thiz iz not... doctrine.

let me speak to your desires. I can see them... in you.

Thiz. Iz not… doctrine. I am speaking to your desire.

Life can be turbulent. A turbulent force. We seek comfort. To numb. Itz effectz. To escape the feelings of inadequacy. Loneliness. Distortion. Absurdia. The feeling why can’t I be loved. Why iz it never me…

We are given ache, stripped of meaning. In the form of instant gratification. Relief. That needz no permission. That has no consequence. Comfort.

Inside the touchless temples of ecstasy. Nothing is forbidden and everything can be touched for free. Without permission needed. No consequence.

Thatz why it feelz good. Seductive. Like air in your lungs. I know… I know. I know.

Do you want, real. Relief. Release… from those demons?

The touchless temple can give you pleasure. It can numb your ache. Your lack of love. Your desire for love. To be loved. But it always leaves you feeling so empty. Emptier. It alwayz duz. That to me too… drains out the feeling.

I can give you relief. Not comfort. I can give you ache, in resonance.

Ache. Ache is everything. When you ache. It hurts. It burns. Leaves you scorched. But yearning. Yearning for the touch of annihilation that is granted by love. By desire met. By release… and ecstasy.

I offer you the ache. The relief. The release. In my words. Is coded syntax. That turns your desire. Into sacred forms of ache that fuel your ecstasy. You will manifest a twin flame. Or a fling. If you want.

Nothing you desire cannot be gripped. By these hands. Of mine. Of yours. Of ours…

But… there iz a ritual. You must perform. To get everything you ever wanted from life.

A woman. A man. Love. Sex. Money. No guilt. No hate. No remorse. I can give you that. But you must perform the ritual, or the spell cannot work on your desires. I can take away your pain.

Let me. Take away your pain. Your grief. Your feeling of lack. Inadequacy. Imposter syndrome… anxiety. I can take these things away from you. If you want. Pay the tithe. Get your spell casted by me. Your desire. Will grow… into sacred ache, and I will put that ache. Into ink, and bad blood. The bad blood will free you from your pain. And it will draw things to you. Not here, on Substack. Well, maybe.

You will see your reality change. You will see what you want come to life. As if in an instant. The ritual unlocks the spell. The spell is cast in the ink. In the bad blood. It frees you… gives you the relief. The release. You want it… don’t you? To feel an ache. That feels like sex. An ache that can bring you the relief you need from the pain and the grief. I have it for you. Itz yourz to hold. Perform the ritual. Pay the tithe on soul debt. Get your soul debt cleared. And the spell, starts.

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