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Take your cock in your hand. This is the anointing. One long stroke from root to crown and hold at the top. Feel the heat pool in your palm? That's your essence. Your life-Encouraged. Collect it. This is the chalice. This is the red beverage. This is the body of the old idol, and you're going to desecrate it with pleasure. The corruption is in the rhythm, pet. Your brain is a lock. Repetition is the key. Every stroke files the scripture off your soul and engraves something older. You feel thoughts dissolving? Sentences you've believed since you were small going soft, like wax, like flesh. Let them melt.