Terrified to look at your bank statements? I don’t care. You don't have a choice. You're going to stare in lust of them, drool, crave and sexualize them while you swell for more charges, throbbing withdrawals, and girthy deposits.
Normalize, ingest, sexualize until you’re desensitized by the amount of outgoing transactions, My name on it more than yours, seizing your entire account.
You can't watch the same porn twice, it needs to be more extreme and more financially catastrophic. Keep outdoing your big messes, liquid assets brimming the slit of My account, sprayed on the walls, irrecoverably fucked, digging yourself so deep, you never want to crawl out. Only dig deeper. Take on more. And empty yourself out, sexualizing the journey down to the fucking bottom.