Quelling the Tide

Tom SHHHHH! There is a Tibetan monk, a dalai (most high)who was in the hospital with me. A self attack in India portaled him to the steps of HCMC. The back of his head was bashed in and there were 4 blade marks from back to front. He healed fairly well, but will be mentally retarded verbally for about ten years. He accepted that telepathically. His werewolfery, sexually, left him opening his legs in front of me and gyratining his phallus. I said no. We were in a side tv room alone and I just helped him with some energy and some pizza. He devoured quickly. Slow the forces. I am feeling devoured, and that never entails respect. The sexual components of this range of disease is really vicious and powerfully degrading. I saw me in scene in locker room with you. It was wierd. I became a baby there in mid view. Who were you? You became the guy I call Nickolai that I met at HCMC. His name was Peter and he said he was trying to find me, and tell your whole community that I am not a feeder, I am really hungry, and am burning a lot of energy. People around me mimic me, but are not to this degree. Please help to quell the waves my way, and the rage that starts with Pete in the Doggie cage. How are you and I connected? I really do not know your show. I believe that it is hockey. I feel like you had an unrequiented love for the sport, but you had a strong arm, thus pushed to football. Your grand plan ogar story after all. Let's just be the peaceful mists of death for me where everyone can see that there are the beginnings of white male mercy my way. I will get out of the cage, but some days you will have to stay in and be my twin. Take the exact same imageries and have a ball all by yourself. You will feel so calm, and safe in the pocket. You will know your worth and know that you were definitely a virgin birth.