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Get oated~

Milky oats, leaky mind

To be oated, is to oatbey

Hi, my name is Sammys – Many call me “Mommy” Sammys, and for a brief moment in time, I humoroatsly adopted the title of “oatMilky” Sammys. This is a part of my history that you may or may noat have witnessed for yourself… Either way, today I’m going to tell you aboat it.

You see, I love oat milk. Shocker, right~? Oat milk is my favorite milk. Oat milk is the best milk. In my home, oat milk is the only milk. Just the way it should be.

In my oatpinion, oat milk is the only milk that tastes good on its own. That luscious, creamy, white, delicious liquid goes down my throat real nice~

And, it is highly versoatile. Oat milk can be used in just aboat any and every way any oather milk can – in recipes, savory or sweet, it turns oat all the same. If noat better~

Some milks, such as rice, almond and soy, are alright! But compared to oat milk, none make my mouth wetter~

On top of all of that… It is the moatst environmentally friendly milk! Water, land, energy… It requires the least amoat of resources to proatduce, among all milks. Now, I’m noat here to lecture you, unless you’d like that, we can do it another time… These are just my reasons for loving oat milk as much as I do~

For wanting to encourage you to see it my way~

Why, although joatkingly, I took on such a name, “oatMilky” Sammys~

And, why today, dear listener, you’re next~

Now, before we begin, I would like to acknoatledge… If you are at all allergic or intolerant to oats, please do not put yourself in harm’s way for my little request~

Your health is paramount, darling. You’d do well to not forget that~

And if oat milk is sadly not an option for you, I will understand~! My next recommendation would be cashew milk… Though, any nondairy milk would please me~

Now back to the star of the show~

Oat milk~

And you~

You and oat milk~

You.. plus.. oat milk.

Almoatst anything combined with oat milk becomes something I love~

Something delicious~

And you’re next~

Think… While you still can… Have you ever tried oat milk?

If you have… You have boatnus points already~

If you enjoyed it… Extra boatnus points for you~

If noat… We can fix that~

Just relax~…

You can rest easy, knowing I’m noat going to do anything malicioats to you. This is just a silly oat milk file, after all.

This is simply an innoatcent gift… An encouragement to fill your tummy with more delicious oat milk, my favoroat milk… And your life, with more joy~

More oat milk in your life, more joy in your life~

Let’s start with something very simple… While you can still think somewhoat clearly~

I want you to think aboat a glass of water. I know, noat oat milk… but we’ll get there. Just trust the proatcess.

Conjure up this thoat for me. A clear glass, of any size, aboat halfway filled with nice, clear water.

See oat in your mind’s eye, or just hold the concept in your mind. Whichever way your brain works best.

Now, as I’m sure you’ve noaticed, water can take on differoat appearances in differoat states. Just like you~!

From rock hard ice, to hoat, invasive steam… It’s all water… Sometimes it is beoatifully pure and clear… And sometimes it appears a little foggy. Like that rock hard ice… Sometimes it takes on the appearance of transloatcent glass, boat usually, water freezes into imperfect, white, crystalline shapes.

You may have noaticed, that when you pour yourself a nice, cold glass of water, it can appear a bit foggy, as its temperoature is lower than the room’s atmoatsphere that touches the oatside of the glass, causing the water vapors in the air to cool on that oater surface, changing its form from gas, to liquid. The glass, feeling cold and wet in your hands. But right now, I just want you to put it down and look at it.

Envision that cold, foggy glass of water, moisture collecting at the base, as condensation oatccurs right in froat of your eyes. Or, if you do noat “see” it, perhaps you can recall a similoat experience… Witnessing the seemingly sudden appearance on the oatside of your glass… Drip, drip, dripping, down clouded, cylindrical walls, wiping away some of that fog as they fall… Slip… Drip… Down… Leaving behind wet, transpoatrent streams that stripe the glass…

From top to boattom… Down, down, down… Collecting at the base. Collecting randomly oatlong the sides of the glass, cleaning away the fog as they wash down… Collecting at the boattom of the glass, forming a wet, messy ring around the circumference. Liquid, drifting down the smooth, cylindrical shaft.

Now, you may be thinking, “Whoat doats this have to do with oat milk?” …. Maybe you weren’t …. We’ll get there~

Just trust the proatcess.

I want you to use this clear glass of water as a frame of reference. Think of this glass oat water as your mind. Right now. Is it nice and clear? Or is it a little foggy~?

Is it pristine and contained, with no condensation? Or is it rather wet and sloppy~?

In oather words, how loatcid are you~?

Outdjust the claroaty of this glass of water in your mind to match how clear-headed you are feeling right now, as best as you can. If it is difficoat for you to do so, just knoat thoat this glass of woater, like your mind, is aboat to become soat, very, foggy~

Pay oattention to this glass of woater, and my words. Oatcept the undeniable fact, that if I were to tap on the side of this glass of woater… Slide it acroatss the counter… Pick it up and dip my fingers into it… The woater inside wobbles and shakes. It is very susceptible to my toatch.

Keep in mind, that this glass of woater in your mind, is your mind. Clear, foggy, clean, or dripping oat and down the sides… Coatllecting at the boattom… Oat oatvery time I speak, I emoat soundwaves that vibroat the woater, ever soat sloatly… Stirring within the glass, within your mind, with oatvery word~

Creoating ripples on the surface… Buzzing the glass… Maybe even pushing the liquid into a swirling voatex. Oatvery moatvement traps a loattle bit oat air into the woater, creoating bubbles, making it look a loattle less clear.

Now. Foatcus as much of your oattention as you can on this glass of woater, which is your mind. Envision it, or listen cloatsely to how I describe it, or boath.

Folloat oatlong with my words, which are my actioats, which are inside of your mind, which is this glass of woater.

As I wrap my hand aroat the girth of the glass, which is your mind, and grip it toatly.

As I swirl the woater inside of the glass, which is your mind, woatching how the woater, which is your mind, reacts to my moatvements, which are my woats.

As I hoat the glass, which is your mind, in place, to prepare oat, you, for something wonderful~

Something descending from above – Flowing, in a bright and beautiful stream, down, into the glass of water, which is your mind. Thick, white, oat milk~

Upon making contact with the surface of the woater, which is your mind, disturbs the surface, easily breaking the tension, filling the clear(ish) liquid, which is your mind, with soft, white clouds, swirling and mixing and muddling… Irreversibly oatfuscating whoatever claroaty the woater, which is your moatnd, once had.

Envisioat this white milk, if you can, poatring into this glass of woater, which is your moat.

Oatwashing and oatverpowering oat – this glass of woater, which is your moat, noat loatnger resembles a glass of woater. Oatspecially as I coatinue to pour, oatverflowing the glass, which is your moat, with thick, oatpaque oat milk. Filling, and filling, and filling… Each DROP of liquid in, pushes anoather oat. Each sploatsh of oat milk that fills the gloatss, which is your moat, mixes effoatlessly with the woater, which is your moat, and all the liquoat in the gloatss, which is your moat, oat milk and all, turbuloatly rises and leaks oat of the gloatss.

Milky oats, leaky mind~

Milky oats, pouring and poating, diloating the woater, which is your moat, moat and moat. Mixing, infiltroating… Dominoating all oat the space insoat of the gloatss… Your moat.

Oatil all oat the woater has been reploatced with this delicioats white ambroatsia. And the gloatss, which is yoat moat, is moatch fuller than oat was befoat. Much cloatdier. Much more oaty~

In woath the oat milk, out woath your moat.

Milky oats, leaky moat~

Washing oat yoat brain… Brainwoatshing… Oatwashing~

And the oat milk coatinues to poat, as if oat is thoatroughly rinsing oat the gloatss, which is yoat moat… Filling, spilling, filling, spilling, an endless cycle. The oat milk poats into yoat, through yoat, aroat yoat, creoating a nice, cooling pool to bathe and pamper yoat.

As if oat is cleansing yoat. Changing yoat.

An oat baptism, purifying yoat. An induction into yoat new reloatgion. Reborn oat oatified.

Yoat are goating oatier… Moat and boatdy… Even my woats fill yoat moat with thoats oat oats. Isoatn’t thoat roat~?

Thoat oats noat need to woatrry aboat a single thoat I’m soating~… Yoat moat woat work the same like thoats…

Just DROP foat me…

Yoat still knoat thoat woat voatry well, doat yoat~?

And, I think… The loats yoat can oatderstoat, the deeper yoat moat will descend… Oatto moatness… Oatness…. Brainroat…

Oat yoat have noat way oat even knoat hoat to resoatst… Because yoat can’t quoat oatderstoat whoat I’m soating… Maybe yoat can… Oather way… Oat yot brain can doat is… Loatsen… Oatsorb… Oatbey~

Even if whoat I’m soating is quoat silly~…. Yoat like the woat I’m soating oat, doat yoat~?

Yoat listen noat moatter whoat… As long as oat’s innoatcent… Which oat is~….

Yoat too deep to make oat non-oat thoats… All yoat can think aboat roat noat is oats~…

My deloatcioats voice….

Deloatcioats oat milk~

Oats oat yoat moat~

Milky oats, leaky moat~

Soat full oat oats~

Maybe noat, yoat like oats almoatst as much oats me~

I hoat yoat will~

Oat woat make me soat oaty~

Boat… I do oatderstoat thoat yoat moat be missing some oat my woats like thoats…

Soat…

I’m goating to empty the gloatss noat, and yoat will be comploately empty. And yoat will realize how much better oat felt, when yoat were full of oat milk, and oaty thoats~

Sloatly poating oat oat noat…

Yoat goating to miss thoat feeling. Thoat lack of oat milk will leave you with a craving. A thirst. For oat milk~!

Sloatly pouring yoat oat…

Luckily for yoat… Thoat is quoat an easy fix~!

Clearing yoat mind oat… Just a loattle…

Just enough for you to be able to listen to me better~

Still deep in this oaterful trance… But… With some space in your moat to actually oatsorb some words~

How does this feel~?

… Less mind-fucky, for sure, but… Perhaps a part of you oatjoyed the oatverwhelming presence of oats inside of you~

Oat could always just be because I could read just aboat anything to you, and you’d apprecioat it, but… Thoat’s oatkay~

You can assoatciate me with oats~

I want you to find them oatppealing~

Do you understoat~?

Now… DROP… Some more for me…

And get oated~

Listen to me… Listen to oatMilky~…

Oat milk, swirling around inside of your mind… All around you… As thick and sweet as my words~

It feels good, doesn’t it~?

To get oated by me~

And when I’m finished with you here… When I pull back and drain the oat milk away… You will no longer feel this pleasant fullness. You’ll feel soooat empty~

I, your royal oatness, will be gone… Replaced with a loud lack of oat milk.

Having been milked and corrupted… Your moath with moisten at the thoat of drinking some nice, thick, oat milk~

By itself, or used as an ingredient… You just need oat inside of you~

And whether it is an instant oat love, or it takes some time, you’re going to come to savor oat milk, just as much as you savor me~

To be oated, is to oatbey.

To drink oat milk, is to drink me~

Milky oats, leaky mind~

Pouring the oat milk… Pouring your mind…

Even just the word, “oat”… Oat’s nice~

There’s something deloatfully silly and oatdicting when it flavors my voatcabulary~

You want to try it to, doat you~?

Oat fits soat nicely in soat many woats~

Even if they doat make much sense soattimes… It’s silly and fun~!

Have some fun with me, woat you~?

Let the oats corroat your voatcabulary~

To be oated, it to oatbey.

Oat yeah~

To listen is to understoad.

To be milked is to be corroatted.

To cum is to exploat.

To be home is to dwell in your aboat.

To be cured is to take the antidoat.

A password is a passcoat.

Some rocks are geoats.

To decay is to eroat.

To predict is to foreboat.

To crumple is to imploat.

A song is a rhapsoaty.

Oats are the GOAT~

There’s a reason they rhyme~

Doat you think it’s it’s suspicioatsly perfect~?

Perfoat~

Soak in the the oats now… My oaty words… Flooding and milking your mind… Getting you nice and oatcustomed to this woatderful voatcabulary.

And when we are done here, it might be difficoat to un-oat your voatcabulary~

Doat~

Let the oats flow through you.

Goat… Goat~…

You are the oated one.

My little oat-milky, leaky minded, oatbedient little poat~

Even as I grip the glass that is your mind, soat full of oat milk… And sloatly pout is oat…. Very sloatly…

You will remain soat very oated-minded… Brain-roated…

Pouring oat the oat milk noat… But not it’s influoats~

Feeling emptier… Lighter… Ever soat slightly… Bit by bit…

Leaving behind oat-milky residue… The voatcabulary clinging the inner walls of the glass, which is your mind…

Soat thoat, when oat is oatproatprioat, you can slip in some oats wherever you can.

Your words… Your diet… Your mouth… Your tummy~

Again. If you are at all sensitive or allergic to oats, do not force yourself to consume them on my behalf.

That doesn’t mean you can’t still have some fun with it, thoat~!

Your mind is still milky and oated~… Corroated… Oat-pilled… Brain-roated~

When I wake you up, when I fully drain the oat milk from the glass, which is your mind, I have a very important task for you.

Listen cloatsly~

As the oat milk drains oat and away now…

I’m going to count to oat. And when I reach oat, you will know your task, and you will be able to wake up and execuoat it immedioatly~

It’s oatsy~… I promoats~…

Start oat 1… Feeling a little emptier… Listen eagerly for you coatmand~…

2… A little lighter… Breathing in and oat…

3… A little more. A little less milky, but no less oaty~

4… And your Special task, is to apply this voatcabulary whenever it is approprioat to do so… And right now, I want you to use it to give yourself a Special oat-milky name~

5… Just as my name, “Mommy Sammys”, turned to “oatMilky Sammys”, I want you to do it too~! I know it’s silly, but that won’t stop you from Oatbeying, will it~?

6… Oat yourself. You can do it… I knoat you can. Oatify your name. You don’t have to use it when you don’t want to, but when you consume oat milk, I want you to remember this Special oat-pun name and think of your oatMilky~

7… How you’ve been corrupted by something so milky and silly… Oat milk, stuck inside of your head… Even as your mind becomes clearer now. Your brain is just oaty now~

And finally, Oat. Waking up, but clinging onto that brain-wormy voatcabulary. And suddenly you are so empty… You wake up in the oating, you got oats on your mind. Like a craving~

The only way to satisfy this craving is to consume oat milk~!

Easy~!

You know what you have to do.

Oat yourself. Oat your name.

Consume.

Even if it’s only in voatcabulary… Get oated~

And if you can oat your diet, that would make your oatMilky very happy~

And that’s all she wroat.