Inspired by Sara and La La, I wanted to share hope, in my case about being older and in possession of myself. But I’d rather talk about when I was possessed.
Yesterday I snarled at people if I didn’t like their looks or if they looked at me too long. It wasn’t me. It was Satan. Just as I was about to post on the glory of goodness he took possession. That’s how he rolls. Satan battled God for the soul of The Sword-Chinned Bitch.
I insulted people’s looks OUT LOUD and giggled like a troll. Oh, my! What a big round head you have, hehehehehe! How unfortunate, hehehehe! Showing ass crack on a Saturday afternoon. Splendiferous! What a nasty view of cellulite you’ve just given me — tehehehe. I enjoyed it ever so much. I wanted that speeding motorcycle to explode into the wall. I wished hard for it to happen. I grinned imagining the carnage. If I wasn’t snarling, I giggled at the evil things that I had said. I tried to unsnarl my face but it didn’t work. This isn’t my normal behavior; my head usually doesn’t spin 360 degrees.
To age is fine, but, there are hormonal side effects that kick in especially when you don’t get sleep.
In the Exorcist, priests throw holy water on the possessed girl and chant fervently “The power of Christ compels you!” By the bye, I’ve done this to wild coworkers and it does calm them. I went home, took a bath in holy water and now I’m back to my old Sword-Chinned Bitchedy goodness — hallelujah! The demon has left the building, and I’ve got some pretty damn good holy things to tell you!
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