Joe Wordsworth
Logician
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- Apr 22, 2004
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So, I go off and get on the badside of a Wiccan, yesterday (the number of prefixes to the title of "witch" are many and flowery including things like "druid" or "celtic" or "gardens" or some such). My fault, her fault, nobody's fault... doesn't really matter. Apparently, she'd been working Love Spells on me (I shit you not) amongst other things and finally, we had a talk about how I'm sorta involved with someone and yeah, we had that night together, but no... we're not going to make a thing out of it. So much for love.
So I got threatened.
With magic.
It took me repeating that to myself three or four times before I actually processed it, I got threatened with magic. I got threatened with two spells or curses or whatever. The first being a car wreck last night (which, wow, didn't happen) and the second being for something involving "unhappiness in my travels all the rest of my days in the night" or some kind of damn thing like that.
What... the... fuck?
So I got threatened.
With magic.
It took me repeating that to myself three or four times before I actually processed it, I got threatened with magic. I got threatened with two spells or curses or whatever. The first being a car wreck last night (which, wow, didn't happen) and the second being for something involving "unhappiness in my travels all the rest of my days in the night" or some kind of damn thing like that.
What... the... fuck?