Burn Like Jesus: Chapter 61

Chapter 61 I would be more energetic if I had gotten some adderall. Shit I mean sleep. Oh shit I got sleep and adderall mixed up. Oh shit.

I got in the car the next day, and rode to the psychiatrist's office. On the way, I thought about the Pussycat Brawl. I imagined it being like, he could pull a cord. And the cord gave me a feeling of pleasure, and sexual subservience. It was a very pleasant feeling. I got the feeling in my body, of how I imagined it would be.

That's pretty much it, my guides said.

After another round of trying to get the doctor to reduce my invega, but the doctor refusing, I went home. Alfred had some things to talk to me about.

First off, about the Pussycat Brawl. I want to tell you some sexual scenarios I have lined up for the main event.

You're a young girl, high school cheerleader. You are used to having sex with your boyfriend, always girl on top. When we catch up with you after a big game, you are walking home, and we tell you we need to give you a ride. You run, we find you and drag you, kicking and screaming, back to our place, where we rape you repeatedly, one after the other. The other guys are loud, boisterous, and smelly. You are enamored by me, and you know it from the beginning. I'm someone you know you respect highly and have a crush on. But you would never expect this from me. Never, in a million years. We will tie you up, naked, and grab at your breasts, one after the other, grabbing, grabbing, grabbing... Then, we will taunt you about what we think women should be like... And then, we tell you we want you right here, right now, and we rip you away from each other as we find each other's weak spots, clawing at each other to get a piece of you. Then I settle the boys down, peer deeply into your eyes, and sing... Baby, baby, baby, baby...

He was singing a dumb Ashanti song I heard on MTV a couple times in high school. That was the entirety of the chorus. He sang this song to me all the time, more often than not.

Baby, baby, baby, baby... Remember now? And you will remember, as if from a far off land, the world where you were awoken each morning to that tune, and you loved me. Right here, on Earth. This lifetime.

I smiled and laughed. I was digging it.

I have another one for you, too. You are a waitress at a high class restaurant. You are waiting our tables, a loud, boisterous bunch. We are grabbing at your tits and slapping you on the ass. When you go out for a break, we follow you into a dark alley, push you into a car, and drive off with you... Grabbing at your boobs, over and over and over again.. Until you push us off, and then I tell you I have to have you, and you bear your breasts for me willingly, because you want me that badly... And then I tell you, do not stop, bitch, take it all off... And then I have sex with you willingly, and then I rape you in the ass, and then I make you suck my cock, and watch you swallow... If you spit, you get punished... And I promise you, you will not like being punished. Not even in a bad way, you will not like being punished. So that's it. That's what we are going to do. Plus other things you wouldn't understand on this plane.

I have another one for you, Sugar Plum. You are in love with me, your high school football player boyfriend. We meet up after a big cheerleading event, because you are a cheerleader. After the big event, I take you back to my place, and you are expecting a romantic evening between just you and me, instead, you find the whole football team there, and we rape you in the ass until you bleed...

Until I bleed?

Not the ass, the vagina... Yeah, there will be blood, Sugar Plum, don't think there won't... But it's against the rules to rape the ass until it bleeds, otherwise we would, okay?

You will rape me in the vagina until I bleed?

Yeah, but pain feels good, remember?

Does this sort of pain feel good?

Not really, but you'll dig it, I promise.

Okay.

Then, when we are done raping your vagina, we will put your own vaginal secretions in your hair, tie you to the refrigerator, and make you remove your oral virginity again and again until we can not stop fucking your fucking mouth and then we forget where we are, we make you eat our cum off your breasts, and then you will lie down and sob, over and over again, wondering what the hell happened to your mommy and daddy...

That one lacked something.

I'm just playing Sugar Plum, it won't be brutal, you'll dig it. That's it. I have a few more, but we will wait until we are in heaven to tell you! This is going to be so much fun, I can't wait until you die! Hurry up and die, bitch! Hurry up and die! That's when the fun will be had.

The Untold Story of Love

One time, the copy of... Existence was, existance wasn't, exsistance was, existance wasn't. This one time, actually it was. And then the entire world fell apart. An apple? Yes. But the apple exists to parralell the everlasting fruit of The Dignity of Emily. Until Death, He's unspokenly spiritually the equivalent of only regrets. But it got me the part in some movie or something, this mission. Jason. I want to say I regret showing sexual interest in him in heaven, but it got me the mission. So some things just work out. The End.

815: Making Peace With the Dumb Blonde

That reminds me. I need a haircut.

Hyperventilate, no? Chance, not you again! Ah!

Got help?!

No, no help. Mmm. Mmm.

I'm necessitating hormone G.

What's hormone G?

GOD. All caps man.

But what were you doing before the God hormone?

I don't remember. Like that unborn baby.

Unborn! Ahh!!! Swear word! Triggered! Triggered!!

A Thought Process That Suits Me: Personal Unconscious Story C

What if?

What if a woman dressed like Little Bo Peep tempted you with alcohol into a room with a gun and a sword and a noose to hang yourself because this random black guy wasn't your husband?

And the it goes...

[Insert]

[Oh I'm just so sad I don't get Aaron WAHHH!!!]

[hmm hmm]

I forgot a part. They told you to touch a baby in a random room and you did.

RELEASED EARLY: The Hansel and Gretel Hunger Games

They poke and they prod, they pick and they pick, poke, pick. Where is the loon?

I don't want your smelly food around me, but I have to eat at some point to remain sane. Why do I eat? It leads to sanity. Without food, I go insane.

Simultaneously, people play Hansel and Gretel. Who was the boy? What happened to the witch? Was she actually a witch?

Why is there a witch fattening up children in a forest? Forest... GREG GUTFELD.... HUGS, NOT DRUGS%!

Burn Like Jesus: Chapter 60

What do you want to do now, Sugar Plum?

Tell me more about spirit sex, I said to Alfred.

I will, if you tell me what you are into. What is going on in the silia mind? I know a little bit, but I want to know some more!

Okay... How about I tell you something I want to do with you, and you tell me if you want to do it?

Okay, sounds fair, Alfred said.

I sat, and thought, and came up with something, subconsciously. I told him.

That's excellent! Woah! You're into that too? I thought you would not be wanting to do that with me! Alfred exclaimed. He was really excited. Okay, do another one.

I thought, then asked him if he liked something else, subconsciously.

Hmm... That's okay, but I'm not really into that. I like that kind of stuff, but not that in particular. It's not bad, not weird in a bad way or anything... Just not my cup of tea.

Okay, I'll think of another one... Okay, got it.

WHAT?!?!?!?! Alfred was speechless. When he regained composure, he was very, very thankful. That's my wildest fantasy! I can't believe you suggested that! I've always wanted that with you, but I never thought you'd bring that up, especially not while on the Earth plane!

Okay, my guides said. That was more than we wanted you to say. What you suggested wasn't a specific sex act, it was more like a sexual lifestyle, where one spirit is in sexual servitude with another. It is a completely subservient lifestyle. You would be the bitch, he would be in charge. It's more than most couples ever dream of doing, it is so intense.

Oh boy, what did I suggest?!

I looked at myself in the mirror and screamed. I had always wanted to do this on the other side. Always. It was not that I was into this kind of stuff, but it would be good for my spiritual growth, to feel inferior to someone in this way. We looked at each other in the mirror, and made faces, me and my guides, because they were mad at me for bringing this up now. It was interesting, what I had suggested, and what I did not know about it. I didn't know that it would mean cutting myself off from my friends at all times, because I was interjected throughout the day with strange sexual longings and frustrations that could only be satisfied by Alfred's touch.

Alfred was walking around and screaming obscenities. He was in a state of shock. “I've always wanted this... It's always been my darkest fantasy.. With you.. It's more than anything I could ever have asked for... Please, please tell me you are serious! You are not just fooling around! I need to know!”

Well, let's talk to the silia self!

You can talk as your silia self, it's easy. Just do it. We'll tell you when you're doing it right.

“I've always wanted this too... It's the kind of thing that everyone secretly wants, they just don't want to say it out loud, for fear of being ridiculed... Alfred and I never talked about it, but I knew he wanted it too... He's said things to that effect... And I thought, why not? There are some risks, but it's nothing he doesn't have under control...”

Were you ever thinking about it any other time? Alfred asked.

“I used to think about it back when we were having spirit sex after my first lifetime on Earth.. With me in charge, him as the bitch... But I think this way is way more fitting, with the soul in charge, and the silia as the bitch.”

We should tell you more about this, my guides said.

Meanwhile, I was laughing. Laughing, because I had just suggested something that was a really big deal, and I had no conscious idea what I had suggested. I laughed, laughed, laughed. Ha, ha, ha. What a laugh.

There are some risks to this procedure. There are some things that make it irksome to some souls, but you two don't find it irksome at all. We will tell you something about it, there is a similar thread between this and the idea of abortion. Not that they are in any way similar, but conceptually, you don't find abortion irksome in a way that a lot of people do, and you don't find this procedure irksome at all either. There is a similar thread.

Another thing about this. A lot of people think these people are weird in a bad way, people who have done this spiritual servitude thing.

Let's make a better name for it, since there is no Earth word to describe this. Let's call it the Pussycat Brawl, Alfred said.

So, with the Pussycat Brawl, people are taken aback by people who have it. There is an Earth term that has the same emotional connotations to you on Earth as the Pussycat Brawl does on the other side. The term is conspiracy theorists.

I thought about people like Erik's dad, and grinned. I loved conspiracy theorists. Sure, they were kind of nutty, but they were funny and interesting and cool.

There's a lot to know about this, Sugar Plum. Most of which you would not be able to understand on Earth, since spirit sex concepts are so outside the box. But I will tell you this, this is a lifestyle. Every time I want to have sex with you, I can have it. I can pull a cord that makes you want me, and makes you feel my dominance over you and your inferiority. Another thing. It is hard to understand how badly this is damaging to some souls, because they don't like to be defiled.

Defiled? I asked.

I will defile you, me and my friends. I was going to ask to do this anyway, but now I don't have to. When we do the Pussycat Brawl, you like the same things I like, period. It changes your sexual preferences. Me and my friends, and I have many, many friends who want you, will get together and gang rape you.

Wooh... That sounds intense! I like it.

Oh, you'll love it, Sugar Plum... You're ours!

I'm yours, sweetie. I love you so much.

I love you too. Hey, tell you what, we can talk about this later. I have to go have spirit sex now. All this talk about the Pussycat Brawl has made me so hot, I can't control it any longer. I'm about to leave.

But I want to lust! I'm so into you too! More than ever!

NO LUSTING! Please, I am about ready to explode! I'm off, be back in a flash, bye...

I continued talking about it with my guides. They said it wasn't true, that most souls want this. A lot of souls consider this way too dark for their tastes. Way too dark.

Aww, man... I'm being defiled by some player in a sexual situation from some other plane... So not into it, sweetie. I wish I was doing it with you.

I thought you were in the middle of spirit sex?

I am, multifaceted? It's considered rude to do other things during spirit sex, but he doesn't know... I'm about to get off... Watch out!

He returned, and was ready for some more lusting. I lusted hard, hard, hard.

Stop, Beeb, stop! I've had my fill.

How Rude, But Coherent. I'm not a Political Monster to be Polite.

What? People? I have no idea what their customs are that they follow. Some say, well feign interest in their well being first. Okay, but I just can't. Sorry.

Other people look at dildos. I don't. Rude word.

Debugged the blog, fuck Marshall like that cheap clothing center. Just a question, designer? Only thinking, sometimes we are only processsing information and not making character assumptions.