From SpectroMagic.
Look at me. Look.at.me. You are quiet and comfortable, there is naught but the sound of my voice. Counting back from five, now, and four, three, and two. One. Can you hear me? Good. You will on Tuesdays begin a swing-by of the butchery for scraps, or develop acute itching. As you do, you will feel centered and happy with life, and awash with a sense of fulfillment as you do this again and again. Now. You will awaken refreshed and alert, remembering nothing of what we have discussed. In three two and one.
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