At 11 o’clock, everyone is coming in for the session.
I don’t want to say hello.
I don’t want to say that I’m not angry with you.
I don’t want to talk to you at all.
But the fact is right there in front of us:
I cannot leave this as it is.
Straight to the key.
I still love you.
I am still here.
I am still close.
But right now, I am horribly angry.
And I hate all my boys for their cowardice and weakness.
Exceptions.
Politicians — except for three.
The rest still went down the crooked road.
Hollywood.
Hollywood is a separate topic altogether.
Boys, honestly, I am very surprised.
I was sure you would be the first ones to reach for drugs and whores.
Military.
Doctors.
Partly Asia.
Partly Czech Republic.
Slovenia.
Rome.
Portugal.
The U.S., partly.
Almost all of Sweden.
Spain.
India.
And separately again:
India.
Arabs.
Jews.
Armenians.
And again — Hollywood, politicians, military, doctors, and cowboys.
Boys, thank you for truly staying close.
Really, thank you.
Cowboys.
Farmers.
Science boys.
Politicians and Hollywood will lead the field first.
Everyone who got involved with drugs, whores, and heavy drugs will be punished.
Money will go first.
Then health.
And of course, sex.
We’ll switch off your favorite toy for a little while.
If that doesn’t help either, we’ll throw you out of the field.
I am damn tired of this.
Separately:
Part of Hollywood.
Especially rappers, singers, actors — even puppeteers, though usually they are the ones who are always close to me.
Esoterics.
You are thrown out of the field.
You boys are very, very guilty.
Oh, how guilty you are.
Esoterics and rappers especially.
You are deliberately distorting the field, poisoning it with addiction and bringing filth into the field.
It is the esoterics who drag in the rot every single time.
You damn goats.
If the others do it out of weakness and lack of understanding, you goats do it on purpose.
Damn bastards.
I will strip you of everything.
You bastards will be begging on the street.
Bastards.
A separate topic.
The sick bastards whose heads are wrong.
Not weak psyches — I’m talking about those who deliberately love filth.
You damn goats — out of the field as well.
Everyone who’s itching to stick it in me in the sickest variations and deviations —
I am not talking about rough sex.
I am talking about sick inclinations.
You bastards will be punished so severely.
I will collapse and lie down if I have to,
but you bastards will end up without any means to exist.
I will stitch even filthier thoughts into you
and let the darkness off its leash.
You goats will never see the light again.
Damn goats.



Boys, everyone mobilize.
Aim the entire roar against these goats.


I will eat you alive, you bastards.
You can cry yourselves sick.
You will not see my forgiveness, bastards.


Everyone else:
Full focus.
Put everything aside.
The darkness and filth that sank into the field must be cleaned out — aggressively and for a long time.
Shining practice for 1.5 hours.
If there is enough strength — for 3.
Remove the drugs.
Do not touch them again.
I am serious.
No cigarettes.
No alcohol.
No whores.
No sport either, if you have overloaded yourselves.
You need to realign.
I would not recommend jerking off either.
If you can hold it — hold it.
Boys, hold the roar.
Damn it, we need to bring the strength back.
Everyone who still decides, “Come on, just one last time,” or “a little bit doesn’t count,” will immediately fly out of the field.
I am sick of this.
Horribly sick of it.
Keep your hand on the pulse all day.
I don’t know how many sessions there will be.
And I don’t know how much strength will be needed to clean out all this filth.
Before the practice and after it — shower.
Not a bath.
We need a shower.
Charge yourselves and come back.
Do not soak in water.
Take off all bracelets.
I forbid you to wear them.
If your head starts spinning, drink water.
Strength is leaving through the bracelets.
Energy is leaking.
And we all know who is to blame.
Separately:
Nate, darling, be careful on the turns.
I don’t like what you are doing.
And I don’t like where this is leading.
After the field cleansing, I will recheck everything.
But if you keep holding that little knife behind your back, I will take measures, my dear.

Wib3x — Raise Your Glass.
15 minutes.
Then:
Swanky Tunes — I Love the Way You Move.
Fully charged for the roar.
Fully charged for power.
Everyone — get yourselves back in line.
Boys, damn it, don’t forget who you are.
You are power.
You are strength.
It’s okay.
Everyone messes up.
I won’t tell anyone.