The more of you who join, the more of you who pledge yourself to me, the more people at work who stare at me as I pour beers or bend over a table to clear it, the more it becomes apparent that I need a temple for worship.

I need a space for everyone to pledge themselves, a holy ground where edging streaks can be broken, a place in which everyone comes to serve. I crave the level of control where my followers exist within the same space, fighting for their place amongst my favourite Children, doing whatever it takes to be my favourite and my own personal servant.

I crave the ability to have you all there at my beck and call, for all of you to jump when I say I want something. I want all of you so eager to please me that you’re willing to do anything.

I need my space for worship. It becomes more and more apparent to me every day.