Sleeping with the Devil?
Thanks I’ll try it.
I really don’t give a f**k what you think. Why? Why not? Do you even know who the devil is?
I refuse the red skinned imp with horns and a pitchfork. I don’t need the brainwashing storybooks. I have seen the devil in real life. Slept with the devil, dined with the devil, even showered with the devil.
The devil isn’t a man. The devil is in me. The Devil is that nagging doubt in the back of your mind. The “you cannot do it’ chorus.
So while everyone cowers in fear at the sound of “Devil” like those wizards in the Harry Potter books. I will lace up my bustier, strap my garter to my stockings, and ride the hell out of it.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
Turn negative energy into positive energy.