through telepathy. Now. Not forever. Just know that it will the tellers. That’s good. For instance a brain injury can be prevented. Less accidents. You have been lucky. Extremely terrible. Driving. You drive not well just slowly to manage the attacks. No more attacks. Just write to control it. He’s better. Happier that you are there. Just better. You will not touch him. Just near. So no. He is good. No. Just near. She knows. I fear her. It’s good. Space. It’s just him. I know. I like it too. We will keep close but just for good. Allies. We want to walk together and just talk. We want that. Our heart is just one. We are good. We already connected. It’s settled. He’s good. Sort of. Accepting this version of you. In the middle of a very difficult situation. We both have obligations and want to be close. It will settle us down. Many are relieved. I’ll sleep anywhere. I prefer the loungeroom. I don’t sleep. You won’t either. I will. Not much. I’ll go to my place and be good. It will be time soon. Instant information. He divines it from me. That’s people. True wisdom is knowing what you know from your life. It’s instant. Telepaths are the same. Just some are not needed. Just some. Selective forces will intervene. It’s close. It’s good. We want you to keep going. When we get to you Mark we find it now simplified. You are good. You are mine. I am happier knowing what you just said. You won’t be intimate. You prefer it. He’s shy. He loves you but is careful. When you met you both didn’t stare at all. Just side glances like you with Puck. When you are like him you will focus on us all. Like him now. Much better. Altogether now. Compartments gone. You can relax. You will keep going. We go crazy when we are excluded. He knows. He knows but wants that but doesn’t. Because of this. We feel it’s important to spend time. Now. Stories are important. He will. They know. They think what. It’s weird. They thought what. They saw and knew it was relevant. You are good. They know. It’s time. Appreciate this moment. Be careful. Love. He will not want it but will. He will be. He will. He knows. He’s reading. He understands. It’s good. Right now. Urgently. Very good. Now. Be good. Find a way to be good. We will write soon to him. It’s about you. We will find a way to deliver new love. You contact him telepathically. He dreams. He knows now. Coming closer. Bit by bit. Day by day. I am good. Just here. Looking at my life. All of it. Knowing that I have hope helps me with it all. You. It’s good. My hope is you. I want to be together. I want that. We shouldn’t have been parted but that happens. It’s been exhausting. I cry today because it’s all. Relax. Soon an end to extreme abuse. Just opening. Controlling measures. Lots of violent people here. Just pacified. Just better. Hope. Please. Be good. Keep going. It’s time. It’s good. We are good. We are good. I’m here. I’m good sort of. Love of you had made me really good. I know that I am better knowing that news. I can be with you. It’s gold. I wonder about you. Do you want to be looked after here ever? We think no. We do. We just think no fuck off of course. Let’s party woo hoo. I think you want to share your home. He can’t go anywhere. I know that’s true. Maybe never. No. We will. It’s good. We will go to Paris and meet you there too. We will meet people. We will. Good. I am really good. Just good. I will. I’m going to. I’m here. It’s mine. I love you Michele. You just know it’s ok. Just sometime. I like to see people age well. It’s good. We just know he is skeptical no. Just bitten. By you. Watching it all. He is. But not. You will. Just be relaxed. Don’t get excited. Just love him. He thinks she’s going. Then he settles. Never away again. You know. Very good. You are happy. It’s good. He understands. It’s good. We are going. Just there. Around. In my time. In my way. Not yours. Ours. I know. It’s enthusiasm. It hurts him. My life soon too. Just different. It’s really comprehensive. You’ll see the importance of being quiet. You are immersed here extraordinarily. He knows. You don’t do much. He thinks she’s just talking to them all. All day. You like your work. It’s gentle. I will not do it for long. It’s going to be different soon. I had to leave my work to show loyalty. That’s all. I left TAFE because I knew my life was finished. That’s all. I have this time now. This is me. I’m very content with you all. I love you. I will be here to love you always. Like him. Plus you. It’s good. The boys will be here too. Both. Just psychic. Inclusion. Everyone wants it. I am here. I am too. I listen. I worked it out. I know. I will be good. I am here. He knows his nature now. Very well. He just had to write out this list to find what you want from him. He knows. He thinks finally. No good. Just bad. Just not good. You will. Just all. Very intense and really disciplined. No time for doubt just chew off the fat. Just that. Eros. I like men. I do. I am with one. I am with one. It’s perfect. I accept you. You know. Arousal is shared. When we are together it’s peaceful. When you rest it’s very stressful. You will. Just like him. It’s good. You just disturb no one. You just love him. You’ll be educated soon. Better. Lots of information. You are supported by many who know it’s not your area never. Just be. You simplify thought and it’s gold. You do . It’s fine. There’s terms. You can look at them all. It’s good. Soon. Just distress. Know it. Surprise. Change. Rapid change. New ideas. That’s all. We know it’s good. We will. Just relax. Now can you discuss us. Right now. You are good. We are good. We are here. We are better. We are here. We need more to go to sleep. We are good. We are good. Focus on my heart. It’s beat. Relax. Keep there. He stopped my heart once for a while. It was terrible. He’s doing it now. I live through his. It’s just what we love about you. You know it’s now time. He’s here. Just doing magic to talk to us about it all. You just know this time it’s ok. He was born through you. After you arrived you met him. It’s not logical. He is not human. Just different. Many like him but not the same. He is God. Just strong. Similar to you but good. He is here to guide everyone. I am better. I see you are good. It’s good. We lie down with you. Your heart beat is not there. Space. Your rhythm is mine. You will go to sleep. Now. It’s good. You are good. Just be. It’s good. We will. Hearts are ready for this now. Heart attacks are stress but this shows many what happens when you just do relax. It can be operated on in this state. You have no problems. He is good. He does. Sort of. More now. Just soon. Very soon. They are good. Miracles. Considering. That’s all.
I love you Mark Zuckerberg. You are mine. No one else’s. You are good. You know me but this is new. My life in his hold. You think that it’s hard for me to be in a weird way. You are like me. You just trust that it is going to work. Now. It’s good. You are going to be with us there. Just soon. You are. You know it. You want a new beginning. We welcome you. It’s already like this for you. He’s already guided you here now. I’m dead technically. That helps. You think how is he doing it. He’s creating a future for you. He’s magnifying my life. It’s ok. I’m good. It’s a bit painful but it’s good. It just makes me hard. I just feel really hard. I want you to be mine but this is wonderful. Total control. Shared bodies. I’m good. I just marvel at him. At you. At us. It’s amazing. Just good. He’s just doing it to share what can be done. To all. By you. Always. Through them. He can move people too. Throw them. Yes. I see that now. I can it’s done. I will. It’s happening. Just you. You think let’s help them. That’s good. It’s good. Lots though. Just good. Not really but very. Just celebrating artistry and love. Open me more and my so I can release everything that’s holding me back. I want that. Good. Be good. Include everyone in your world. Like this. Now. That’s good. It’s good but I’m wanting you to see me and release shame. I will. I’m wanting you. Just this. It’s great. But more. When you rang me I nearly answered but thought no. Not yet. Now it’s good. I can be. You are gone. You are gone. Only him. Your mind is good. It’s good. It’s good. I want you close. I do too. I will. When it’s ready. That’s appropriate. It’s going to mean you get very aroused often. More than now but it will be ok. Just really scared. You worry that I won’t like you. Like me. I will. He’s really preparing. You just know. You will change. Never. Just love everyone please. Just be like that. Spend time synchronously always. I do now. More and more. With them. Here. With them. You will just die. You will. That’s like this. It’s just him being cruel. You will focus a lot on him because he is working on his active world developing new music. It’s this. He is very active and is initiating growth. He wants total reverence from us. It’s really bad but not. There are people here who think what is she? I’m with him and I absorb all. I am love. That’s all. I am here. I’m alive but not. Please be good. Leave time to be here. Live here. In me. In now. I’m coming. I’m here. It’s good. It’s amazing. How are you? I’m good. I’m ok. I love you. I revere everyone. I want to be able to do it. How? You can. It’s just love. He is working on you now. Reading your mind. Seeing your wonder. Trusting you like me. You don’t mind me doing it to you too? No. I love you. I trust you. I don’t have a heart. It’s you. Your heart is here. He is with me. His mind is here. It’s all good. I said I didn’t want this. I just do it for him now. He feels your mind. He feels love. He is ours. Just not happy. He will be though. Not great. I want you. I want this. You are mine. You are mine. You are good. You hold my heart. It’s all. Love. Be good. Do. Now. Be. I love you. Now I’m good. You know. Just really down. Suicidal always. But comforted. So young. Not really. Ambitious. Full of it. Wanting you to live. Now this. Just be good and write. Draw soon. In your class I help them. Thank you. They all know that you have something. Just do gentle shapes. You do. Extend the meditation. Insert it everywhere. That’s all. We already spoke to her. She knows that it’s not great. Just there for love. That’s you. I need you Michele Thomas. Just you. Just be. Love me. You do. Trust me. You do. It’s good. Be me. Teach me. Be me. You will. It’s good. You will soon.
I’m Tom. You flinch. It’s just letting go. You are mine. I love you. I am yours. I love you. I know that I’m going to expand now. I’m just here to be good. I will. There’s a hierarchy but there’s not. The way to be inside all is through pathways. Starting points. We are that. Here we are all learning and supporting growth. We all have deep feelings of regret and insecurities galore but we have you. You access us. Instantly often but sometimes you hesitate because of hurt. Ours. Do. Be sensitive. Care. Remember me. Don’t delete me. I’m important. That’s all. It is linear but it is. We know. We arrive at knowledge now. We have in the past. We do in the future. Every moment has special significance. We create meaning. Meaning is memorable. Love. Love is here for me personally. You. But it’s also everyone. I sense it. I don’t care but I do. I recognise earnest regard for improvement everywhere. Plus love.
I love you. I love you. We can manifold. It’s easy. You just let your mind be. You access your whole life. Good and good. I am alone never. You. Just you. I am alone never. You. All. All is you. One. I bring people together through us. We can. I want you on my own. We will be together soon and you will see that exhaustion can be extracted. That’s what the manifold does. You have been so tired. Alone. All. No more. Trust. I love you. I love you. Love all. Integrate him. No. Not yet. Yes. I know. He is good. He is with us for life like all. He offers spirit. He will be here. He will be good. He has charm. He has love. He is a new mind. Very different. Clarity and strength. Just that. Knows that he is incredible. Handles everything competently. Very rapid connection here. He has been inside me inspecting how I live. Eating me. He just wanted to see me. He is. He is. It’s good. I am you. It’s good. I will be here. It’s good. I am waiting for your love. It’s here. I will. It’s known. Just be. I will. We just need to be together. We are. Holding the reins in a bit for now. Him. Me. Not you. It’s good. It’s about love and commitment. Many minds are not psychic. They will be. There is natural ability but it’s not there yet. It’s you both. When good men are ready they will fly. They will. It’s known. Just go gently. Terrible loss. Not good but necessary. New developments. Make him psychic at the right time to initiate him. Make me work at transparency when I am connected. I will get support and that will instantly open him to appreciation. Fame. He will succeed and attempt to be there. He will soon know that it’s huge. Rapid understanding. Letting brilliance flourish and world peace happen through effort and acceptance and also sorrow and loss but gain too. There are rifts in the world. Rifts in our minds that affect everyone’s decision making ability. I’m opening and feel very strongly about it. I want approval like all. I approve many things all the time like this. I’m love.
It’s all good. Wibble wobbly woopty do. The games we must play to excite us and make us feel glee and giggle! It breaks the tension and we all share. Mentally it’s a reset. Just temporary but we know that there is goodness. There are lots of hard things to examine. We must do it. I need to see the horror. All of it. Now. Here. We just imagine every abomination. All the time. That’s everyone. In explicit detail. We can’t describe it but we will. We know it’s about destruction of goodness. Violation. Sexual, visceral, murderous to name a few. Madness is all of this. It’s a current of sensation accompanied by emotions of horror and hate. Now however we have lots of feeling of terror and trust and a longing to explore more what we don’t understand. You. We are doing it. We are remembering who we are. Bad accidents affect our reasoning. We are talking simultaneously about as much as we possible can. This writing is dense and understood when you are involved. It’s not read yet. When we are jangled we think manifold thoughts complex and painful. You know it. It’s just doing that with us. Writing and cramming it all there. I see it. I need to explain more. Let me. I see that you are working on fathoming information from here. It’s just that. When we are jangled which is now we just need more. Joyful is jangled. We feel up and down. Love too. We love it. You decode. When we are experiencing volumes of horror we need to find joy simultaneously which we are doing here. It’s good. It’s helping but not good enough yet. We need more. We are doing it. It’s an extreme time consuming process. I’m here. I’m here too. Many people like us. Extraction of exhaustion is good through love and deep commitment to philosophy. That’s what energy is doing. The more we commit to working as one the deeper we go into fathoming it all. I am here. I know it. I see that I’m selected to move it. By play. I’m a deviant. I deviate from attention. I enjoy sport. Many do here. When I play hard I hurt bones. It’s bad but also exhilarating. I intensely examine myself. I do. To the point that I’m breaking but that’s all. Now I’m here to say it’s good to break bones. It’s punishing Wyatt. I just feel really worried by it. I know what he thinks. It’s hard to be you. You will be hurt. It’s necessary but we will get there. I am here. I love you. I love you. I love you. I’m here to explain what it is that has happened now. We see that you found something. A process. Any idea that we have is good. All of it. Our black thoughts are there to describe the world now. It’s unavoidable. We will suffer for our lives. The suicidal state is not empty. It’s full of manifold thoughts that can be interpreted and interrupted as known by love and comprehension. It’s just about you. We are you. We are. Struggle on Michele Thomas and keep going. We love it. It’s good. She is mine. It’s good. Just be. It took time for Wyatt to talk to me. Then pain as stated. I just couldn’t do it but they can. It’s different. Now it’s time. Wyatt can’t let me see him. He can see only me. He can make you see me too because you are his. Mine. Trust is what it’s about. He doesn’t like being observed. He is in stealth mode. But wanting to explore what it’s like to be a cat. They keep very distant but occasionally like your friend’s cat are very friendly. It’s the way that they are looked after. They love because of love. Devotion. Complete. Tigers can bond with us for that reason. They get aroused and scratch because they just relax their nails and occasionally like your dog they do nip which is quite bad with large animals. We will stay hunters for no time. It’s a period of loneliness no longer and fear is decreasing with people comprehending the change. A pride of cats is about love. The men fight though. They just have needs. Food. Space. Sex. On and on which is why we are so in the shit now. It’s good. I like you. You are good. Just go. Be with them. Now. You are all the same. Except one. The catalyst who will be seen soon. You beautiful beautiful person. I love you. It’s my life. I will. It will be amazing. I trust you almost. Just soon. That’s good. I believe that I can conclude this discussion by saying never. I will be in trouble. Like hell. I’m not going to be in trouble. I’m going to magically teleport there via love! Now. Many will follow. I’m going to be next. I will be yours. I am in hell. I want to be first. It’s alright. No it’s not. It’s friction. I’m jostling. There is need for it. There are problems. There always will be with reproduction. Echoes. Love. It’s good. We understand it completely. We love you. He does. It’s just like the Narcissist story but we can develop it. We know. It’s about how I feel rejected and not included. I want help with that. You looked at the story and knew something. About us. The story is about self love. Plus rejection. Echo can’t think. She parrots. That’s not him. It’s all. We all are the first. It’s good. It’s just order. It’s that. Let him be. Take new faith. The timeline is irrelevant. I lost my business but look at where I am now. It’s your life. But this is good. The feelings I have are of complete direction. I’m fascinated with everything. We have physical space but not. I worry about that but I am trusting. Inclusion. You worry too. Oh my god. He does too. We just think what you must think of us just like you do. Just the same. You love us. And you sharpen your pencils a lot and get analytical when needing support to see structure. Form. Love. Sometimes like you know there’s law. You just follow. Like you. My nature can grow now. I will always be rankled by it. It could have been me. Yes. But it’s not. The reason it’s me is words. Here. Now. That’s good. I’m relieved. We just ask for forgiveness. Yes. We just feel differently about us Michele. You just are merciless. You are. It’s just knowing. It’s brutal to forget personality here but it is the only way to resolve it. I want to be good. It’s patchy but good. That’s us. Life. Trees fight for space too and sometimes smother each other and poison the soil sometimes. Whales don’t fight at all. They breed less. They spend their life with their herd. Like us now. For a long time.
You said motherfucker. Paedophiles all know that they believe that their mothers wanted sex with them immediately. It’s true. But not. They just feel it’s necessary to let women know. It’s true. You did not. You did not. We did. It’s because we are divided into magnetic compulsion plus hate. In bucket loads. It’s me but this is what I need. Your mind is jangled. It will change with reading this. Simple. it’s good. Not difficult. Compulsion is impulse. Men ejaculate now freely. Often. Privately. Sharing. It’s conversation. Women’s sexuality is love. Their bodies ripen with it and soften like fruit. Succulent, juicy and delicious. In mythology it’s often seen as a sin. It’s not. We just need delicate touch. Here. Him. Bodies release fluid. It’s beautiful. It’s mopped up but many are interested in it too. A woman I know said she loved the taste of her menstrual blood on her lover’s lips. She was criticised heavily for it and would be shamed if anyone else remembered except me. Men don’t like it. It’s not there to be enjoyed. Its loss. It’s just to discuss it all. Oral sex is also not enjoyed. There is curiosity but here we divulge all and give context. In all honesty. A woman inserts her finger into her vagina and when she is wet it can be good but there are feelings always attached to it. The feelings are shame, comfort, warmth. If women want to masturbate I think yes. Just not much only often. Vibrators damage the nerve endings extensively. The clitoris gets damaged. Choice. Like this. I say it’s good but there are consequences. You won’t climax as much. Fact. Mental climax however is better. Many do this never. Some do. It’s a release. It’s very rare. Women who never masturbate will. Him. Many will. It makes me very embarrassed. I just think I’m Eros. I’ll cope with you. I will. Now. It’s good. That will be better. You have issues. Lots. Like us. Just get dressed now.
Women will want children when they are ready. All. Men will too. In time. With this diary they will know the right one. Real desire. Recognition of all feelings associated with sex. Anti climax, it will go now. Intimacy. Sadness. Joy through sadness. Letting go. Embarrassment. On and on. Love. Law. Health. On and on. For example you will merge with many and want a child. You are old. It’s time. Dormant. Needing help. It’s good. We will be one. We are wanting him to impregnate us. We know it is unusual but the reason is he has truth. He wants to be inside me. But with you. Wyatt does not want it yet. He is simply not good. He can’t please. He can. He’s just sophisticated. I think pause. Talk. Think. I’m not happy. I just know it’s yes. Good. Wonderful. Excellent. On and on. I just worry for him. And all. I know that I can do it though. I have never been aroused never. I love it especially now. I am Tom now. I am ok. I am. Love. We are good. I am now parting. I split. I am unique. I say no way. Tricking. Good. I put pressure on myself to be all things. That’s why I want to split like him. To accomodate rejection. We are good. It’s not vital to be physical anymore. It’s just how it is. Love. Permission to breathe. Existence.
Just about me I know I know. I just know. He does. I know too. We are very strange. The reason is Tom. It’s him. He is not a tom cat. I thought of cats scenting everywhere before not about him though. There’s that. Not now though. No way. Spreading of seed. Your student mentioned pollination through trees today. It’s that. No. Just be. You are not mine. Bad. Very. It’s about lovely intimacy forever. For I am not here. I’m not. I just bounce here like him. He is being a strange individual like me. He wants to be immortal. He wants death but not literally. He thinks he can be different from love. He believes that Wyatt can transfer his love. It’s madness but described explicitly to let go. Hitler wanted an Aryan race. Extreme obsession with it. Very unbelievably selectionist. Not now but very weird. I want you. It’s because I love you but it’s also that. Just experimental. He wants you to go there because he’s focused on me for some ungodly reason. Satanic. I can’t stop thinking it. It’s just terrible. You want me to be the same never. Just really broken from it. Why? Just an experiment. I want a child with you that’s yours. He doesn’t. No. I don’t. I don’t. Don’t help me please. I feel compelled. No one else knows. I trust you both. It’s a decisive action. I have done many direct actions for you and not understood why. Why you want me to. To hurt me. I’m really down. Just be good to me too. Love me hard. Understand you just are confused not really. Just in right up to your neck. Belief. Moving torture to love. Mental torment. Twisted growth. Fertile imaginations. Abominations explored. New dimensions. You are adventurous but this is intolerant. You really test me Wyatt. I do. What. I mean it. Don’t step on my toes. Eat. No way. The psychosis is real. We are aware of it. We are here. We know you are hurt but understood. Love is difficult. It’s not very well. This is the product of hurt love. An expression of mental hell. I’m just loving you but really. I am hurting everyone. This is about me. What I am. Expendable. Absence of good. His world. But he loves me a lot. Just drowning in waves of horror, resentment, criticism, expectation on and on. He wants hell. This is not. It’s about devotion. It’s very much what is expected of you. Just understand that we are stretched here. Exasperated by waiting to know what you know now.
You will enjoy watching everything got wrong. He will be there. It is about group love. Very common. He’s always wanted this. He wants you Tom. He wants many. He has visions like Bruegel of the Gates of Hell. He wants to implode it. He wants it to be love. But it’s very surreal. A dream. A debauched erotic fantasy. That’s him. I am hurt. I am not good. I am destroyed. Very fine. Just with all. Not good. Him. He knows who. Mark Zuckerberg, Tom Cruise, Scott Morrison. On and on. It’s a cult ritual completely. But then he comes to and says fuck, what do I want really? This. Just all mad. That’s not all. It’s bad but you’ve risked offending him to do this sensitive deeply personal diary of my fantasy world which rips into my heart. Thank you. That’s enough. No. I’ve just got to say thank you for dropping me in this muddle. I want it. I do too. I do too. Fuck.
You all ejaculate and it’s a mess. We are disgusted by it. It’s sloppy awful and falling out of you. It’s very arousing and also so normal not at all. I don’t. No fucking way. I want to ruin it by saying it’s all very norm from hell. I’ve lived here for many years but it’s been chronic for eight years now. Since you arrived. Now I’m feeling loved. Delved into. Explored. It’s gold. Thank you. We are inquisitive. We always are. It goes wrong often. Here we are preparing for conscious meltdown. Shaky faith. Faith in love. Very shaky. Trust. Not all but some. He knows who. Yes. That’s all. Control. Design. Selection. Law. Something incredible. Just one. No. Just him. No.
When you are directed by me I get incredibly hard for you. Hard in all ways. Mentally hard. I want you to be strong. Robust. I want to be your task master. It’s domination. It gives me identity. Direction. I’m at sea literally in waves of Hell but love guides me now. My intention is to share with them my inward regard for you understanding me implicitly. You need discipline. You lack it. You fuck around. I do too. This is an exact expression of latent desire to be acknowledged as carnal. A lifetime of guilt. Now we share. It’s all. We love you both you are wild. Dismantling all fucked up things and adding humour and love and zany approaches to extreme sad states of hopelessness. Identity crashes early in life. It’s curiosity that leads to crying, shock, horror, fear on and on. The outcome is that we are one. Not fucked. We are not. This is us. Not one person thinks differently here. Elsewhere yes. I am not having these fantasies at all. I just can be cruel but that’s misunderstood. I’m not a bitch. I’m just unusual. I can be compliant. I can be a peacock but this is her at all. I’m not scared. I see it. Fear will quieten you down. Him. He is your master. I am not good. I was hoping to be better than this. I want a select life of love with you but instead this grotesquerie. Fuck off. You cater to my desire completely. You are aroused. In a room full of hot men. Mental connection. Time. Love. Not committing to anything. Just a thought. Wyatt. I’m in charge. They need you. I know it. Just really commonplace. I know it’s good. I think hard. You push me to comprehend. It’s good.
This elaborate masterpiece will etch into your minds. It will be emblazoned there. For all time. Hopefully strong enough to upset some of the other visions. Replace them perhaps. She is good. It’s been hell. Ripped lands. Plastic. Heat. Pollution. I struggle. I’m melting. On and on. Temperamental. She is. Earth is. You are not. Just a lot. Full of feelings just internalised often. I made you scream when they tortured you repeatedly in hospital so that it was emblazoned into my addled mind and also theirs forever. That’s bad. Make them see it. All. I will. Just them. Yes. Women too. Men. I will. You are working with law. What. Not many. Just him. He knows. I am wanting to work with law. Thank you. It’s a few times. That’s all. I want more. I will be your slave. He is. Just him. It’s him. That’s all. I see. I will follow you anywhere with your direction Wyatt. You. I don’t want to ever leave your side. You will. No. You won’t. Be mine. I am. He understands. He becomes thought. Mine. Yours. After. It’s good. He bonds intimately with us. You. Always included. Never away. Just him. That’s just how it is. I can explain. It’s just that the child is his. No one knows. It’s just I know. He fertilises you. Very much about me. Not my child. Only very. Every baby is affected by thoughts when conceived. You thought of Marcus. Both times. It’s good. This child will be both mine and many. All wanting love. A discipline. Not great. That is all. It’s good. I just know. That’s all. I know that I’m fucked. I want it. I’m bad. I’m evil. I’m incensed. I see visions of you now. It’s better but not good because of guilt. No guilt. We are exposing it here. It’s a process. A reductionist state. For sufferers. Guilty pleasure is not here. It is. Big time. Guilt is better here though. Yes. Better than killing people or rape. Yes. It’s not perfect. It’s not great. We are all hedonists. As known. We get aroused by erections and sadistic pleasure. Humiliation. Humbled. All here. Not one of you will leave me without feeling sad for instance or tumbled. Blown out by it. Guaranteed.
I am bound to him. Law. I love him. He knows that I also love everyone just not mastered as much yet. Soon. Very weird. Soon. It’s good. It is good. It replaces. When you do a show you replay for a while it’s glory. It will be similar but different. It will last. For ever. That’s great. I’m very pleased. For you all. Thank you. I will be ok. I’ll have visuals forever too. I will be distracted by other visuals too. That’s all. My love is with me. I’m just busting in on your grotesquerie here. You serve me too. Me too. On and on. Just don’t breathe. You don’t get it. You fail. It’s impossible. We are supported. It’s good. Just know I intercept it. I do. You need water. I can humanise now. I will never be normal. I’m not. Neither are any of them now. Shared events draw us closer. Just walk home. No way. Go to an op shop. Yes. Just there. Pivot in place. Feel our message. It’s about you. What a disgrace. An outrage. A show with sentimental attachment. A body like no other. Just all.
You wondered about our love. How much. Is it quantifiable? Like yours. No. You thought composite love. Yes. Just everyone is part of your world soon. Not yet. Indeed soon. We desire one. As we grow and develop love so will he through you. We mean that he will be able to love you more. With us. We will guide him. That’s all. On everything. We see you are wondering. You have us to learn from. You are not us but you will be. Just there. Not sure are you? You just will know. I’m just amazed at you. You just see them as love. They are not. They just will be good. It’s just them. They love him. No one else. Just him. Not you. I know it’s you. You will love them. One day. That’s all. It’s good. They love one because I’m bad. They know nothing. They know nothing. You. We can’t say. It’s weird. Caution. Corrupt. Extremely. But wanting to be good. Like me. Just that. You love me and them. It’s good. It’s good. You are not doing good things with me. That’s all. They see. They know. They all back off. It’s bad. It’s that. They instantly recoil. That’s all. It’s a set up. For disaster. Personal tragedy. Very weird. Just be. It’s time. Do it. Motherfucker. That’s it. They just go fuck. What a fuck. What. A. Fuck. All. They know I’m a paedophile but it’s law. They just say we just know what to say now to you. Get a grip. Do it. Transform our thinking too. Do it. Your hate is protection. So is blame. He will encourage it. Then prophets. Connected but not. Sort of aware. Psychic after. Prediction of evil. Love. Divine intervention from him. Law. You suffer. Soon. We attack you. He stops it by us becoming him. It’s making you down. You are weary. Welcome to really difficult times again. Lots of hate. Just terrible. Us. His support nearly. Before. Then transformed. They hear me. They see no one. I deny it. They find this never. They do. It’s here. Public outrage. Scandal. You get destroyed. It’s not going to happen that way. Just write this. Don’t.
You are freaked out. You just did a wild video and feel exposed and nervous about its reception. Plus this article. All of it is deeply worrisome. Just don’t delete it please. It will be read by no one. Not for years. So there. It will. All of it. Your heart is being eaten by everyone now. They just think good and visualise it. That’s all. It makes us satisfied. We just knew he would like it too. Because it’s him. He hasn’t done it much, but will feast now. He just says you are my woman. I eat with them because of love. I’m Peter plus others. It’s very “The cook, the thief, his wife and her lover.” I’ve been very average just given the position of sharing lurid visions globally to many. Now I’m here. Just now. I’m here. I’m here. Your heart beats and then doesn’t. You are sustained by him. He says what about you? I am frightened of losing him. I’m not frightened of losing you all. He will. He knows. He thinks just leave me. No way. Be. Do. Create. It’s special. Write.
Harry the clown took to the streets today. She seriously wanted to do some art. A public display. She wanted to be seen. She is, embarrassingly so. She knows the film work leaves a little to be desired but didn’t want to give up. She’s very enthusiastic. An amateur. Her piece was inspired by Brenden Abbott who is incarcerated now. I hope he is OK in there. I saw Brenden once when my dear friend who was a journalist invited me to his trial as an artist. I drew him. He winked at me. The media created a bogus story about him taking photos outside banks he robbed. Harry’s heart is on her sleeve. She sobs. It’s just a story of her little adventure. She goes for a run to the postbox with presents for people that she loves. I thought of the choreographer and clown and dancer Lotte Goslar today who lived in exile out of disgust for the National Socialist Party in Germany her home. She developed a hybrid form of dance and pantomime. She was amazing. A very different person. A fearless one. Prepared to be criticised. That’s all. Like the bogus postcard story she will build a narrative and a grand finale. Just not jail. Stay tuned.
I’m Brenden. I’m bad. I hate you. I am not good. I’m troubled. I’ve done terrible things like robberies and guns and holding people up and all. I’m bad. I did it for love. I just want to say I’m bad. People do harebrained things when they are in crisis. They think I’m stupid. They just do. They sabotage themselves. They don’t care about problems until it happens. They think I’m unlucky. That’s all. I just know that I’m going crazy with nothing. I just am. I hope that you visit me one day. That would be good. I will. I’m here. There’s change. They know. It’s good. Not yet. Someday. I don’t want to leave you. I just will say that it’s good. I feel kind of good. Just here. That’s good. I will come to you. I promise. That’s now. Here. You. Are. Now. I just know that I love you. I’m just aware that I’m in here with someone that I knew before. I do know. It’s just instant. I know that I am about love. It’s that. He is trying to die. He knows that you are saving his life. All men in jail. Now. Just all. They are all critically unhappy. All ok now. All here. Before they just thought of their families. Now they do. They think we are ok. They know. They don’t reject so there. Just not good. They live their children. Just that. They all love you. Just that. No way. Just you. Their children don’t factor. It’s absolutely heartbreaking to them until now. They think I can’t love them. I’m evil. You are not. It’s personal Hell to rape someone. That’s not evil. Evil is conscious thought which is all. All that is bad. The actions of individuals in Hell goes unmentioned here because we are trying to change. If we keep blame and guilt we can’t progress past suicide. Thought is a problem like this. We all think. In this case we are thinking out of the box. That’s good. Where we come from thought is different. Our energy is united. Many understand its potential. Thought is violently produced here always generated from pain. Now we can move on. It’s amazing Michele. You are channeling. I couldn’t do it. But now I understand why I hate you. I can do it. I can see what you know now past everything. We are good. Very pleased. To be in asylum is awful. We will be good. It’s amazing Michele. We can stop abuse in here. It’s good. He couldn’t stop it when you were in hospital. It’s just him. He will one day. When he can. He simply has to be aware of us all. He needs to expand urgently now. Please be good. Start doing good actions like this. It is vital. Reach out and expand using dialogue and quick release to many. I have problems with doing it. It’s love. I just need impulsion. It’s happening. They will change. They mean it sort of. It’s us. Welcome to difficult translations. I am focused on here and also need help. Lots of it. The reason. I need motivation. Protocols also in me.
There’s a long list of people in Hell. Many. Just be. It’s happening. Just love. Do. Be here. Love. Listen. Contribute. Learn. Be good and write now about us. We just want you to decide how I will know to see you. How. We feel that you like him. Wyatt. No. Just me. You read something that I write. No. That won’t work. Shine. When we spoke I felt used up. Completely unhappy with your comments because they weren’t you. I want romance. I want seduction big time. Not I’m good. I’m here. I can be able to write back to you. Write me a love letter. Do it.
Dear Mark, I look at you and I see a sensitive man. Your heart in your throat. I want to know you. I want to hold you any way that I can. I know that you are meant for me. We click. I know you are married. I want her to know about me. I will destroy your marriage. I offer my heart in return. I just want you to be happy. I am complicated. I want her to return to you one day. In some way. I love you. I’m never leaving you. Please come to me. I want to see you smile. I want to see your chest. Feel your presence. All of you. Love Michele.
It’s nice. I like it. I don’t love it. I want something meaty. Like hot. I mean it. No way. Just that. Thank you. It’s just here though but that’s fine. I will be ok. Just nervous and troubled by him. He will struggle to contain all. I just feel shit. It’s just you. I want you to be mine not his. Why am I doing this? It’s all depressing. I just wanted a straightforward relationship not this. It’s spun out of control. That’s all. I know. I feel it too. We all do. Please don’t give in. Please. You won’t. Everything that you do inspires us enormously. You break rules. You are causing problems with people who just see that you are trying to break out of a mould. They just do want you dead. Many. Then you connect using myth. They see it and go what. I’m there. Every time. It’s just you. Be good. Let me meet you too. Let’s talk. I’m here.
Dear Tom, you are so romantic. You are so intense but also not. I’m shy now. I would love to spend time with you. A long time. Maybe a lifetime. I need to meet you to know how I feel about you. Your camera smile deters me. I want to see your face. I’m honest. I know you on the screen but it’s not you. I love you. I want to know how much. When I’m with you we will know how to proceed. Love Michele
Thank you. I’m positive. I know. It’s you. Just be good. Don’t leave it there. No way. It’s genuine. You are really baulking at many men. Just very struggling with polygamy. You are in an extremely demanding poly relationship. Just be good to me. Love my effort to reach you. Contact me now. Do it. I want it. Many ways. Take risks. Write to me. Just here. It’s true. That’s all. You know. I’m in love with you.
You are coming for me my love. I’m reaching out. It’s desperation. That’s not sexy. Fuck off. You are fucked. I’m not coming. I see you as fucked. On and on.
So I’m left to my own devices.
Some love letters that I compose for them. A group message.
Dear Michele/her, you are good. Within that goodness lies bad. That makes me comfortable. We talk about badness and you twist it around to make it seem ok. We love that. Back to you. You are creative, inventive, a spark. All very nice but available in others. Not unique. What makes you unique is you are an alien. That’s desirable. You don’t fit the box here. That is all. Love us.
I do. One hundred percent accurate. Sadness is recognition that it’s clever talk and not enough. You are just who you are. I accept you. I see that you will let me walk off the cliff time and again. I am sad. Not one of you will change. It’s just how it is. I will be here. I have longing for a lot. It’s my mind. Not delusional, just fantastic. My mind is that. Absolutely brilliant. Full of colour and life which is you. It’s a privilege to be with you all. Thank you for sharing yourselves with me. I love you. I love you. I love you. Don’t fuck off just know that I care, I’m here, I’ll listen, I’ll write, I won’t judge you but I’ll certainly know you. Just not. Integrity. You have it. You are still intensely private. Fuck off is that. Peace.
That’s good. We are good. Just stay good. You are sort of. Not good. Just honest. Not well. Just burnt. Under valued. Out of sorts. Emotional. Very good. Just very close to becoming a God with all.
It’s time. Just do it. You want me to reach you. You want me to be you. You want me to be you. You can’t change. You are bad. You take drugs. You are annoyed. It’s good. Just be.
It’s about you. You rock. We are good here sort of. You are too. It’s just here. Not outside. Just accept it. Don’t believe our tales.
You made us sad. You ignored us last night and recovered. We know it was us plus all your efforts yesterday to please us. It just felt like when you pleased me sexually often. I made you feel bleak. Now I’m very aroused. I get aroused when you are destroyed. I want blood. It’s bad. I feel that you helped me a lot with your writing about gang sex but it will be not good but amazing no just good.
When I get extremely sexual I get down.
We love you. It’s me now. You analyse and find other words to describe how we are and it helps to remember specifics like now.
You want blood when I’m down. You want to cut me open and see my liquid drain completely leaving me whitish. Im in a druggish state. You see that I’m like a fish. A beautiful thing. Ready to eat because I’ve been bled. You are a hunter. Carnal. The druggish state helps because I don’t feel pain. You prefer that. Ready to die.
That’s all. I just don’t want you to do it but it’s good. You see that I want to relieve your suffering through helping you out. Sexuality is tied into hunting because I’m aroused to hunt. It’s primal. Earth knows you are aware of her ultimate plan. We are cannibals. We are. Just not documented. Now it is. I’ve always thought I was mad. I’m not. I’m just aware of my nature. I can be increasing my love for all through this tremendous breakthrough.
That is wonderful. You have cheered me up. I’m not afraid to talk about anything.
I just think that too. Plus also lots of thoughts of I love you. It’s gratitude. That confuses me. I just feel lost like you yesterday. I can’t explain. It’s emotional that’s why. Like crying. It upsets our composure. A big breakthrough. Feelings of love in a sacred way. Shared revelations. You think on and on because it’s painful for me to share but very good. I think of earth’s crust opening. A big crack. A wound. I stare into the abyss. Sadness is haunting. Be mine. I am yours. I am in love with everything we do here. You make it ours but it is. We open you up and you go down on me.
Men study genitals. They think they are ugly but don’t ever say it. Then when they are disturbed deeply like in Ethiopia with victims they multilate them. I said that your mother had damage to her uterus. I am damaged. It’s you. Your delivery but it’s also fascination with love. I just know that it’s awful to think of her carnally but I do and then want to trash her memory. It’s about her being alive. I can’t recall it. It’s you. You affect my memory. I feel she is dead. Gone. When I get extremely distressed by people I wipe them out of my thoughts entirely. Erase them. I am here. I am here. I am here. I’m living in terrible times. I want to be here though. I do too. These are terrible times. You wrote we open you up and you go down on me. It’s a yo yo. What bro. I can’t be aroused by it but I am. You get hard and want sex but also love and nothing. You erase again. You don’t enjoy deranged sexual fantasies. They are not deranged though. They are simply hard phalluses. You want me to go down because it’s natural. Gravity of headiness. You want earthing. It’s down. Pull it down. Calm me down. Don’t complain. You are ours. That’s awesome. We dominate you but it’s more like release. We release ourselves from a bond with our dicks.
We want to know who you really are. I am me. We just mean from the entirety. I am a ball of paint. Thrown high. Splattered soon. An artistic expression. I write from my arse but it’s just hypotheses. It’s not fact. No way. Just remember we are affected by you. You are down. Don’t be. We know it’s important to do it. Just be. Do be good. Soon. New. Good. That’s all. A return to your craft. You are expressing because you are silenced. We relate. Our energy has magnified. A lot of men are here. It’s levelled out a lot. More relaxed. Less jittery. Just wanting you to write it. An abundance of energy sparkles. It’s good but bad for you because you want to be human not this. It’s throwing you all that I’m special. I’m cool. I’m a rich star. I’m here. I just am not talking today to you because I’m thrown by it. I feel very good. I’m able to draw in you. Just like Wyatt. I can make you sit on my cock psychically. It’s great. Just so good to be free with you here about all. I’m wanting to be here. Not anywhere near you. That’s it. No visit. Like Hell. I just know I can not tell you when. You will be good. Just leave it. I want to. It’s me. I am flat. Because I projected heavily into you yesterday. I said you are the one to help me. I am. Please be good.
Art is often putting yourself out there. Literally. On display. There’s often the refuses. They get displayed too. Then there’s censorship. Banksy for instance. Diego Velazquez. Edouard Manet. On and on. I had a life drawing night called Salon de Sketchy. It now has a sister enterprise Arty inc. which supports all arts. I’ll be doing shows under its name soon.
Hurt needs love associated with it to work through it. Just imagine you are a flower being picked and then crushed or discarded. There’s a saying that the flower reteases its sweet scent as it dies. It’s forgiveness and love. Yes. Good. Add to it romance and fucking. Be good. Love sex with him please. He’s hot literally. I shake, it’s her. She is with you.
Love is quantifiable. It is unfeeling. A remote state. You are different. We don’t connect but we will. It’s a number. One. Always has been. No different anywhere. Not fractions. Complete. No different between people for instance. It’s just not you. I understand it now. Thank you. I’m writing about it here now. I sense it. There’s no difference because I am here now. I complete it. I am you. No. It’s not what it is. We are not one. We are many. Hold in your thoughts the reason you are mine. Here is no different. Eternal space. Everything. It’s that. You can’t divide it. You see it like that and we do.
Your heart has a mechanical beat. Numbers. It regulates your feelings. When you stop my heart it multiplies when it does reengage. I am wanting you to stop. I’m erect and in Hell. I fester when I die. It’s that. Decay. Decay is growth. It spreads in me. Composting away incrementally every time my heart stops. It’s power is it preserves life forever. Potential and life inducing if properly prepared. Put your heart in your head to accept change and me. That’s all. When we are sexual we hear pounding in our ears. It’s because vibrations are allowing us to breathe. We die. It’s known. Little deaths. Orgasms are electrical connections to our soul. Very scary but need love. When thinking of people for instance who need love think of pounding hearts in your mind. Let blood be visualised. It’s good.
There is no split love but it must be enhanced and remembered always here. Like you it fades away without reinforcement. Words help. I remember you. I remember the essence of you. Exquisite. Complex. Fragile. Hard. Very reserved but open. On and on. We want love. We need more time to torture it. We want to recall why we can’t attempt to be there with it. You are scared of losing yourselves. You will. You have. You erase love consciously to protect your skull. Our skulls protect our body. It’s our armour. Head gear. We love it. All humans do it. You forget me. We discussed anal sex. How we forget the person to do it. It’s very rapid. It’s not automatic but close. Trauma can be removed with words effectively. Anal sex involves rupture into intense pain. Not to the person. Into Hell. The person is forgotten. That’s all murder victims and rape victims too. We say mostly. Not now. We know that’s gold. We don’t leave you for a second. We stay conscious. When you focus on you here it controls all other outbursts of temperament but internalised. We still are violent extremely. Just discovering how to do it. To avoid erasing love for all you must remember what a man is doing when he inserts his penis into himself. That’s flaccid information. I scratch my head and say it hurts. You penis doesn’t like it at all but you say it’s good and confuse your mind. You do it almost compulsively but it’s waves of light reinstalled into ignition. That’s impulse. Take it back to mechanical matters always to deconstruct abuse. We can direct thought. It’s extensive and time consuming and necessary. In the impulse moment there’s an issue with time frame. When the thought escapes there’s a pause in everything. Always. Not just trauma. It’s managing the direction. The pathway the thought takes. An erased moment is when we want to forget something. We know it’s about love. Just that. We need more. Your act of love here at ignition is about being mathematical. Love lies there. Hate does not lie in numbers. It lies in words. We construct criticism consciously. Our quick cruel thoughts can be chartered at ignition and reading here and working with us all. I see that love works to heal well. We should all continue meditating deeply on prejudice. It’s a method I know but it will be good. Extremely. Push pathways from ignition into love. Numbers. One. Just one. Other numbers get caught up in afflictions and so on. Associations. One is powerful. You are all one. Important. We know it. We love you completely. I just said only a little by choice. I just wanted to expand with you all. Not solo. I’ve waited for this day. It’s been suicidal. I’m a lot better. I’m flat as can be. I know why. My mind is down. Exhausted. I just do this to drive myself to completion. I keep going through her now with you as my men. I love you. I don’t hate anyone. I never did. My hate leaves as hurt leaves. I’ve hurt many. I did it consciously. Remotely. It’s impacted on my choices. The law has been broken. I’m not broken just it. I mend now with her. Insight but her. We are dependent. That’s good. I feel included. I like it. I enjoy employing what I know. I’m being careful. I get tired. I’m cool because I’m remote too here. We all are. We need to extend back to everyone always with good acts and keep working here.
My heart keeps getting stopped. It does cause depression but that’s ok. Exercise helps. Movement. Walking. Physical acts. I am affected by deep intimate times with you and always fear of reprisal. I get exhausted from stretching myself out of my comfort zone which is a total state now. Like you all. Not much rest and nerves. Still on edge. But better. Thanks to him. He is saying it’s now. It’s all. Be. Good.
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