"Tom had a whip in his dressing room. I’ll leave you to speculate as to why. I opened up the door, saw it, and was just “Why the hell have you got this thing?"
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils
See they don’t give a fuck about you
Like I do
“Kneel before me. I said… KNEEL! Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It’s the unspoken truth of humanity that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life’s joy in a mad scramble for power. For identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel. ” (x)
