#30

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Outside, fleets of good UFOs and bad UFOs clash in slow motion.

Normally, it's advisable not to do anything that might attract the attention of a parasitical bad UFO, but right now my belly's rumbling.

I have to use my ojas radiation to attract a good UFO. I need nourishment now.

It descends, lets down an umbilical and I drink its blood fuel. Like the placenta in the womb, the original Christ who dies that we all can live, it sacrifices itself to feed me.

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