The Wilcock "Brown Kachina" Prophecy and a partial list of its Jokesters.

I'm the Big Cock.

Yeah. You heard right the first time.

Name of ... Gayvid Edgar RaCock.

Occupation? Big Cock.

Occupation right now? Just having fun.

What a Castro Party that was. The poppers were a-poppin', the assless chaps a-slippin', the hot, salty tang of sweaty testosterone was hangin' heavy, in the fetid air.

I looked across the crowded bar, and my eyes met ... Stephen's.

He had a reptilian aura to him, and the kind of other-wordly presence that could captivate the heart, and ass, of a New Age Ass-Ended Meister. One that had seen and done things best not thought of.

I eased over to his stool.

"Tho", I lithped. "You're the 'Disclosure' guy they all talk about. The one who turned down two BEEEELION DOLLARS, to continue your exposure work?"

"That's me honey. And my remote viewing team told me I'd be meeting you, here at Chaps. I took the liberty of hiring a cab, to whisk us away to my leather fuck-pad, in 'Lower Bottoms', West Oakland. Shall we?"

"That's me honey. And my remote viewing team told me I'd be meeting you, here at Chaps. I took the liberty of hiring a cab, to whisk us away to my leather fuck-pad, in 'Lower Bottoms', West Oakland. Shall we?"

David wilcock touched my junk liberally. he strapped me in to his ascension chair and he couldnt keep his offensive hands off of me. he was performing many red flag touches. i couldnt believe what the fuck was going on. i told david the aliens would not approve of a reborn cayce touching an underage kid for free.

Can you believe it? david did all this. he picked me off the street, strapped my arms and legs down in the ascension chair, and just wouldn't stop fondling my cock'n'balls.

They definately were red flag touches. that drake person standing next to the chair kept on raising up this red flag every time he touched my junk but did david care? NO WAY! he just kept on doing it. I couldn't believe what the fuck was going on, indeed. I pleaded with david but to no avail. I told him the ascended would not approve of such a spiritual man touching an underage kid like me (at the time I was 13) without at least compensating me for the trauma and the use of my body as his own personal plaything.

This got to him, worrying about aliens probing his brown kachina. he continued to fondle me, all the while ignoring drake's red flags. then he released me from the chair and gave me one final fondle! it was amazing. but surprisingly, after I woke up the next morning, my banhk account had $150k in it!!! Can you believe it?????????????????????????

ISON will be sucked in by the brown kachina....