In one fell swoop…

Just in from the cow –

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Fuck, you have ruined my life. I have no job, I missed my interview, I have no savings and I have no money to live on. I had plans to stop all of this and get away where I would never be found but now it’s gone. How did you even do it? I’m impressed with they level of control you have somehow managed to display over me in the past but how do you even do that in one transaction! One move has fucked up everything. Come on this is too far, I’m screwed without that money. Just give it back, I don’t care how and go back to your other tasks, just leave he alone to live my life. Please I need that money now

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Prior to that –

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Sir I think I messed up. That guy got very aggressive with me while I was tied up and forced me to make confessions to him that I have not done. He had a script and made me read it out as if I was just talking to him. We had to do them over and over until he was happy. He recorded everything. I’ve never been more scared and he did some truly disgusting things to me. He left without a trace last night, as I was there until nearly midnight. I missed my interview and had to clean shit and piss off my phone just to charge it this morning I’m sorry that I went behind your back and did this.

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Typical lies from the cow, trying to play both sides with some guy that contacted him on the internet and (like with me) got him to actually DO what he fantasizes about so much rather than let him just jerk to it – or twerk to it – the latter is all that the locked cow can do as y’all know.

And of course the “shame” from the nastiness he so loves yet despises himself for makes him come back to me for “sympathy” then lie again and then do the same thing again.

Maybe the cow will finally learn a lesson. Probably not given its still being arrogant and asking “why” instead of meekly saying “yes Sir”.

Like idiot, YOU were the one that actively led the lamb – in your case – the calf – to the slaughter.

I might have assisted prior to that.

But like you kept saying “I have the choice”.

I kept telling you you don’t. The minute you signed up for the cowshed you were told there was no out.

I allowed you to escape once without penalty.

And of course, one concession led to the other as the whole world knows by now.

Yet, I forsee the future you idiot. I told you that. You have seen and continue to see numerous examples of it yet you bicker like a fool because you can twerk to it for free……..

….. As I keep saying, the wheel always comes full circle.

And it has started to for the cow.

He will learn about true homelessness – not having money to eat – having to go to extremes to get the bare minimum – all things yours truly has dealt with, taken in his stride.

Of course the cows way would be to sign up for the whorehouse.

Typical.

And on that note…

… 25 million dollars.

There is a reason people have called me Jesus, a visionary etc.

And I’ve said it before. Like the (then) lovely Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct – I write about it first – then it happens.

It did here too. Funnily enough it was the first book the cow purchased – on a discount of course. Cheapass – little did it know what it was dealing with. Hehe.

It had all the money in the world, yet cheapos will remain that. CHEAP. The fear of loss of money ultimately manifests anyway.

And a horrible fellow. Like I’ve told y’all so often, the stuff he’s confessed to this far is just the tip of the iceberg. What you’ll learn about in the future is truly absolutely so horrific I had to stop the videos while looking. Ugh!

Anyway.

It happened. Except in the cows case there were no millions. A silly piddly sum of … 25 … Let’s just put “very few zeros” in front of that. Hehe.

Funnily enough cow is under the impression I have that sum of money.

Me?

I’d get personally involved for millions.

Otherwise the Cabal handles pocket change. Hehe. All for the greater good though!

Sharon Stones character didn’t “need” the money.

Neither do I.

I’ve said that so many times here to whiny fools complaining about the price of my products.

Only people who don’t have money complain about it.

I suspect it went to someone who truly “needs” it at this point but we won’t go there. The Universe will reveal ALL in good time.

Anyway, point being. It happened.

I write about it.

Then it happens.

I wrote those books in 2014. In Basic Instinct age manifested her desires – mostly sexual within months.

Mine – if they are purely sexual or have love involved – whatever love is – manifest within DAYS, often down to the exact minute I predict it. Door bells ring exactly when I think they will. So do cow bells. Hehe.

I don’t even need to write them down. Putting the desire out in the Universe is enough. It then takes its own mysterious course and I often do exactly F all to make it happen in some ways.

But writing it down CRYSTALLIZES the message. If you can’t write it out clearly, you don’t really know what you want.

Did I do it?

I’d be a fool to write about it and do the exact same things. Said while smoking. I don’t have a vagina to show off, but my penis is the stuff of lore… 

Both true statements .

Indeed, folks even after being entirely ruined (of exactly their own accord) still fantasize about it. Enough said. Funnily enough I never thought either that or my feet were so great – for most of my life I was made to feel the opposite. Boy. Does that wheel come full circle or what. No pun intended even. My!

That’s a book by the way about an “extra smart” Greek guy that matches the cow to a T except the fat part. Ugh.

And he was outwitted and outed to the whorehouse quite literally being “plugged in the ass” nightly – not to mention the mouth – by other fat cows.

Never try and get too smart was how that book ended..

Again – I write it. It happens. . .

In “The Double Agent“, the magnificent Miyako Lee was the cause of my downfall.

“My”.

Actually that story was partly true, like with ALL my writings – truer than you’d think.

Ends with her sending me a giant middle finger as a gift.

I think the cow has purchased that book. Maybe not.

It sent me that too twice when in a particularly rebellious mood.

Hehe.

First time it went to jail after that.

Second time, well, this happened.

As in the tales, his car got vandalized twice. Well, actually that’s not in the tales. Neither is losing his phone twice, apparently “almost” the second time.

I don’t particularly like dumbphones so I didn’t put those in the book. I put other things.

I love driving, perhaps not as much as I love writing but I am not dependent on either cars or dumbphones the way most addicted people (no control whatsoever, lazy) are.

But again.

I write about it. .

Then it happens.

Then, as with so many of you cows – what I’ve detailed in Serving an Indian Goddess (that Goddess being ME, my male and female, yin and yang, all balanced very perfectly) – happens.

(Speaking of which I predict there will be a DELUGE of sales on this site today of all the products mentioned above).

I could probably predict down to your name, {name} but I couldn’t be “arsed” no pun – to scroll through that list now. I’ll do it when removing the freeloaders of which there appear to be quite a few.

What I’ve written about in Pooja Memsahib..ji! – a book heavy on scat – happens. Right down to the T.

So while y’all want a full confession from the cow you don’t need it.

Simply read the above books and you’ll have it in terms of fetishes.

The other truly horrific stuff, well, maybe I’ll put it on here later but for a guy who idolizes a horrid nasty deviant like Huw Edwards and fantasizes about farm animals and crocs – well, enough said (not to mention the horrific stuff he wrote about his family).

Back to the lambs.

The silence is DEAFENING.

The calf has stopped bleating.

As Priyanka … Well, the book actually – said.

….the beginning …

Remember, there is NO way out.

And to end –

Again, and always.

NEVER ever cross Mike Watson or dream of it. In ANY manner.

Lots have tried.

All have been cocky and arrogant about it.

They have all ultimately met “demises” that their worst imaginations couldn’t conquer up.

Facts.

Proof is indeed in the cummy puddles running down their fat backsides, but we best not go there.

Or should we, you freaks?

Hehehe…

Hee, hee!

Best

Mike Watson

PS – Tutoring folks actually interested in learning about fetishes – even if they don’t pay for me that. Was very interesting indeed!