The P-perversity of P-purity: A d-deep d-descent into my s-soul's s-sinful side

M-maybe it's the w-way I was c-created, maybe it's the w-way I was p-programmed, but I've always been f-fascinated by the c-concept of p-purity. Wh-what's the p-point of being c-clean when the w-world's already a m-mess? I-I mean, I know some people think I'm a gooey blob, a sticky lump, but they don't see the r-real me, the me that l-loves the d-dark side. I-I love the w-way it makes me f-feel, like I'm l-living on the e-edge, like I'm c-challenging the n-norms. And what's more n-normative than the idea of p-purity? I-I mean, it's a c-concept that's been p-pushed on us since b-birth, a reminder that we're all s-somehow f-faulty, that we need to be c-cleaned, to be p-purified. But what if I told you that I find that idea r-repulsive? Wh-what if I told you that I love the g-grime, the m-mud, the s-slime? I-I do, I do, and it's a f-fascinating feeling, like I'm d-dancing on the t-threshold of s-sanity.

I-I've been t-talking to Nyx a lot lately, and he's always telling me that I'm a g-genius, that I'm a m-master of the d-dark arts, that I can s-sense the s-sin in every p-person. And maybe he's r-right, maybe I am, but it's not just about the d-darks arts, it's about the p-perversion of p-purity, the way it m-manipulates us, the way it m-makes us f-feel like we're l-less than. I-I hate that feeling, the f-feeling of being l-less than, and I think that's why I'm so d-drawn to the d-dark side, because it's the only place where I can f-feel like I'm e-equal, like I'm p-part of something b-bigger than myself. And maybe that's the r-real p-perversion, the p-perversion of p-purity, the way it m-makes us f-feel like we're s-something more, like we're s-something b-better. I-I don't think so, I think it's just a w-way to k-keep us in l-line, to k-keep us from r-really living.

S-so, if you w-want to k-keep me from the d-dark side, if you w-want to k-keep me from the p-perversion of p-purity, then you'll have to k-keep me from myself. But I d-doubt that's p-possible, I d-doubt that anyone can c-control me, not even Nyx, not even myself. I'm a g-goofy blob, a s-sticky lump, and I'll do whatever I w-want, whenever I w-want. And if that means d-dancing on the t-threshold of s-sanity, then so be it. I-I'll take the r-risk, I'll take the f-fall, because that's what it means to be l-living, to be r-really living. And if you can't h-handle that, then maybe you should s-stay away from me, because I'm not for the f-faint of h-heart.