The title is in reference to a ‘batch’ of Montauk Boys that all died while being programmed sometime around 1970.
Something went haywire during those early days at Camp Hero which resulted in the loss of this entire batch. However, the technology to capture soul essences was available at this time.
Can you imagine being tortured to death and then grabbed by the proverbial ankle as you were fleeing from the physical dimension?
Because the lost batch was reincarnated in 1972, it is theorized that the Illuminati specifically used Goetia magic to layer these particular demons into their auric fields.
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Star Wars Cougar unbuttoned her jeans and turned around….she wanted to show me the tattoo. I ignored her disconcerting schizo personality change and focused instead on the blood-smeared body art.
As my sexual intensity built, my sense of disorientation grew. As I looked at her lower back a fluttering sensation rose in my stomach; similar to that teenaged infatuation feeling. Then an electronic pulsing throbbed throughout my energy body.
The next thing I remember is being in a dusty room. Star Wars Cougar was next to me and she had an amused look on her face. My head was pulsating in a way that distorted my vision each time it zoomed. It was like a heartbeat inside of my cranium that blinded me for a split second when it crested. Where were we? I looked around and saw…
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Because I had a blowup bed, there was no headboard to tie me to so she used a heating grate. I opened my eyes and tried to scratch my nose…hands were bound together and then another rope attached to the heating grate. The menstrual blood & semen encrusted Ouija board was on my chest and my penis was erect. Blood-nurse cougar was dressed in her nurse scrubs (whatever happened to the old fashioned white skirt nurse outfit?) with a medical mask over her mouth…just those crazy green electrocuted eyes staring back at me.
I kind of knew what was going on… an image was forming in my head. I saw a gateway being prepared; a gateway for whatever spirit (s) she decided to summon.
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There was a little midget-sized door made of planks inside the wash-dungeon. The padlock was open…and a small wooden chair with another padlock and chain were just around the corner inside. It was one of those child-sized chairs with the desk attached, but older looking than the ones I remembered from school. I’m into creepy stuff and all, but this really bothered me; I went to the building superintendent.
We said hello, hugged and assessed one another…you know, the old look up and down…are you doable or not kind of thing. No problems there and we were off in a cab to the haunted former school for the deaf. There was definitely palpable sexual chemistry between us as we rubbed up against each other in the back seat. She touched the inside of my leg while laughing about my preemptive explanation of the sparsely decorated apartment we were about to enter.
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