Stories of old
My mum used to read to me this story when I was a young kid.
Once there was an evil emo vodoo witch, who had sex with every guy she saw. One day she met a nice guy, and lied to him about her past and pretended to be an innocent peasent girl. When she felt so bad about keeping it, she broke down and told him everything, but still kept the fact that she was a witch, a real one! He didn't flinch but took it like a man, 'coz it the gentleman's code not to. Then the guy treated her good and everything, but something was amiss. His heart was not with the prostitute/liar/emo vodoowitch but with his old flame. So he ended the courtship with the slut and went back to find his old love. He got back together with her and it went well. Like all fairy tales, the evil prostitute was not happy one bit. And tried to ruin the relationship in any way she could.
She had men to tell towns of the man's treachery and betrayal, but what she didn't realise was that she just couldn't accept the fact that she was not the one. Not the one for anyone, but for her to just go back to her little cave and boil the blood she slit from her wrists, and the food she puked after every meal. She did that and made an evil concoction, thinkin' it would somehow increase her 'non-exsistant' powers. The evil concoction that she cooked up was only the essence of her hatred. Instead of makin' her powerful, it turned her into something far worse than what she was.
She lost her mind at that point of time and did so many bad things that drained her father's soul. She became a full flegded prostitute and even had a threesome with two guys, and actually thought that one of them was falling in love with her! Oh my, the shame brought down on that witch for her stupidity.
The nice man went to find her after hearin' about how far the witch had fallen from grace. He talked her into changin', changin' into someone pure and true. She lied once again.
Now, when the man and his old flame couldn't work out and he promised not to hurt her anymore. The only way he could not hurt her anymore, was to not be together anymore. He did still love her but it was something that couldn't be.
Once again, the evil emo vodoo witch/prostitue/liar/slut/disgraceful daughter had to come out of her cave and stir up trouble in the village. Although she met a new man that she is lyin' to about being a witch. You cannot blame her, for she is her parent's offspring. She is dilusional, for sayin' she cannot be bothered and yet in the same breath, claims she still cares. The emo vodoo witch tries to make it seem like she is on the old flame's side, but please, people, do not fall for her tricks. For she does not fight for girl power, she fights her own dyin' battles. She blames the man for the way she turned out, but sadly, the only person she can blame is the minah she sees in the mirror.
Down comes the rain, right on cue.
A story I felt like telling, depends on whether or not you wanna think as if you're smart enought to hide from me and talk behind my back. Like some guy who calls people on the phone and masturbates, thinkin' he's almighty and hidden. However, I have the upper hand, the brains, and the resources to find things I'm lookin' for. Instead of blaming it on everyone in a frenzy of words. I read somewhere, "and now, someone is back into my life"..... Don't count your scars till you cut yourself darlin'.
'And as for the story of the toys on the shelf..... I have to say it fits the story so perfectly.
Once there was an evil emo vodoo witch, who had sex with every guy she saw. One day she met a nice guy, and lied to him about her past and pretended to be an innocent peasent girl. When she felt so bad about keeping it, she broke down and told him everything, but still kept the fact that she was a witch, a real one! He didn't flinch but took it like a man, 'coz it the gentleman's code not to. Then the guy treated her good and everything, but something was amiss. His heart was not with the prostitute/liar/emo vodoowitch but with his old flame. So he ended the courtship with the slut and went back to find his old love. He got back together with her and it went well. Like all fairy tales, the evil prostitute was not happy one bit. And tried to ruin the relationship in any way she could.
She had men to tell towns of the man's treachery and betrayal, but what she didn't realise was that she just couldn't accept the fact that she was not the one. Not the one for anyone, but for her to just go back to her little cave and boil the blood she slit from her wrists, and the food she puked after every meal. She did that and made an evil concoction, thinkin' it would somehow increase her 'non-exsistant' powers. The evil concoction that she cooked up was only the essence of her hatred. Instead of makin' her powerful, it turned her into something far worse than what she was.
She lost her mind at that point of time and did so many bad things that drained her father's soul. She became a full flegded prostitute and even had a threesome with two guys, and actually thought that one of them was falling in love with her! Oh my, the shame brought down on that witch for her stupidity.
The nice man went to find her after hearin' about how far the witch had fallen from grace. He talked her into changin', changin' into someone pure and true. She lied once again.
Now, when the man and his old flame couldn't work out and he promised not to hurt her anymore. The only way he could not hurt her anymore, was to not be together anymore. He did still love her but it was something that couldn't be.
Once again, the evil emo vodoo witch/prostitue/liar/slut/disgraceful daughter had to come out of her cave and stir up trouble in the village. Although she met a new man that she is lyin' to about being a witch. You cannot blame her, for she is her parent's offspring. She is dilusional, for sayin' she cannot be bothered and yet in the same breath, claims she still cares. The emo vodoo witch tries to make it seem like she is on the old flame's side, but please, people, do not fall for her tricks. For she does not fight for girl power, she fights her own dyin' battles. She blames the man for the way she turned out, but sadly, the only person she can blame is the minah she sees in the mirror.
Down comes the rain, right on cue.
A story I felt like telling, depends on whether or not you wanna think as if you're smart enought to hide from me and talk behind my back. Like some guy who calls people on the phone and masturbates, thinkin' he's almighty and hidden. However, I have the upper hand, the brains, and the resources to find things I'm lookin' for. Instead of blaming it on everyone in a frenzy of words. I read somewhere, "and now, someone is back into my life"..... Don't count your scars till you cut yourself darlin'.
'And as for the story of the toys on the shelf..... I have to say it fits the story so perfectly.
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