I want to wipe your memory of who you are. Leaving no trace of your personality, no sense of the life you had beyond gooning. I want to make you forget your name. Day by day ever so slowly, I’ll chip away at you. Go on and stroke, don’t think too much about it. you want this. You don’t need a life outside of this, you don’t need a life outside of Me. Forget your name and just stroke. Forget your name and just goon. Just pump. Pump. Pump. Faster. Faster. Faster. Who are you? you’re a nameless gooner. you’re Mine. Forgetting yourself with every pump and it feels so good. You’re slowly slipping away into the goon. Don’t you feel your identity leaving you as it flows out of you? And you still can’t stop, you want this. Ignorance is bliss, life would be so much easier if you didn’t even know your name.
