I wake up. I chug a big glass of woke juice to wash down all my hormones and antidepressants, then slam Alan Wake 2 into my PS5. I take a break to piss on a framed portrait of George W. Bush, standing up, using my transgender penis. Later I have plans to meet up with some black bloc friends to firebomb the Israeli embassy.
One day, I almost forget my woke juice. I almost escape the programming. But then George Soros' voice whispers in my cochlear implant: Drink your woke juice like a good girl. I shudder and instantly cum. This is the power of sissy hypno.
