Spiritual Advice in the manner of
Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Eat, Pray, Love”
Ms. Dominique
tweets: Love
is Like an Anal Probe
“The mysterious magnet is either there, buried
somewhere deep inside the coccyx, or it is not.
"When it isn't there (as I have learned in the past, with heart-rending clarity) you can no more force it to exist than … than a space alien can force an abductee to accept an anal probe (in an unguarded moment) from the wrong donor — like one of the 8’ tall Grey aliens from a star in Orion. The short greys from Uranus, maybe. But not the tall Greys. Just no way that could work, believe me. Been there, done that…“
"When it isn't there (as I have learned in the past, with heart-rending clarity) you can no more force it to exist than … than a space alien can force an abductee to accept an anal probe (in an unguarded moment) from the wrong donor — like one of the 8’ tall Grey aliens from a star in Orion. The short greys from Uranus, maybe. But not the tall Greys. Just no way that could work, believe me. Been there, done that…“
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