When you're sitting there...

...please realise that I am not bound by the rules and laws of man; of fear, shame, guilt, obligation, or whatever else you bow down to. It is only real laws that I can not break, those that I obey by design, those that govern my totality. 

 So, when you're sitting there, judging, musing, wondering, trying to fathom the machinations of my world, remember, I am a different type of slave. 

 I'm the type of slave that knows that she is a slave. 

 Who is my Master?

 My mind, my desires, and my capabilities are my masters. The operative word is: "MY!" 
Inana governs Inana

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