you have one purpose in life - to be used to consume and treasure My trash. you're captivated as you have the honour of kneeling before Me as I light up and have a smoke. Drawn in like a helpless bug to My shining web. you're a mere object, an ashtray, a boot cleaning rag. you will savour every drop of ash and every morsel of mud off My divine boot heels. you're less than the dirt on My boots! Show Me how grateful you are for My generosity, ashtray boot bitch
