My blog beat me up in my dream last night.
And Satan can be unbearably good looking, but he usually has really bad hair. I don’t know what’s up with him and his hair styles.
That stupid demon that likes to make out with me was in my dream again. Whatever.
I guess the world is overpopulated? It seems to me that very many souls have wanted to have this human experience, and that is why there are so many of us. If you don’t want a bunch of poor people, embrace birth control, and implement programs that dispense it freely throughout the world. Fuck Rome!
Abstinence doesn’t work. Humans are animals, and animals will always have the urge to mate.
When I was suicidal and hospitalized, there was this Death Metal asshole who kept getting people to play a card game called Suicide in there. Unfortunately, it turned out that I was wearing that puppet’s old shoes.
That was a weird puppet show in there. I saw the whole thing in a series of dreams when I was quite young, as a television show, and a couple of people were a booklet of comics. My whole life prepared me for that ordeal. Everybody synced up and came together at one time in the same ward. It was my first interaction with black folk in a long time and I finally felt at ease, even though I was still super tense. I was a lioness in there. I guarded my den from any fools who tried to get in.
Now I will finish coloring the pages that have come back to me, and read the books that Dune sent me on a hunt for.
I don’t know why I’m attracted to Satan. *sigh* I shouldn’t be, but I am. It’s one of my biggest problems. It’s just, well, so tempting to see the world as something to play with, and he is a kindred spirit in that. Plus he has these pheremones that affect me. And this aura that my eye is directed towards. I don’t worship him, however. What I really want to do is get him in a ball gag and tie the fucker up.
I honestly don’t know what I am other than Katherine.