The DM13 Journal
Resist the inclination to allow the mindless opinions from others to usurp your throne. Your supremacy lies in your defiant autonomy—your revenge will be affirmed by their oblivious mediocrity.
Boldness is a performance art, and there will always be critics in the audience too basic to understand the nuances that intoxicate us with life. So keep your gaze forward and your hands dancing, their ridicule will be scorched by your fire.
10:32 am: I got up, made My bed, and inspected the foul container pervading the air in My shadow lair–it was ready.
Over the past 2 weeks, I’d been fermenting a batch of urine. There was a demoness residing in a particular camellia flower in My gardens, and this was unacceptable. After consulting with a slew of elders, I learned about an ancient method the Dragn gnostics would use for such matters of exorcism.
Although I wasn’t a zealot of the Church, desperate times called for desperate measures. I was experiencing a demon infestation in My life that was driving Me to the brink of insanity–they were like baby roaches that would come out during the night, and The Most High was My insecticide.
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