Russian Lockdown

My hands pulled back by two. It is Gavril and Peter C. today. I bend and they send. It is raw sexuality on a psych unit that is difficult to express in a safe way under so much observation. Tunnel through means they rape you. Sit silently watching tv and feel me jump on top of you. Magnetic mastery, I see you to the end quickly. Out damn spot, out. I will say, let's dance today, Gavril. Lifting me then and now, you see my attitude is quite gentile in the realm of Bear and Caboose. Parents, people, and age. YOU come my way, stop pushing it on me. I barely speak of any of it. I give you your sexual choices without voices. No big mistakes, publically. Stay away from the tops and the cops. You are not to be mine. You are to be defined. I release the date of birth when my girth is able to be wee. Dangerous for me here, stop faking that I appear. Psychos will remain here, and we will redefine the space and nation there artistically. Writing is more challanging this week. Please stay off the internet or you will be upset. You are RUSSIA, not werewolfery. Let's keep it that way. This vampire is tired of being "oops" touched. Magnitism then calls for a street rape like in Indy with the police. All will be part of their own destruction, but not me. Just stay in shape or they laugh uproaryously when they rape. Never again will a friend help you to your feet. Instead of disease, just PRAY on your knees to out the sleeze of all religion. Stalin and Mother Russia are and were atheists anyway. Let's keep that boundary and then I can go there someday.