Becoming A Pyramid of PURITY

Today begins early. I try to see the malady reality of 80's tv in LONDON. I could not endure more than an hour on the two discs I rented from the library. It was the most borderline battle, EVER. Maybe I watched to keep that away from me in environment. The cell has a nucleus and it will burst if this ameoba is screamed at too violently. This IS NOT trichotillamania. It is brutal cruelty overdose on me daily. Go ahead and diagnose, TONY. I beat you out to the MASTER yesterday. He is the only one who matters. I actually write to him a few times a month, and he does not betray my way. SECURITY, in its essense, for high brow affairs, is ALWAYS CIA. Sometimes an uber entity like MASTER cannot deal with the SHI ITE that goes along with that flailing agency. I protect with respect, TONY, which means that I do the gig and I walk away drawing ALL of the pain and guile my way. I think that MASTER is ready to not betray, but he must stay away because of a pipsqueak like YOU today. He ain't very pleased and you will FEEL it this week. So you slept with Wade after he and I were together. I needed relief from all of the fraternity expectation on me. You will see that this week. Sex is demonic, no matter who is doing the f*****g. I submit to the infinity all over me, so as not to be harmed in a way that I literally cannot see, read, or be paralyzed permanently. I am HOLY, and it is time for me to rise. Sexuality, with me, will be HOLY or it will not occur WITH ME or AROUND ME. My crew will just be heinously productive and you all can deal with RAPE 24 hours a day. Question my PURITY again, any of you, and you will have to deal with my brother and his not so ancient memories.