Nasal entry mind control is a bit messy.
It doesn’t have to be, but it’s down to the unkempt way that so many subjects keep their nasal cavities. I’m talking the green sludge of bogies. This is why I feel the need to bring this up. I mean, should I decide to take control of you, using my newly discovered powers, I don’t want to end up with a soggy hand. And I certainly don’t want any of those bits of slime from your nostril stuck between my fingers, leaving those sticky strings as I move my fingers about.
So, first, my appeal to you on behalf of myself and other practitioners. Just clear it up. I mean, you wouldn’t go out in old underpants would you? I mean, in case you got run over and had to go to hospital and the nurses saw all those old crusty skidmarks. You wouldn’t want that, would you? Likewise, I don’t want to have to feel all that goo.
Ok, that’s sorted.
Next it’s the question of whose thoughts are yours. Well, once I’ve carried out the procedure, the answer’s pretty obvious; mine.
Not only do I have access to your original thoughts and the thoughts that somebody else might have put inside your head, but also I have access to space into which I have placed my own thoughts. You are in effect, sorry to say, a kind of zombie. The things you think you know and think you’ve experienced are mainly complete fabrications that I planted there as a laugh.
Don’t worry about me mentioning this in this article. I have programmed you to dismiss this entire concept within 2 hours of reading this. I have programmed you to tut and say ‘whatever’ and to consider all of this article a fabrication, and not a very good one at that.
That’s how clever I am at controlling you.
And all of this from a book that I got in a car boot sale for 30p. At least that’s where I think I got it.
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