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Black Magick

Today I am thankful for black magick. 

When the mayor, the city council, and the city clerk start getting in horrid car crashes, that'll be because of my black candles.

They illegally fined me $500 again. 

Without a hearing, again. 

The first time, I blogged and sued. 

I only cast a spell to expose wrongdoing.  I did. 

I got to learn all about the Mayor and a council person's sex life (together). 

That was not intended, so I rescinded the spell. 

This time, I'm going cursing. 

This time, I won't bother taking back the spells. 

The fine had best be gone by the close of business today.  Tomorrow at the witching hour, their asses are grass and I am going toke it!

Have fun! 

Love,

S. 

Edit: It's 5:30 on a Friday.

The city clerk ignored my call. 

Well...........alrighty then.

 It is seven days past Halloween. 

The veil is still thin. 
Black  candles are 75% off. 
Saturday is the best day for casting curses. 

So....I'm going to have some fun with these idiots. 

In 2009, I had a return to sender spell cast because I was being harassed by the city attorney.  My ex's boss, the Tax Audit Supervisor, ended up having a seizure and crashing her car.  She hurt her hip and has to walk with a cane.  She was only 35. 

Later on, I learned she was behind the harassment. 

I'm going to start off cursing the person behind the harassment.  If they continue and do not fix this fine by Monday, I'll curse someone else. 

I'll keep going. 

I'm actually tempted to conjure a demon this time. 

Never.....play with a witch.  If you must, never do it on a Friday in the days following Halloween.

The cops are hanging out by my house again. 

Hmmmmm..........can they arrest me for being Pagan? 

I'd love to see the day. 

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