I am going to crush all of your dreams like I crush these cigarettes into my ashtray. You wish you could serve me. You crave my thick white puffs of smoke. You dream of licking these boots or shining this latex. I just don't feel you deserve them. You think you are devoted to me but you are not. If you truly wished to serve me you would have earned your place at the heels of my boots by now and I would be feeding you my ash. Time to stop dreaming about these things and take some action.

Work harder,
Elena De Luca