This is the last prayer I’m recording. It doesn’t necessarily feel like a good ending point, but maybe that’s what makes it a good ending point. I’m sitting alone in the hotel room while that girl goes and dances to earn her living. I’m sad but I’m happy. I got laid last night, God bless, and I got to see my little sister today. At the end of the day I still feel lonely but I guess that’s life. I’m the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

In this prayer, I talk about my day, shave my balls for the first time in a long time, and reminisce on old writings. Maybe I’ll read some in my next prayer.

In this payer I talk about my first experience in a strip club and complained more about my loneliness and lack of success with life.

In this prayer I spend most of the time talking about my day, then I complain about how dumb I am, and ask for a worse day tomorrow.

In this prayer I try to connect my limited understanding of consciousness with my even more limited understanding of quantum physics, then I attempt to manifest the girl of my dreams.

In this prayer I talk about my procrastinatory tendencies, the fear of my pornography tastes, and trying to figure out what to do about that.

In this prayer I talk more about sex and porn (surprise surprise), I resolve that I’m finally gonna quit weed, lament over another wasted day, try to give some gratitude, and ask God to bless me with a worse day tomorrow.

In this prayer I’m high on some weed and try to understand why people ghost me, ignore me, and don’t seem to want to be around me.

In this prayer I complain more about my life and my lack of purpose. I talk about how everyone seems so isolated and I don’t know how to make friends or even talk to strangers.

I talk more about sexual fantasies and imaginations, imaginations into the perspectives of others, into evil, and try to understand right and wrong with little success. As usual I try to include some gratitude, some hopes, and ask for more anti-blessings.