I’ve had some inquiries as to the identity of my VoodooWoman. She is what she is…what I said before…intelligent, beautiful, and highly editable. She is my friend, and I am hers. I would kill for her, even though she won’t give it up…for me.
She will make you weak in the knees. Trust me. I’ve seen what she has done to other men. They’re all gone…that’s why I’m still here. Actually, I will always be here. We both know that.
We were born during the same hour, on the same day, of the same year…our Karma is aligned…that’s just the way it is. We can’t do anything about it, as we had no choice in the matter. Fate.
Have you ever chased something you knew you couldn’t catch? Do you keep on chasing?
She is my Voodoo, and I will never stop…EVER.
Anyway, she has moved in, and that is a good thing.
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Dammit, man! She reminds me of that Voodoo lady they called Miss Rudolph. She lived over there in Jefferson Parish out in the swamp. She always wore a monkey’s foot around her neck that smelled all to be damned. She said it smelled that way to keep evil spirits and most people away. I know it worked on me, because I ain’t seen the bitch in seventeen years. She had a tattoo on each titty and never wore a brassiere. That’s right. She had a eye tattooed on one and a pair of lips on the other. Sometimes it looked like her titty was lookin’ atcha. Oh, and she had a three legged monkey running around with them little monkey hands always fuckin’ with your ears and shit. If you didn’t do what she wanted, she’d put a MOJO on your ass. You better watch out Yabu.
Sounds familiar, cepting MOJO means MOre JOhnson where I come from.
MOJO and ass in the same sentence is not good.
Anyway…hasn’t helped in the past, but it ain’t over till the fat lady sings.
Or something like that.
I’m with you on a monkey’s foot …and the smell…that is truly some Bad Bad Juju.
Bottom line: It’s too late now…she has the keys, and I ain’t moving.
Send me the secret map in case I need to break for cover.
Dash, that reminds of toddler mail, where the kids mom got her tits tatooed with a hooty and the hoo tattoo. Larry aske the todler how big was the hootie, and how big was hoo… so, how big was the eye, and how big were the lips?
One thing is for certain…I damn sure can’t type…but I’m leaving it as is.
No..you wait..and you live…and if it is right, it will be.