DDAEMON

I doth delight in letting my dark passenger drive and dredge this often dull dwelling we call dirt. Denying this divine dimension of which I currently reside would be despicable. This darkness disturbs the dullards drowning in their dunce disease and douche bag dreams of distorted reality. I've dabbled and drunk from the depths of despair and deny the dim chance I'll ever dig down there.... again. Delving into devilries and debauchery destroying this dilemma of death. I denounce such drivel for I've got a dastardly demon dwelling inside me, that dances to the divination drums that divulge directions on how to manifest within, the dark matter which demands I fulfill all my darkest desires. A dirty dreamscape detour does doth detract from? Do not go dextrorotatory and try to distract me. Dare you dream of denying that which is my destiny... developing into this Alpha Dogma. Deeper and deeper into those dimensions of which all have but disappeared from the dullards down below me. I displace their waste of space with the dark energy I disembogue daily.