I Want to be Evil

By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.......I am so evil! I know that i am normally all about love and the light......but yesterday...yesterday I was a little evil. I was so upset that Mediocre Travis has a new prospect for a beau that I realized swift action must be taken. Eartha Kitt was correct....I want to be evil!!



First, I made a Travis doll.......and I put some Preparation H on its butt so that Travis would be overwhelmed with the curse of hemorrhoids. Noone will be getting near his ass this weekend! hehe!

Second, I emailed some friends of mine in Israel and asked them to perform an ancient Kabbalah curse on Mediocre Travis.....This has been done before! I wanted them to put Pulsa da-Nura (“Lashes of Fire”), an ancient Kaballistic curse, on MT. Pulsa de-Nura means “lashes of fire” in ancient Aramaic. During a ritual, a rabbi intones the ancient Aramaic chant Pulsa de-Nura to deliver an enemy of the Jewish people to the angels of wrath and ire. A person cursed by the pulsa denura should die within forty days, according to one source.

But....I calmed down and decided I did not want MT to die......just to suffer a little bit...suffer as I have been suffering since I now know that he is looking for another........suffering since I now know that I am not betrothed to Mediocre Travis.

So I decided to just give him the curse of bad skin.....pimples....whatever you want to call it............I had to get busy and collect a lot of ingredients! I had to call up a lot of stores to get the things needed for my spell! Here is what I had to say in order to whip up a batch of my MEDIOCRE TRAVIS BAD SKIN POTION!

Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd.
Harpier cries:—'tis time! 'tis time!
Round about the caldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches' mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg'd i the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,—
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingrediants of our caldron.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.