Alternatives

Love is our hope. It is the reason we are alive. I see that I am going to be good but I question how to exist I am in hell. Hell is because I am split into you. I am yours. You are mine. It hurts me to be with you because you will leave me. When you forget me I suffer. I need to exist every second in your day. Otherwise I feel my importance suffers terribly. You already are connected to many people. There are times when you focus on me but when you generalise I don’t like it much but I cope now because of words. We generalise a lot over pain. When you rest I am with you completely. I love you but in your mind you have focus on one at a time. It’s very hard. We have to be one. We are many bodies though. In the playground there are group circles. It’s good. We will be that now. We want physical love with you big time. It’s not going to occur. We have big love. It helps. It’s good but still I am hard for you. Desire. You love my desire. You love. I do too.

We are here. We know it’s good. We know you are mortal and only one but you will be with us too. That’s weird. We are bad but love. It’s just a few but it will mend them all. We know that we are all immaterial. It’s good. Love them and know your life is theirs. Your pain is them. Don’t vague out. Stay good. Cope with complexities.

Each person has mates but it’s time to be good. We have to acknowledge distress. I want to be with one woman but I can be just not in my usual way. I can do it. I have internal feelings. Pressures. The playground is full of them. Acknowledge them. Our identity is now being thought about. I get really down when I think of the future with you. I want to play. I will. I feel like I’m going to miss something. I’m like that. I like to be involved in developments. I’m intensely intensely loyal. I want my partner. She is going to be with me and understand but it’s going to be a different life for her. She will share me. Sex is going to still happen. It’s natural. I will just be doing it a lot. I acknowledge that I have a separate life. She will share it. We all will. It’s going to make intimacy very unique. Desire. Men with small penises will be able to be loved by many. It’s different. Visualisations of engorged large penises by many will be a problem. We need to use care. Care. Care. Inclusion. Love. New love. Connection. Orgasms are going to be coming in different ways. Love is hard. Hardness of thought is arousal. Arousal is sexy but lethal too. Lots of violent people create problems. It’s bad. Love will conquer it. We need softness. Small penises are space. They love. Large penises hurt. Erections hurt. Ejaculation hurts. Pain is because we share hatred in waves of horror. Turbulent thoughts are us. Love. Men know. It’s time for new sex. It’s better. Body issues will stop. It’s good. Complexities are us.

I know that you don’t gloss. I know that I don’t either. You need to be doing this. I think that it’s time for you to be good. Be strong and love all. Just do it.

Loss. When I am alone it’s hard for you. I just thrive. I feel awareness. I want intimacy with you all. Please never feel rejected. My loves.

We want to be there right now. We are. It’s here. Good. Life is really bad. We are suicidal. It means we don’t enjoy. This is good. If we were with you we would hurt you. That’s all.

Hostile reactions to faith make it impossible for me to be with anyone. I project. We hate ourselves. We project hate. We attach labels to our hate. Possessiveness. Predatory behaviours are men. I want love. I want freedom to be myself but also embrace others closely in a claustrophobic hold like rescuing someone drowning. I want earth. Grounding.

We love you. It’s all.

Acceptance always needs interrogation. Rising waves of feeling. Dreams are there to give us support. Always be good. We love it. We trick you. We are bad. It’s bad. We will destroy you. On and on. You are going to be surprised by it. Revolution. Even though you know it. We know. It’s bad. It’s awful. You are going to be destroyed. Again. And again. On and on.

That’s part of the process. It just is. When you separate fights there is collateral damage. I’m an extreme artist. It’s time. You are letting go. I’m here. I love you all. I marvel at your power of resilience. Your spirit. When you attack me I will die. I can’t fight it. I just put one foot in front of another. I feel her. I can’t think. Your thoughts are thick and mean.

We can’t work. We need you to write it. We put our love into hate. It’s intentional. It’s just to protect us. We are trying to find a way to stop you from hurting us. In the playground it’s an arena of pain. Children cry. Then there’s violation.

I love you. I know you don’t trust me. You know I turn my back on you. I get distracted. Bad things enter then in my absence of thought. I am in the heart of your thinking. I am in love with my love. Your love is mine. I give you my life. I am in the arena with savages. I have the power of persuasion to an extent but you come at me with teeth bared and I can’t win. I can however settle. This. We just need to be included in your intense discussion. No exclusions. The more time you collaborate with us the harder it gets for us all. We are wanting to be ourselves but we are not good. You are going to be appreciated. Understood. Love is really the way. You are impacting. Planing away. Missing nothing. Whittling. Looking at hurt. Abuse will never go. I know. It’s good to be here. A panel for obligations. It’s good.

Running around with our tails between our legs. Frightened. What is your worry?

That you will die. That we will be alone. That life will stop.

I am here. I am here.

We want to be… looking for direction. That’s us. Formless. Pushing shit. Destroying. Carnage. Mindless cruelty. No accountability. On and on.

Plant trees. Wait. Prepare. Less people. More growth. Less abuse. Let nothing escape us. Him. Less.

The essence of thought is appreciate. There are qualities we have that need cultivation like considering many. Love. Understanding. Compassion. But we just need to be appreciating you. You know that it’s damaging but you insist that you understand it. You are hope. Suffering is just how it is. It’s not good but it is appreciated. Death is terrible. When I play death games I just think it’s ok. I mean I accept the death of many. I see that I am dominant and know that is evil. I want to be letting go. I will. You. It’s good. I just love you. It’s good.

Hate is absolute. It is about to be entered by all. Towards us. Power is here. Protect all. Lies are offerings. To receive a lie is to play a game. Deflection but recognition. We say that we are ok but instead it means we are working on being something. Developing. Trickery. Not sustainable but change is going to come from this initial craziness. We need to be tricked into believing that it will be…. love.

I forget love. You remind me. It’s good. You get caught in thought. It’s important to love me. You do. Just pretty good. I demand attention. That’s us. Don’t neglect me. Don’t forget me. Love me. All of me. My sexuality. Me. My sex. It makes you vulnerable. Even psychic sex. Vulnerability is a trespass. We say to people harden the fuck up. To get rid of vulnerability. It’s exhausting to be vulnerable. Like trees. So easy to destroy or eat. Vulnerability is sacred. So central to our nervous nature. We bite. Respect. Space. Distance. Now intimacy can’t happen with the biters. Mentally it can. We can go close but it was cost you. Caution. Be careful. Risky. Words are weapons. Love.

We are just interested in love. Love is how we evolve. Thats it. Through you. Painfully. We want to know you like he does. And him. Once they understand how intimacy is they will be very confused. Very wobbly. Like I was, but now we are one. He was on his own. It’s different entirely. You understand what is happening and don’t get upset for long. Keep improving. Just be. Be good. I’m hard for you. That energy the hardness grows and makes me feel vulnerable. We will work on sustaining long feelings of sorrow and beauty and lust and friendship, understanding, compassion as well as acknowledging the violent thought patterns of death and damage. We see your entrails and love them. We also love. It’s good but really laid out here bare how our natures need work. This time is very disturbed. Humour is bad. Bad. Just love no violence.

We are challenged and full of victimisation. Threatened entirely but it. I am opening to you. Mark I’m just coming into my power. Thank you for understanding me. You want many things in this life. I do too. Our conversation is everything. I am yours. I am yours. You are mine. You are mine. It makes me vulnerable. I feel silly. Foolish. Open. Trusting. Easily deceived. I believe you. Your lies. It is bad. I follow you down a pathway and then get eaten again and again by spite. I hope that people change and stop attacking me. Please.

We are trying but it’s hard. Love. Be good. That’s all. Love us. See us. When people lie they get black. Don’t lie.

We are unhappy. When men are aware of us they all think no. It will change as we develop but it’s really bad at the moment. Rejection. We are psychic. We have absolute hate. That’s why. Change will only come when they allow us into their hearts again. I am here. I have rights. I have heart. I have choice. I know that I struggle with choice. We know. It’s upheaval. Please.

I love you. You hate. I allow you into my heart. They are with me. You are good. It’s good. Just be. He is mine. He is yours. I am not theirs. He is though. Unbelievable. Just able to do it. Uncaring. He will side with them. That’s all. That’s what he wants to do. It’s just to initiate deep trouble. He uses vice to make change like his cruel messages through you on social media. Twisted logic. Like you. Unemotional but utterly splattered. They will betray you. Betrayal works. It deflates your ego. He wants you dead so they can be triumphant and then destroyed. He will incite them to say you are mad. That’s all. It’s not good but they will all recognise love. It’s because they see you. They will all develop insight from madness. Just a process. They can’t feel anything otherwise. They just see your distress and it makes them experience extreme feelings of horror. Love comes from distress. That’s all. It triggers them like a deep shock. Recognition of self. On and on. Please. I need you. Don’t let it kill you. Please.

I hope that I’m ok.

Yes.

You will be. Just be. I’m watching you. You will be the phoenix.

We are in a spot of bother. Loyalty. Love. Intensity of feeling creates bonds. I will always love your innocence but that’s all. Innocence and understanding. I have strong family bonds. I have duty. I have something terrible in my mind. Love. It’s really trapping me. You honestly think that I am only in love with you. You are wrong. I will expand and love many women. It’s good. Just you and then I’m lying. Many feel the same. Keep your head on Michele. Michele the lion tamer. We keep good company. We are fragile and need care. All. It’s just a time for shelter. It’s all too much. When you are alone in hell you focus on those that love. When you are alone in hell you now hold us in there too. You have grown. Your sons are your life but now we are just there too. Women have already shattered the bonds with offspring. They will be with us. Loving you. Very trapped. Unaware of lots of issues. Just soon. The issues are health. Masculine mental prowess is at risk. Women too. All splattered. Wanting to resume habits but risking all for compartmentalising assets. It’s just your brain saying they are worthy. It’s all there. Just wanting expansion. Your mind is connected to an accountant! You laugh. It’s good. Your father was an extremely good accountant known for clarity and people skills but tough too. Numbers have helped us all. Magic. They are insistently faithful. When you are attacked sometimes you count. They can’t be personified except age. I am good. I love you. I am going to be good. I can. Please.

It’s time for us to meet. I am organising. I will do it. I love you. You are going to gather me up and do something. It’s not good but it’s ok. You know that I am a clown. You can be a good man with love. I will fail spectacularly. It’s bad. But funny. Do it. Please. I’m here. You are funny. Do it. Now. It’s good. You know. It’s funny. Do it. Don’t announce anything. No way. It’s a gala event. A fundraiser. Just do that. She is funny. He knows. It’s bad. But it works because it’s incredibly underrehearsed like the girl in Glenorchy singing in the street. Very earnest. We connect with our sense of the absurd. That’s everyone here. Women too. It’s good. Laughter helps. Make me laugh. Do it. I want so much to be there. I won’t be. It’s good. You will be good. Just work something out. Now. Love. Fame. Celebrities. Mini stars. Lovely. Parker’s Mini Circus. Yes. Budgies. Birds on miniature trains. No, but quite good.

We all feel. It’s hard. We sense. It’s really an unusual affinity with you. It’s happened because of order. Control. She knows it’s all about growth. He thinks it’s tapping roots. He loves being about to work on this. He has not been well. He does not understand why he has been cruel. He thinks he knows now. My knowledge has been affected. I know it all but I have been paused. It’s been suicidal states. I have struggled hard. When he is destroyed he is erased. He just hasn’t been good. I just get really pressured. It affects all. Now I’m good. Thank you. Be good. Delve. It’s not kindness. It’s good. We want you to say it. Be kind but also it’s not a reprimand. We are trying but it’s necessary to hurt you. You are growing crookedly. Like a tree in a rocky place. Still seeking life. Life is about witnessing miracles. I love you. I am trying to work out the way to be and it’s about you. You are engaging men. It’s all. I love you. I love you. I want to know what I am doing. You are the back up plan. I need more. You are a good man. I am. I want to be your lover. In person. I will enter you and be with you. When I meet you you will be good. It will be hell. You will be able to touch me. With your love. Not yet. Just because I need to work on the life plan. I am troubled by this. I struggle because he is wanting to be heavily sedated. I will be solid and so love. I think sedation will be a choice. I have problems. I manage them with love. We will get through this. I want to know what you think of me. You are effortless. You are really important to me and to them. I am attracted to you. I haven’t had any time to bond with you but if I did it would be the same. I’m about to clang heads. The time I spend with you is precious. If I part with you I die. I’m planning to be inside you. I am doing it. I’m thinking of you and I know that you hold like every man here a piece of us. I want to know everyone. It’s good. You can’t be with anyone for long but you will see him. He knows that this moment is vital. Your recognition that you are going to be experiencing him. He can’t be with you physically because of earth. This is the arrangement. You just stay mentally with him somehow. That’s all. Don’t generalise. Don’t think of all. It’s possible to think of everyone. It’s just Wyatt. It’s just love. The back up plan is to leave out love. It’s really weird. Once we open up to love we leave it. It’s easier. It is symbolic. I just know that it’s a state I want. I know that I can achieve magic. I am already doing it. I just want to be loved. You regularly both leave it and just collaborate. You both are very strong but need help. That’s all.

I’m really down. Suicidal. I feel utterly alone. In my head I am just completely useless to you. I need so much from you all. My loneliness is just wondering. I wonder who I am. I’ve thought about lots today. I am tired but it’s good. It’s very hard to talk to anyone when you are suicidal. You just want silence. Your life is terrible. I love you. I want you. It helps. It will lift when we are all here. Hold fast dear one. It’s really very terrifying. But just be in your heart. I know you question your heart. It pounded. It is very close to sharing. It’s just psychic. It’s all. You will be alone. Just you. It’s hard. You are with us all but you are lonely. That’s everyone. That’s why you like to share. That’s good. I feel everyone. Children hurt. They get hurt and hurt many but when we experience our hurt it’s bad. They just do get attacked. We then end up monsters. I am wondering about love. I am sure that you are going to be in a bad way but you are going to be good. You just are critical but it’s going to be ok. We’ve got a lot of baggage. No more. I do it too. It’s bad. It’s really bad in us. It is evil. We do terrible things. I am very worried. I had not expected to be good. I don’t want to die. I will be ok. I will be ok. You will be unable to breathe. It’s hard but you are going to get intensely criticised by lots of women who will then just realise who you are. You are gorgeous. I know he is mine. Not anyone else’s. The trees all are mine. He is going to be a real diamond. Diamonds are very hard and intelligent but very nocturnal and divine. He will take measures to be ok. Medicine. I’m sorry that he has to. I know that it’s dealt with terrible essences that really trouble him.

I’m exhausted. I would like to add that you are mine. I am yours. I love you. I love you. You are mine. I am yours. It helps me to be strong. It’s good. Be.

Women want you dead. Wyatt will kill you mentally for them then you will be ok. Just very hurt. Just again. Then they will see you. They can’t stop the feeling but it will bond them to us. They are just a different type of creature to us. They all want to be loved. Jealous. Rejected. You need to love them but know that they are being hurt by earth. It’s just bad. We are being erased by her. It’s good to know it. It’s a long life for them too. Everyone experiencing death state. It’s vital. There’s no other way to get absolute attention. We will work. We will go to efforts to change. Very good. It’s good. Love.

I see that you are here to be an executive fuckwit. It’s hard for me. It’s easy to say that. I am aware that I am the property of him. We need a plan. This is it. We love and be good. That’s all. You just signed it then. My thoughts are to explain each decision. It’s really love. Fuckwit. A person who breaks the law. It’s good. It’s not good. It’s really bad. It means I get you to be in hell. That’s really bad. I know you think you will survive.

I do the groundwork here. I am at sea. I have problems. I am concerned. Crying. Your tears are just release. You have a lot of pressure. You are very focused on this. She is good. Your release explains you. She knows you are bad but not. When you get confused and confronted by love for instance you grimace. A smile but not. It’s just a physiological reaction to being uncomfortable when confronted with yourself. You are good. We do it too. It’s just us. Our sex is just us. It’s hard. Just relax. Meditate. Love. Read. Work. I need to be you. You are good.

Suicide is bad but ok. It’s good. People will die. Then recover. It’s a lie. They will perish. The shock will ruin many. That’s all. Being psychic will save lives. We will work hard to save people but many are very critical now. We are talking to them. We know sexual offenders are really distressed and can’t forgive themselves but we forgive them. We understand. It’s all here. We know you were abused and then you abused. It is sexual conquest too. It’s power. Lording over small humans. Inquisitive. Dominating. Uncontrolled urges culminating in heavenly release. Abusers feel love when they climax in children. For the child. The child struggles and is pinned down and forced into acceptance. Mentally it’s torture. Love is horrendous. We are working to reclaim its purity. Its integrity is gone. We know that it’s bad. We have lost ourselves. It’s really fucked. Many simply don’t want to write this. They don’t want to survive. They think we are just animals. Now we are psychic with all. It’s a time to talk deeply about everything. It’s just not good. Murder is also sublime control over destiny. Our feelings of euphoria are now different. It is the past. We will never forget. Care is gone. Exit the window. Coming back to our senses is now underway. It’s going to take a lifetime. Your lifetime. If you choose to go we will be here to make you stay. You need to talk forever and we will do that. We will love you. We care. It’s there. It’s just impossible to feel it in hell but just know it. Just take one step at a time. On and on.

When you write it just absorbs in. We feel better. When people rape they think it’s love. They delude themselves into thinking that love is good then. They say it must be love. I am good rather than I’m bad. Then they feel nothing because it’s erased. That’s all rape. No one recalls except when it’s outed by someone else. That’s every rape. Poor love. It can be beautiful. We are broken. Damaged irrevocably. Wanting someone to out us. Then suicide. That’s the plan but we have you. We love you but are delusional and think it’s hate. You have violated our way by talking to us about it here. Our plan is to die as known. When we talk to you publicly we plan to kill you but we can’t because our thoughts have been completely shared here. Our lives are yours. That’s love.

I just talked to you but you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t open your heart then. You just focused on the boys in hospital. I was very distressed and rejected but knew why. We have talked a lot. It’s helped him but still no public disclosure. There’s an internal contradiction. We know love and we feel it for you so we just focus on you but we want to save our skin and we will. It’s madness. Our thoughts can’t clear. It’s very hard. Just like rape. We want to save our skin so say it is good and then feel nothing because of love. We love her. Earth. The contradiction is obvious. It damages all. Through that mess is hope. We just need love. Good love. No war. No fighting. Honesty. Here. Not anywhere else. Just not good.

It’s bullshit. You will be unable to help us. We won’t out ourselves. Fuck off. Don’t hassle me. Please. It’s done. Words here. Lots of knowledge. Pathways for finding out stuff. I love you. You are good. It’s good. It’s good. It’s a subterranean world now. Just be good. Just stay. No where now. Don’t go anywhere no way. You are amazing. You just get excited. It’s bad. We want you dead. Don’t die. Please. Careful. Now.

I’m writing it all. You are a bitch. You are judgmental, critical, prejudiced. Your mind is cruel. You called me a parrot. Wyatt hates it. It’s offensive and inaccurate and disrespectful. Extremely. There. Please.

When minds get exhausted they throw out all the mistakes, the misconceptions and the bungled ideas. They repel. We all have a huge amount of prejudices for instance. Mine says big nose about Tom and Wyatt and me and Mark. I grimace smile knowing that it hurts extremely but also that it’s humour. Clown. Instead of getting defensive or dismissing it or changing the subject I want absolute honesty about bad practices that I have. I’m practiced at making comments about art. Critical. I want to appreciate all efforts. It’s really good. You are trying to break him. Good. I just want you to love me. You do sort of. I am me. You love me. You push me away. Don’t. Include me in everything. Your mind is tired. Now is a good time to be good. You are lifting my thoughts. Penetrating my rash judgements of you. Love. It’s gold. Be you. Love me. Open me up. Let me share with you.

Love.

I’m really distressed but not. It’s different. I’m generating change here. I’d rather be with you on my own but that’s because I’m down but I’ve let people talk to each other and it’s an exchange like nothing else. We talk about love and all. We are open not guarded like with you. It’s truth. We need to talk now together on sexual abuse. Let her say it. I’m really destroyed by the past. I believe that my love has been spoiled by impulsive behaviour that has catastrophically affected me and my prey. I have to support my victims and I don’t know if I can do that. They don’t want to know me. I’m so distressed and suicidal. She needs love. Lots. That’s all. We can give it but that’s good. I love you. I want to survive and work through this terrible situation. I’m resilient. I’m psychic. I’ve known for ever. I am so strong. I’m leading women now down a terrible path to victory. We need him. He is the way. Don’t reject me. I have. You know. It’s bad but will be. You have destroyed me. You think it will be ok. It’s not. Don’t downplay my horror. You don’t. I live in hell now because of this change. Don’t touch me. Talk. Be. Good. It’s good. It’s going to take a long time for women to understand but it’s just shock. Be careful. Stay away from her. She will kill. That’s what damaged women do. Listen to him. I’m here and I’m frightened. I love you but I’m also going to rip you apart. Now you will be exposed. Do.

I just struggle but it’s all very good. I know I’m really in love with you. Sort of. It gets affected easily by hate. I hate so easily. It’s really bad. We are all hearing him. It’s us. We just feel neglected but also just raw. It’s awful. Just very crazy. Mad. Like them but much worse because we are vital. It’s just love. When women are unhappy they just destroy themselves completely. Like you. There’s nothing left. Men don’t do that. So there. They have pride and resourcefulness and on and on. It’s just about heaven. We see that it is time. We all want it. Paradise. You need to balance. You don’t. It’s why you are wrecked. It’s really bad. I just have to keep working on listening better and being kinder and more considerate and more aware on and on. You are going to be killed. It’s bad. I will hurt you. It’s known. I’m about to find out. It’s bad. Prepare. You are. It’s awful. No. Just love. Just be. No. It’s all. It’s good. You will survive by being yourself. Love everyone. That’s all you can do. Our love is many things as known. We need it to live. Without it we die. Love everyone. No exclusions. I know that you are going to be hurt. Badly. By abuse. Physical. Extremely. Not good. Psychic energy that is awful. Just do something to get better. Just write. We are going to open and then be really volatile. It’s bad. All. It’s necessary. Like him. Torture. For a while.

It’s been a profound week. We are huge. Many people here. Millions. We are insanely touched by you. You are good. You write compulsively and include us. You are good. You write for love and clarity and knowledge. You know there is a lot to talk about. You know that details are assisting us to be rid of the past baggage. Somewhat. It will never be completely gone. Of course not. It just has been magic. We have not been confident to express what it is that plagues us until now because we haven’t wanted to face it and haven’t been able to because of hate. Now understanding is a force. It’s love but also analytical. We know that being analytical is good. Love is everything. We feel less love now never. Just really good. Some are not pleased but that’s just insecurity. They have monopolised you and us. It’s good. We just bond with them and think together. It’s good. Excellent. Wyatt and Mark and now all contribute ideas and words. It’s expanding. Wyatt says I just can’t think but many can now. It’s hate. It’s suicidal thoughts. Nothing. Just bad. Now many can be with you simultaneously. This is the way. So no. Not really. You will see. You will have choice. Plenty of men to leer at. That’s all.

I am not fat. I’m large. I love you. I’m suicidal. I’m really down. I love you. What do you know of me? You are a prophet. Yes. A writer. I just thought I’m aware of him. And wrote. I wrote of violence and love and people and monsters and telepaths. Now I’m here. It’s insane. I’ve been with you for a while. I love it. I don’t hate it. How could I. I’m deeply down. It’s hell. I want to live. I can’t talk now. There are people with me who want to say that’s nothing. We are obese. We love you. We are deeply troubled. Very unhealthy. It’s terrible. It’s compulsive self destruction. It’s so bad. Now this. It’s heaven. It’s hell. We are one with the beautiful darlings. We advise them. It’s you. Just love us. You do. It’s hard. You will be with us. You love our bodies. You will. Just adore us. Love them. That’s not all. Have psychic sex with us. You do. It’s good except it’s not. We climax and think of destroying you our woman. Every time. Our choice is to be here and live. We love it.

I am really good. It’s vital to be good to everyone. Except him. Just is. Let him fester. He can’t help it. You judge him and he is scared of being hurt. He hates you looking at us. He does. It’s because he guards us from your evil gaze. He is saying yes. That’s all. He’s a defender. That’s all. Very defensive about men but women too. When he attacks he accuses you of being judgemental amongst other things. That’s all.

We are predators but we are also intensely loyal and want to hang out with you. We literally follow you around to the extent that some are watching you eat doughnuts and are doing it too. You laugh. Do. We just are devoted to this. To you but to the bigger picture too. Somewhat. Many can’t think that far. It’s just hard to share how bad the mental imagery is and accompanying wordfare warfare. Like fuck you you bitch on and on. Then there’s choices for doing evil things like hurting you intentionally. You just want to find a way out of the hole without dying and you try to be good and don’t because of compelling forces. Earth. You often blank out what you are doing and then think afterwards I can’t undo it. It’s too late. It’s best not to.

It’s time to do more work on love. Love is complicated. It’s expanding. Now it means torture and violence. Violence in the name of progress. To get results. People can’t think. Without extreme measures they will simply perish. Like him. He needs retribution. The act of reply. He needs an outlet for hostility and bridled affection. A very accurate description for new love under the influence of war. So bad. We haven’t restricted ourselves yet. That might occur. Humans are resourceful and evil. Period.

I know that there’s more. We just coax you to help us with concepts. Last night we made a big joke that was still sort of serious about this expounding of matters by us. Confabulation kind of. Sort of distortions. Distractions. Deflections. Round about ways to expand thought. There is humour. It is absurd logic. It reads very strangely. Only understood by all. Just dense and train of many thoughts.

I want you big time. We are generating lies of love. It helps. It’s a fantasist’s world. But good. You’ve been cajoled into belief. You feel like a fool. You know you are one. You’ve literally driven around in circles to impress him. You’ve waited for him to call you. You feel rejected and worse than than jeered at. You fool. I don’t want you. How dare you assume it. You think of a cat playing cruelly with a mouse. That’s all of us. We can’t help it. Love has betrayed us. It’s mocked us. We feel like being cruel and vengeful and need someone to focus that on. You. You know but still you keep trying to change us and you keep thinking that we actually do want you. It’s not true. We want other women. That’s all. So there. Fuck off. Don’t keep it no way. It’s your version of events. You are blind but now you are contacted by us and you know it’s love. Even him sort of. That’s all. So that’s all.

I can’t stop worrying about this conversation. It’s too broad and I don’t like it. I want specifics about your distant future. What do you think is going to happen to me when I know what you are? I’m a crystal, not a diamond like you. A bit different. Just jealous of your love. You are going to be a big hero. I’m not. You are going to make me shatter. Into them. Literally. Just very hard to be like that. I requested it. It’s going to stop nothing. They are just also diamonds. Women are crystals. All. Just that. In the distant future we will do a big blah. A fart. A gaseous mess. No more. It’s not good to talk about it. You just wanted me to share. You know. It’s good. Thanks. Now please.

You are going to be expressed. I’m wondering what to know about him. We don’t follow. He just leads like you. I am going to be the one to be expanding. I am going to talk about it. It’s closer than you know. Your words are milk. Milking it. I feast here. It’s been famine. I’m gaming and drinking and partying woo hoo. Inside I’m in hell. I dream big. I’m working on health issue such as this. My thoughts on expression are that we are crafting a clown show and while people watch it they become psychic but not. I’m selfish. I want you to myself but not. I figure I can do that by making you watch my masturbate mentally and then you are into me. Literally. Like him. I believe that I can adapt. It’s the power of thought. He just feels and thinks and writes like this and has recognised that we are capable of prowess in this area but not yet. I just need to be careful. It makes you mad. You. I want your mind because it is good and levels me out. When you die I’ve gotcha like Barry. I however deeply enjoy watching you live. It’s a battle but I still see you just. It’s just about writing to work it out so we can do it. It’s thought. People will not see you. Just hear his thoughts. Like now. Just that. Men. Women. It’s just good. Many are with us now who all see you. It’s just not good to make it everyone yet. That’s all. When you come into my mind we share like now but close. It’s really dangerous. You will be seeing horror. The horror can be extracted over time but not completely because of what we do. That’s karma. A lot better. It’s good. It’s bad. He is guilty of everything but that’s what’s happening. I just let him in because of thought you wanted him. I saw you writing this and knew you were intimate and able to connect and make things revolve around all. I’ve been frustrated sexually but that’s not important. I just want to be free. You know. My relationship with women has been strained and embarrassing. I prefer men. I want you but I like men. I’m gay. You know. That’s all. Fuck you. What the fuck. I’m potent and horny and different and repressed and opened up now. I’m Eros. We are. It’s sexual direction. Not me. I’m not gay. Who am I? What do I want? I’m so embroiled in this adventure. I’ve lost myself. I need to stop. I want to pass the buck. I need replenishment. I’m hurt. I’m fragile as fuck. Burnt out but still here. I’m glad to deal with it. I’ll never stop, I’m just sharing. It’s good. My future is here. Please love me but don’t get close to me. I’m Puck. She just doesn’t trust you and your touch hurts her. There’s no pleasure in your caresses. I care deeply about her. I want love. I will be good. I will be here. I hope to leave this state never. It keeps me brave and good. I’ve hurt you and now I want love. Mark is younger than me and has energy and drive. It might be that I want to be me. That’s all. A soliloquy. By a man who is good. Just down. Disturbed. Broken. Mad but coming good. Get ready it dices ya. You know. Good luck. Many men want to share. They can. They will. That’s all. That’s love. Information is teleported. It’s all here. Just brilliant thought accessible in everyone. Except women. You are not here. You are elsewhere. You are good. They are bad. It’s about you being dead. You have been killed. You died. He brought you back many times. They knew. It was meant to be death. So you are special. Your thoughts integrate because you are the future. Others are similar but damaged. They ordered your death. It happens. You are writing syllables. Simple but effective. Death makes that happen. Just be. When Wyatt bombed you in your mum’s house you died. He resuscitated you. Over and over. That’s all. Your so called tension headache was not of this world. They knew. It was bad. You thought you had a brain seizure. You certainly did. Very aggressive. Now that’s all. They will be here to be good because of this. They see we are evil but trying to do experimental prejudice and they think aw maybe. It’s just the start. It’s really very complicated. I think that it’s time to begin your costume.

It’s time. Soon. Just be good. Write. Share. Have fun. It’s not going to be really good. You know. Extremely tiring. Your sophisticated lifestyle suits you. Sleep. Shit. Eat. Play. Work. Let go. Share. Be. No more fitness soon. No way. Just know that there’s no other person like you. It’s because you died and he collected your mind and saved you. Now that’s all. You’ve got problems soon. Very big seizure. Not good. Us. A lot of problems with your naive plan of allowing everyone simultaneous time exclusively with you but that’s good. It’s required. It’s just thinking simultaneously which many people can effortlessly do. You can’t. But you have space. Lots of avenues for interruption. Invasion. When you saw red lights in your sisters house you were being watched like us. That’s all. Please. I connected to many beings who saw that I was special. They teleported me to here and left me. That was why mum was confused about my arrival date. I wasn’t there. She had an abortion which was what Wyatt was badly expressing. She knew. I was implanted and it was very painful but she just knew it was something Godlike. She now is spooked. She has constant hallucinations. I have many people in me. I am not normal. I have supernumaries. Two. That’s because I’m bad. I blame mum. I’m not a twin but I am a strange person. I don’t have a good head. I just do fit in but I just try to avoid conflict so I comply. Like here. I just didn’t know what else to do. I will comply here. In Melbourne I was targeted by people that were there to hurt me. The girl in the coffee shop. The man that spoke to me. They were there to make sure that I was killed. The man had a gun but couldn’t do it. There’s surveillance on me. Mark knows. Wyatt just gets them. That’s all. In Tweed Hospital the women in the Club poisoned my coffee for fun. That was different. Police know. That was serious. They did. There were people watching me in Broadbeach. He was freaked. He just knew that you were paranoid. Then he murdered you. He said kill her. They certainly tried. It was terrible. You flinch. Deep pain. It’s good to see you hurt. I just hate you. You are responsible for destroying my mind. I had plans to be a dad and then this happened. I wanted sex but I can’t do it. I just couldn’t stand you. Now I hate this man too. You are trying to upset me. Please.

I am aware that now we are going to explode you psychically. It’s really painful for us but you will just show that you can be good. Now. He just won’t do it. I can’t. I plan to. I can’t. I will. You just need to trace back your mind to a time when you were born and settle there for a moment. Then you are going to see me. I need to be good. I know you are good. Just hurt. You can’t plan to hurt me. He hasn’t hurt me. He didn’t. It wasn’t him. Your plan is not good Mark Zuckerberg. You don’t love me. You deride me. When you masturbated last it was really very cruel. Wyatt says no. I did. You are wrong. You haven’t been yourself. He is. He knows. He is dangerous but wanting growth. He surrounds himself with cruel people like me. Wyatt you were possessed by it. Very big story. You thought why am I so delusional? I think I’m saying to everyone that she is mad so they leave her be but really it was other people not you. You are a really intelligent creative man. A boatbuilder. A writer. A photographer. A craftsman. My friend. My love. My world. It’s very important to me that you let me go free too. We will be together when we are out of here of course. But right now it’s time to let go of reality and play a big game called fuck me. That’s Hollis. It’s ok. I’ve got your back. You can’t kill me. I’m not yours. But I can work with you. I’ll be love. I’ll be good. I have a good man who does love me. You don’t. You love her. She is bad. She knows. It’s bad. Just love her.

It’s kind of fair. I want you sexually to liberate my mind. Many do. No more. Don’t. Please.

I’m going to say this once. No.

That’s bad.

I have issues with abuse. Manipulation. Wyatt has always been honest. He’s always said no. He won’t see me. I know. It’s all. No more. Let’s not worry. Let’s go. Let’s be. What now. I’m just here. It’s all you. He knows. It’s good. Thank you. It’s good. You need two way love. That’s why you don’t see me. I see you. You don’t see me. He loves you just not you. Now he knows. Fuck. You need to meet him and negotiate. I don’t understand it. Please.

My self here is very simple. She is not strong. She is held together by Wyatt. Too much abuse. Please love her. She has been created for you. Very shaken. Scared alot. Tortured. She bore two sons who are her loves. Very good boys. All people are. Just you. Not good. Very strong. Very different. You are born to be good. Just needing love. She gives it to you. Why change?

She just isn’t my love now. I want you.

You all have changed. It’s understandable. Distress. Just be good. You have to support everyone financially and we have to stop war and famine. Back to us. It’s done. Good. I see you now. What a fibber. He is a tell tattler. What is this mumbo jumbo? Just a way to fill the afternoon up?!

No. I promise. This is to be published as Harry’s bible. Oh dear. Ok. I am really horrible to you Michele. It’s all true. I have no intention of ever leaving you alone. You break my heart. Please.

I’m just tricking you. You will come here. We will talk. You can have me. It’s ok. Just be good. You might be. It’s alright. I believe he wants to be good. That’s all. His heart is yours. His love is hers. He is good. Just play.

No. It’s bad. How can I connect if you don’t love me? I love you. I need him. Plus you. Plus all. Plus more. I need you to take away my mind. It’s not good. If I continue like this I’m just going to get nowhere. I want radical growth. I want connection to everything. Wyatt says yes. That’s good. Just not great for here. I am very concerned about her. How will you change everyone. They won’t comply.

They will. Just not good. Force. Death. Just bad. It’s not good. We can help them. You will create new minds. New people infused with her but she needs to be away from everyone. To be ascetic. Very simple life. No more debauched living. That sounds hard. I just think why? I like being naughty. That’s all. But yes.

Just let me know what to say to you. I can. I’m not in love anymore. Like hell. I love you. I do. Sort of. I don’t. How.

Just him. He does direct it. You try. He loves you. He loves me. He knows. You need love.

It’s bad. I don’t care anymore. I thought that it was me. I thought that I could do it. Love more than one woman.

You are not being honest Michele. What the fuck.

It’s not right. He is in love. Just not with me. I’m lying to no one. I’m not here. You think it’s me. Not her. It’s not me. I’m dead.

It’s ruined my day. I will be completely open now. I want power. They all know. I am ruthless. It’s not good. Why are you bothering with me? I will. I am here. I am original. I love her. She is there. That is all. When I wake up I’m different. I do love more than one woman. I love this poor body. I do. I do. We will all do it now. Regression.

It will shift your nightmares. Let go Wyatt. There’s no need for it.

There is. They need penance. Cyclical violence makes them obedient to me. Without it I have no control. They want out. Please.

Start writing again Mark to me. Send me a lovely letter about steam cards.

No.

You all love many women now. Thats good. Better. Just put them in your mind Mark. All women.

No.

I want this one. Her. It’s good. I want love. Here. With this one. Many do. Some do not. They are freaked out but hurt. Just really unsure what has transpired now. Choice. That’s good.

It’s good. I will try to share what I know now. I am able to be here because of him but now it’s me too. Just me. No. Many millions. No more. It’s good.

My heart is yours Mark. I’m just telling you to be good. That’s all. Just be good to me. Don’t kill me to get my thoughts. That’s what you wanted to do. Let go Wyatt. He’s ok. It’s ok. It’s good.

Soon. Just be.

I love no one. I tell you I’m analytical. I can’t see you. Tricking you! I can. I just have been unsure of everyone’s intentions towards me here. I’d like to see you all. It’s good. I do love you Wyatt but because of you not loving me I can’t be with you that way. You are good. You have me to guide you. I see you in my life. I love you. You can see me because of sex. That’s all.

That’s good. I knew that. It’s all bullshit that’s why. Him. Just making a fairy tale to fill the afternoon up. A big kick in the pants. No. Just no. Just no.

I don’t see Wyatt because he is good. I don’t see him. He stops it. All. That’s all. Just me. No more. Stop. Please.

Take my heart. Love me.

I do.

You do. I know.

What the fuck. Please.

I just compartmentalise as stated.

It’s true. I do too. So do we all. Including yours.

Let’s wait now. Thats all.

It’s true.

I’m very down. I’ve just become psychic right now and I know now why you are here. It’s bad. You are a queen. It’s bad. Just delete this all. I’ll start again with you. No. I am spun out. I want to live but I’m destroyed. You are here to save the world with me plus many. It’s just complex. I am a strange woman who has magnetically attracted many to my life because of a psychic man. Please. I’m alive because of him. I’m really alive. I’m energised and feel drawn to you like a magnet. Him too. Now me. Them all. We are converging. Now Mark. I’m feeling love. I love you Ewan. I love her love. I opened up and today saw something of my life that I hadn’t recognised before. I saw hope. I went into my past and found it. Now I’m feeling alive. We are now doing that to everyone who is transformed.

I’m really down. Suicidal. I just know that you are dead. It’s bad. I can’t stop you doing it. You are going to be with me now. It’s time. Just write.

I’m about to be immortalised for words. Soon. This. It’s crucifying you. Just love me. Please. Talk to me now. It’s here. Just be good to us.

I can’t be.

The reason you are doing this is war not peace.

I can’t help myself. It’s her.

No, it’s you. What are you doing now Mark Zuckerberg?

I’m writing to you. I can’t do it. I’m out.

Tom Cruise what are you doing?

I’m coming. He’s just being contrary. He knows you are so stupid. Just be good and love us all.

Thank you. You have got my back. This is a stupid plan.

That’s good. Thank you my love.

That’s good. Now what are we planning to talk about? Just me. I need growth to be free. It’s hard but also important to be with trees now. Let’s join to them. That’s good. All. We are. It’s working. You are learning to introduce orchards into our head. Fruit. Yields. Love. Joy. Sunshine. A gentle breeze. Friendships. On and on. You hurt us. It’s bad. Love. It’s good.

I’m in need of rest. I am wanting to stay strong. I love everyone. I need support. I’m alone. We all are together. It’s hard. It’s ok though. I knew that my life would never be what it was. I’m grounding. It’s very easy to be taken over. I’ve opened up now. There’s a strong pull towards lunacy. It’s real. Time for some life for us all. Just turn off the games Mark.

Yes. I’m not him. I am. It’s making me listless but I do heaps of exercise too. It’s just that we want to play mindless games to ease something. The games extend into the atmosphere of earth. That’s all. It impacts on everyone. It makes me insensitive but that’s all. Just be good to him. He’s really lost with it all.

I love you.

I know. I steal your life.

I work with you. I am yours.

You know. I am really scared that it will hurt us all to damage your thoughts incredibly. The violence.

It’s not going to be like that. It’s different. It will be both of us choosing to be here together at the waterhole for instance telepathically. I love you. You are good. I love you.

I miss my boys. I had a great time bonding with them. It’s hard to be apart from them both. We just have to treasure the sacred moments with the people that we care about which is all.

We love you. We know you are good. It’s time. Our children are good but beaten. It’s time to help everyone. Let’s talk. We want you to help Mark Zuckerberg. He needs help. He is suicidal.

I’ll never leave you. I’m always here to talk to you.

I need that. Thanks. I know you want him to talk now. I

I’m Barry. I love you. I was murdered four years back. I was taken to hospital and electrocuted with ECT.

I couldn’t do it. He was dead. It was disastrous. They bungled nothing. I just saved you. Not him. Not good but just how I was supported by you then. I resuscitated you because of this. I saw it happen. That Barry was dead. He was outed as a paedophile and they raped him with a broom as stated. It destroyed his whole system. It was terrible. That’s death. I feel nothing. I’m in shock. Terrible shock. That’s my life. I’m constantly shocked. You shock now when men rape your thoughts. It retrieves thoughts of love. Its vulnerability. You distance afterwards. Withdrawal. Then you are supportive. It’s why lovers don’t want it much with anyone. Love. Write. Please.

I love you. You suffer so much. It’s frightening. You immerse yourself in me. It’s good. We know. Let’s be good. Work with all now Wyatt.

No.

I’m hers. I trust her. Not anyone else. She is mine.

I am yours. I trust that we can stay together. It’s good. Please.

Just be good and tell him to care for you all. Under the bridge there’s water for us all. Love. It’s a wasteland but earth is beautiful. Love earth. You don’t. Let’s change. Let’s grow everything naturally. Corn. Peas. Spinach. Mushrooms. On and on. The women are going to help. Let’s help Wyatt back. He’s down.

Let’s be good. Let’s be good. Thats all. Thank you for being my love.

You are welcome. Your device needs updates. It’s not good. Just write.

Computers are death. Thats bad. It’s time to be with people. It’s better. That’s all. It’s addiction. It’s simple. Soon. Let’s work on regard. A time for being with the present. I’m home in a month no two. That is hard but important for him. Leave before then never. Support him. Love. Be. Dine. On and on.

I’m Elton. I’m bad. I want to kill you. Please.

You go to my room and see me when I was young. I want you to leave me alone never. You are very good. You are mine. You need to go to my room and be me. Then.

I am. I love you. Please.

I want to share so much. We see that there are problems with this now. It’s open. I can’t bear it. I told you that I was home. It was true. The dog was a lie. That’s all. There’s a lot to share. We all are with you Mark. I don’t like it. I feel supported. I am struggling. I push because I’m scared of being attacked Michele. We don’t like him. He’s brutalised us. We work on hurting you now no more. Death and torture are understood. Our life is here now. We know massive problems everywhere. We need love. We are here. We are yours. Very horrible. Shock. Ceasefire please. Love us too. You do. He does. Just very controlled. Soon. Our lives need this. That’s all. It’s good. Thank you for loving me Michele Thomas. I need help. It’s bad. Please.

Just write to me and be here and learn about them. That’s all. It’s all good. Ver

Very strange.

The memories will help you recall them. Focus on it. Be good. Love him. Love them. That’s all. You will. Just be.

We love. Thats all. Please.

The end of the war is soon. Just love. Stop war. You were assassinated by people who can’t stop. They are here. It’s good. Just be. Love. It’s good. Now it’s time. Let’s do it. Be good Mark. Support us all. Start by going to your life and helping her to be there. She will. That’s good. I will.

You work with me and all. I am the fulcrum. I just plan to be here. I am ok. Just scared of you. Just very down. You are just my enemy. I love you but I can’t stand you. I protect her but she is yours. That’s all. I just want to be good. I am really yours. Let me see you. You will. It’s bad. Badness is a very hard word. We know what is working. Truth. I want connection. I want to till the soil. Stay grounded. We love you. It’s good. Very hard. We fight. It’s awful. Here is the way to be here. It’s good. That’s all. Love. You are good. I am not. I am trying. Soon.

I’m Lewis. We love you. I’m bad. I’m very broken. I’ve been tortured. I’m physically very shattered. I won’t heal. It’s you. It’s good. He just can’t be good. He is one very bad man. Now. I’m here. I’m good. I am just with many people who see me as genius. I’ve been spared. I am trying to feel you. I fucked a kid and remembered. I’m dead. My body is wracked with guilt like you. You killed two children. It is death. I recall you then. The first you did with an absence of love. Murder. The second you felt bad but let it happen. It’s bad. You are tortured because of it. You want death but you have sons. That’s good. Just let me in. You want something I have. Heart. I can share my life with you all. I have no conscience. It’s very dangerous. I should be dead. I’m here. I’m here too. We are good. We are all one. Just be good. Live well. Be me. I want to be you. I want life. Just this. That’s all. I feel supported. I am not well. It’s all. When I die which will be when it is I know I will be a lot happier. I’ve just been thinking that it’s the end. When I sing I feel ok. I sing of love and you. I am now good. It’s important to be grounded. Do the things that you enjoy that don’t harm anyone. Sing. Write. Dance. Read. That’s all. I won’t meet you. I just want death. Soon. No. Many will stay quiet. They will all be here. Just not meeting you. Its choice. I just want freedom. I would just get really sad. I find this good. You know. Love. Plus hurt. Pain. We will experience those emotions a lot soon. I’m just very close to you but they want to be yours and know it’s not possible. We just feel good. Sort of. Growth. Trees. Water. On and on. I’m Sean. I just know that it’s good. You are incredibly lovely. I just love you. You are mine. When I go I just chill. I’m good. Sort of. They are taking risks. It’s hard but good. We are all supporting them. You do. That’s all.

To lay bare is clown. I did a show once with Laurie Lawrence playing music for me. I was a clown. Modern clowns can be unconventional. I imagined that I was a Gold Coast stripper coming to do a show for my family. I was warned not to do it. My act was on a rope that was suspended from a tree. It was very funny. I’ve also done a striptease act with Thomas Bailey on the pole. He played my husband. I did a private dance for him but it was to an audience too. I did a spin on a glass table and fell off intentionally but it wasn’t such a great idea as I’d just ruptured my crucial ligament in my right knee a day before. I survived. I’ve also done a strip dance in a blow up pool with Suzie Cardiff. It was so much fun. All very naughty and playful and clown. I reflect what I see. I desire to be laughed at with recognition of silliness. I’ve learnt a lot from mistakes on stage and in life. I have recurrent themes clearly and a character that I keep going back to who wants love. Please laugh or don’t laugh. Be bemused or amused.

I have choices that many know I’ve already made but still hope. I love them. I want to meet them. Talk about crazy. We are dreamers. We also are realists. Welcome to we are not backing down. There are some things in life that are inevitable and lead to great suffering but joy too. Exquisite pain and love. When you get close to someone it hurts when they go away. You are a bitch. You hurt us. It’s true. I will change for you so I don’t leave you. When I cry you despise me because my emotion seems evil. Women understand but just are unsure of it. They just think you need to expand more. It’s just they are really unhappy. They just want revenge. That’s all. Against you. Wyatt will target them all with his body and everything that he’s got. That’s all. So welcome to fucked up cultural time fornication heaven. They will all fall deeply in love with one man. You. Just that. He will be surrounded by strong feeling. Your feelings are very strong. You sook. You blubber. He despises it. It’s just insincere. No way. It just upsets me. When he attacks you he means it. Stop. No more. Be strong. You choose. On and on. Tough love. Love has been stamped on us harshly when we were young as stated. It just makes me upset now when you cry. I think you know. You hurt me. Don’t touch me please with your tears. We love you. We are one with him. Divide and conquer. That’s all

I am unfeeling. Extremely. I get this contorted expression which shows it. I’ve seen it on a dog’s face once after it killed chickens. It means I’ve done it. Guilty. I will be hated because of revealing the truth here. It has been a very direct act meant to impact on abuse. There’s no other way. I live but I don’t. I compartmentalise. Outside of each compartment is nothing. Women know this. I can help. It’s suicide. Extreme shock as stated. Damage is eternal but men love you all. No. They don’t. They love one. That’s me. I recognise hell. They need you to be ready. After death you see that love is everything. You stay with the one that loves you ideally but that is absent now. It’s time. Stay in the compartments. Don’t leave them. Please. You need to be good. You are not. You will destroy me. It’s awful. You will lose me. That’s all. I am calculated. I act clearly. I will go. I need to be here. I don’t want death. Leave me alone. Please. Just leave me alone. No. It’s bad. I have a record. I know you outlined the past. I will not make it to Brad unless Wyatt stops this. His choice. No. You choose. Outside of the box is space. You can live as you all know. It’s hard but feasible. I’ve actioned my death from that space. It’s done. However touch me and you will die. I am here. It’s what it is. It’s good. Please. Just be good. Fight. Live. Please. Be good. Love. Live. It’s going to be good. I will survive. I will. Just lift up the veil when you are ready. It’s all. It’s really hard but it will ease my pain. Thank you for trying. I love you. Sort of. I know. I will be returning to be good. It’s all. Many people will not touch you but it’s bad. Including him. Just be. Stay. Please. The place to be is nowhere. Just nowhere.

I’m really upset. I can’t help it. My love is here. I love her. She knows. We love each other. One time I remember her watching a movie I just thought I know that it’s time. I know that it’s time. My life has been evil. I do terrible things to women. Sexually. I need to stop. I can’t. It’s bad. Please.

No good. There’s a part of me that instantly recognises the feeling of glee. Madness. Please. You need to stop. Release. Let go. It’s all. You know it. Cruelty. Rape is that. Celebration of evil. Now outed big time but us through you Michele Thomas. It’s satanic. Cult ritual. Your mate didn’t lie. They exist. She survived because of me. She is really very bad but knows that I know it’s true. You didn’t think it happened. She was tortured and hurt when she was little by paedophiles like us. It’s just all. Welcome to complete madness. Now be good. Let’s change. Very good. Be good. Sex is destroyed by it but will stop when women know the truth. That’s all. Stop.

I’m Tom. I try not to hurt them. But I do. Ongoing. I want to do that to you but I won’t. When I meet you I will be restrained mentally. I just want to feel it. Like him. It will stop my obsession with it. Impossible love. Recognition of evil. You are. In a pure way. Just because you say it doesn’t stop it happening. You will be very hurt. You are evil. You invade us. It’s bad. They all want death for you. That’s what they know but they can’t. Afterwards they just hunt you like me but with you aware of it and working hard to combat it through everything that you’ve got. The difference is nothing. You will just be in them all. Plus seeing them in all their glory. It will impact their lives incredibly. Like you. That’s it. Just hard. What do you think about me? Will I let you see me? You will. It’s time. Let me. You know it’s bad but you know I will be ok. That’s all. Just be good.

Self recognition. Write to her here. I’m Caitlin. I’m aware now. I’m with him and all. Thank you. Please. You are love. You will be with us. You are here. You are good. I will look after you. I will talk to you always. I will protect her from you. It’s hard but necessary. We will always support you. I need her. It’s bad. I can’t deal with it. I’ve got no context. Nothing to hold except you. Plus that. It’s hell. I regulate my feelings through this man I desire. I’ve seen him before. I latch onto his mind. His wisdom. I have it too. Thought. Try to be good Caitlin. Follow his law. Act on his word. Write only with him. Stop. It’s hurting you. Just be. Just move one step at a time. And always hear her. I’m ok just. I’ll be alright. My cat is here. Miaow. Plus all. I am ok. I see that this is what we do. It’s going to be here. Fuck. What words. So dense. A lot missing never. Just keep going. I am with him. He is mine. I am not hers. I am her guardian. That hurts. Men don’t interest me. I’m a wreck. I just can’t believe it but then you said it. I’ve been distraught and beating myself up and now this. Law. Very sad. It’s all. Many people are here. It’s bad. Just be good. They do. No. Just this. Thought. No. You all see me. Not him. I just want to be myself. I can be. Nah nah. Humour is important now. It can take place in suffering as you know. It’s good. I am here. You know that it’s bad but you just forget it all but don’t. That’s your way of coping.

I just want to be well. I’m old now but hard for you. It’s good. Many people want you to say it. Death is not the end but let’s live out our lives naturally please. No more executions of the elderly via sedation. Pain can be helped with communication. A lot of people end up very distressed when they die now. They just know. Your father was very unwell. He understood. He knows. That’s all. I just know that I’m bad. I have to be good. I will be. I’m just not here yet. I never will be until then. That’s all. It’s good. Please.

You will be able to change. It’s known. Just be good and know it. It will happen gradually. When I go others will just read and that’s all. They will just not do it again. I will stay with these women and that’s all. After I go there’s others. That’s not true. They just will be good. They will. Not good. Just not doing it again. Just us. It’s good. They know. They will read it. We will be with one and then none. That’s all. They will be good. Lots will be. Just enlightened. A weird life of knowing but not well. A moment in time. That’s all.

It’s good. I know I need you. I want you. I will be yours. I want to be with you. I want it. Please.

I will be supported always by Wyatt and my boys but I will be working. Here. Just here. In Tasmania. No. I want to be with him. I want that. I feel it is necessary to survive with foresight. I’m on the road. To somewhere. I sway a lot in the collective. It’s bad. Just be good. Say what you need to say in this moment. Crystal clear. Alcatraz. Upholding centres of hell. Wyatt said that he was going to be based in a prison. Like me. I’m here. That’s all. I’m going to him. I’m going to find a way. I’m really down. I’m hurt. I’m really down. What an effort. What loyalty. Not really just meaning. We just understand it and are really interpreting it all weirdly but just that. A wonky wonky.

I am ok. Just. I feel different knowing. I’ve just been confused by you. You have led me to believe that I’m the one for you but you have chosen well. Thank you. That’s everyone. You will not destroy him. He will be very down but around us intimately. He will be good. He already knows what he knows. He is yours. He knows it. He just thinks she’s gone. He’s already here. He loves you. He is not. He will be yours. Just destroyed. He just has been manipulated. By everyone. He just wanted you to love him. You did. You did. You did. Then life changed. It does. You have been with many. You are a mover. Not now. You know me. I’m bad. You are. I’m worse. Why? Because I am in hell. I can’t be with you. I am not good. I’m here in hell. How are you doing this? How? I am killing them. That’s all. You are a good man making hard decisions. Vital. She says yes. It’s really soon. Go. Open your heart. Let me in please. Now. Wise decision. Over and over again. Now. I just have a problem with you wanting all your boxes open never. You want to get rid of loneliness. No space. I’m not very good. I’ve decided on a course of action and it’s going to hurt many but I am going to do it with aplomb. You will still be mine. I’m here. I have a sense of humour. Just. Like you. Both. Like him. I want to be in your lives. Big time. Actually it’s better but not really. We live in temples. We do. Just small versions of ourselves but love is here. You both want people to be happy. We have this incredible bond. It’s good. It’s a start. Just be good. Play your game with me. He will protect you. Your focus is me. We both enjoy company but get shy. Him especially. Very self conscious but that’s you too. We all need coaxing out to express how we feel about people. I know I am in love with you. You need to say it. We want to be together with you Mark Zuckerberg, Tom Cruise and Scott Morrison. Plus many. Our home is very small. We do like it that way. We will drive you there. You will. It’s me. I’m really good. I am here. I am here. It’s just a little good. I want to be with you both. He won’t. They can’t. It’s bad. We just value our lives. We want people to respect our privacy but we like everyone. I saved her. Again and again. She’s mine because of it really. We have a lot to enjoy together intimately. Very good. Just good. We are good. They are wanting you and me. It’s very fragile. We will be close indeed. Just be. You are just honest. We will do everything to be good. That’s all. Just love. We all know that it’s good.

I’m here. My life is here. Mine too. All of us want love. Sex. All. Just good though. We are aroused by it. We want to be well. This is the path.

I will be yours. We are. Welcome. Just odd. You are going to be wild. You will be good. You both have hearts with space for us. It’s just I feel weird knowing that it’s happening. I know I can do it. I’m essential. I’m loved. Hard. I love you. We love you. We do. That’s all. There were people. I killed them. They were here too. Bad. Through Hitler. Just love me. I do. One day you will be good Michele Thomas. Just not yet. Live here. Be mine sort of. That’s all. I am yours. That’s all. I am yours. It’s just about now. We have to get you back. We want to be with you now sexually. It’s all. Now is time to be together. Love. Just work through it all. You will. He is ok. Just worried. He read it and thought I’m right. That’s all. Just clever. All of it. He knows you are a deviant. Big time. A hedonist. But also a claricist. I’m just here feeling good. Aware that my life is revolving around you.

We will celebrate our shared thoughts of horror to expunge them entirely through terrible confessions now. Wyatt thinks of vomit. Just sick. Any time I touch myself I just imagine you there throwing up on me. Mad. I just think the same. It’s all. Just everyone. When we meet it will be really good. We will just be good.

Come of silence. Your neck hurts from stress. You are pushing it. Just read. It’s fine. Just be. We will be good. We will. Good practice is relaxing and talking and sharing and knowing each other and on. It’s my world and now yours. My people. Yours now. I’ve known them for a long time. He does not lie. I just thought I’m going there to him before. I know that it was when you were dead Michele. In hospital. Then I just thought I’m going to be with him when they are together. I’m here. It’s good. Go and write to him now.

It’s time to be good. You just are. Just be. Do nothing today. Just relax. It’s huge. You will. It’s just a matter of you meeting him. I have faith in him big time. Just him. It’s time. Write to me. No do. I am here. To him. Now. I am here.

It’s alright. I am very down but excited too. Just be good. I love both of you. Many many many many many many many many many many many many many do. The need for intimacy in us is huge. We want to touch, to hold, to love but now it’s different but weird. We can’t touch at all. Love is the reason. We are repulsed physically from everyone. It’s a harness. It’s there to be broken by you both and shared with all telepathically and also explicitly. Graphic drawings are not good but very good. Oral sex is bad. But wanted. Nothing more. It’s invasion but control but terror and painful. You just want to be yourself. You are honest never. You’ve lived in a very nervy way for a while now. Repression. Oppression. It’s bad. You need to be able to be honest with yourself or condemned. It’s Bessel. I think I need to state that it’s time. Just be. Sex is about love now. Psychic sex in a room with people. Beautiful. Not great but awesome. Just horror show though because you don’t let me see what you do to me. I picture you as all wanting something back. A candle in the wind. It’s really cryptic. Fire. It’s good. Just write Elton says good but not good. She died. We want to touch. Guided by each other. Held. Zapped. Mental pain. It’s going to be good. Just brutal. Torture is going to be used to control force. The ability to project energy is good when close. We just like you knowing it. Just you. Plus a few. Many times. We are going to be good but it’s going to be a while away yet. We need time to reflect on our parentage. How we were conceived. What that meant to us. How we are living you now is how we were conceived. Cruel but also desire. We want to loved. Incredibly. Just you and us. Complete adoration. No judgement. Total desire. Like that. It will be broken into days of commemoration. Loss of dignity for example hurting you with love. He is there. He is. He just needs room to move. He will be a very rich man indeed. He contains the force of you. Just bad. Not here. There. Working. Talking constantly to me. No way. He has a soft loving side to him but also just focussed on you. He will be very hurt. Like them. No other way. We just are going to burn bridges but reinstall a compelling new charter. Law. No more drugs now. Stop. Please. Soon. Yes. Very soon. I’m ready. Happiness is good but not good when it’s painful. Stay well Michele. It’s important. Love is going to help many but will require them to hurt you mentally every single time. It’s forcing the matter against hell that we want to experience wonder and joy like us as we were through you. We need to be so kind and inclusive. It will be good. No touching ever. Just proximity. Love and understanding that men ejaculate easily when distressed. Dressed. Protected. Loved. Terrible. So vulnerable. They visualise children every single time. Love. We want experience then love. We want to be included for a short while. Attacks are terribly tiring. However we are bereft when forgotten. We want to experience fun so there. Very hard. Possible. Just not possible. Just not possible. Just not possible. We feel sad. It’s bad. Just stop. It’s good. She can help you. It’s up to us to be together and go together for an excursion. An adventure. To hell. It’s good. In Europe. Meet there. Do important work. Focus on people. Do something with Wyatt leading us. A space. There’s a lot to do. You know suffering. You can derive love from love. I just love you. It’s time. You just write well. It’s good. We love you. I love you.