I know how badly you want to be a good boy for Me. It’s become more than a want, even. you *need* to be good for Me. you need to fall deep into My eyes, deep under My spell, and stroke for Me. you need to repeat after Me, soaking up My words in your freshly emptied head, reprogramming yourself for the betterment of serving Me. Going blank & being rebuilt to My liking is the only way to achieve a purpose. Without My thoughts, My ideas, My will... you have nothing.