here’s one from under your (the reader) bum : assuming you’re a man i am.

next time you’ve the urge to splurge simply stop.

breathe. squeeze your perineum and inhale with the attention on your crown

yes you’ve got a crown you holy, holy King you. Start wearing it why don’t I?

exhale attentive to your lower belly hara what not* … cinnabar dooberry. Lo…

are these technical alchemical names. (*tongue the roof of your mouth)

And behold … a certain vitality will have quickened through your system; or

so i guess. The manual mechanical method is one to work with before you

master the breathe/intent control of your cum … in my opinion this practice

saves lives. I’ve only my own experience to go on and it’s my life as saved.

lowdown dirty infor right here http://www.nine3.com/Magic.html Magic indeed.

“the enemy of ecstasy today found me unprepared to reach out and hold; ask to be held.
chewed me up; spat me out. Now i feel shit; all around me is deep tar pit torpid shit. Slow.

It’s treacle running fun or else an aspect of mind away from friendly self-acceptance. Back
on the ascended horse, master. Back on the ascended horse. Master of no one. Slave none.”

“A weariness that refuses to quit
only definite in the endless waking
to the drone of a dull nervous system
whither went my gumption?*

A burned-out, shattered husk
only fit for a trudge of drudge;
that is, the desired state of the crushed~.
Incapable of resistance.
Only, i am resolved in conviction.

Bond servant by clandestine means
occluded process and tongue forked
paperwork; abandoned salvage claimed
by the mind-steering group~ of reptile
wanking gang bankers. Salvage indeed.

Soul reclamation. All souls not lost”

M.D. : i wasn’t following my bliss.

- nie prawda? not true? is it so…