"juju" poems
Listen,
I've got guilt choking all of my good juju.
I’m sorry I told you we’d hang out
just so I could come over
to watch Breaking Bad.
You know I need that
weekly crystalbluepersuasion.
I’m sorry I didn't sit on the porch steps
with you afterward
while you had your evening cigarette.
(I could have done that at least.)
I imagined you
sitting there
watching me
drive down the street &
out of your sight—
a lit cigarette hung limply from your lips.
I felt your disappointment &
I cursed my mother for teaching me
to have such a sharp sense of empathy.
I know I’ll never be badass enough
not to care.
I realize I was born to give
one too many *****
I've learned to accept it
as my incessant character flaw.
(It could be worse.)
Although,
I have to be honest,
I get my kicks
entertaining the notion
that for one evening
I was
the one that got away.
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 1:54 PM UTC
Pearl Avenue runs past the high-school lot,
Bends with the trolley tracks, and stops, cut off
Before it has a chance to go two blocks,
At Colonel McComsky Plaza. Berth's Garage
Is on the corner facing west, and there,
Most days, you'll find Flick Webb, who helps Berth out.
Flick stands tall among the idiot pumps-
Five on a side, the old bubble-head style,
Their rubber elbows hanging loose and low.
One's nostrils are two S's, and his eyes
An E and O. And one is squat, without
A head at all-more of a football type.
Once Flick played for the high-school team, the Wizards.
He was good: in fact, the best. In '46
He bucketed three hundred ninety points,
A county record still. The ball loved Flick.
I saw him rack up thirty-eight or forty
In one home game. His hands were like wild birds.
He never learned a trade, he just sells gas,
Checks oil, and changes flats. Once in a while,
As a gag, he dribbles an inner tube,
But most of us remember anyway.
His hands are fine and nervous on the lug wrench.
It makes no difference to the lug wrench, though.
Off work, he hangs around Mae's Luncheonette.
Grease-gray and kind of coiled, he plays pinball,
Smokes those thin cigars, nurses lemon phosphates.
Flick seldom says a word to Mae, just nods
Beyond her face toward bright applauding tiers
Of Necco Wafers, Nibs, and Juju Beads.
8.4k
Aimless devotion to discontent deities*
sacrificial offerings crucial for good juju
Altar boys and pages kissing feet for wages
Praying to relics
punishing heretics
Burning,knifing,shooting
Oh for the love of god!
Don't believe
Do believe
Maybe just for acceptance
Penance repentance
Breed a way of thinking
and get many precious berries
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 3:00 AM UTC
It was the month of the year,
The day of the month,
And the time of the day.
When secrets are spilled,
And stories are told.
She told me her secrets,
And every stories she was told.
I told her mine,
But then she whispered and said,
"Let me tell you a secret.
I'm not good at keeping one."
- Juju
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 9:02 AM UTC
square-up marys,
It’s junior year, in the ivie,
we’re gambling for big-chips.
so gambate, do-it-big!
It's time, buck-up or labron.
if you bunny rouble
homeskillets will hook-it-up
lovems juju
.
.
*slang…
girlogue = conversation between girls that guys can’t understand
square-up = get ready
marys = bookish and lovable girls of wit and looks
ivie = ivy league
big-chips = high stakes, high risk
gambate = Japanese word: 'Try your best!!'
do-it-big = take things to the next level
buck-up = rise to a challenge, to do something others are unable to
labron = fail miserably at the last second
bunny rouble = have trouble
homeskillets = friends
hook-it-up = help you out
lovems = sending you love
juju = good luck*
.
.
(*Get ready, you bookish and lovable girls of wit and looks,
it’s junior year, in the ivy league,
and we’re gambling for high stakes.
So try your best, take things to the next level!
It's time, to rise to a challenge and do something others are unable to
or fail miserably at the last second.
If you have trouble
your friends will help you out
I'm sending you love, good luck.*)
Jan 4, 2024
Jan 4, 2024 at 1:52 PM UTC
When you walk into the room,
fireworks before me, a ship sinking and yet,
i forget my minds sails to another parallel that swims to deep,
tutut, juju, and warm to light and heartbeat torture of another day
that pendulum monkey on my back dances to that haunted dancefloor
that begs to be conquered from thankful bells that toils to answer,
our disguise and wonder, my sweet our touch is a beauty of a crash course,
for the ravers as you much on quaver after quaver, what about the midnight hour
that gets to be a sweet requiem of us, justice to us that never follow their favourite game.
Goodnight.
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 7:54 AM UTC
News Feed
Knowledgehater Gonzalez
July 30, 2012 ·
Promises....
I hold u and wonder what
You'll be like when ur old
I can only promise u won't
Go hungry unloved or cold
But I can't promise ur life
Will not have pain or sorrow
But my blood, my liver, or bone
Marrow are all urs to borrow
Lol or keep but I can't promise
Ull feel accepted by peers
Can't promise u happiness
Or that u won't cry tears
I can promise to never
Steal a girl from u
But I can't promise what actions that
Other humans will do
I can promise to leave u money
My assets my ear and shoulder
But I can't promise to teach u much
But the basics when ur older
I can promise to clothe u
Or support u in ur arts
But I can't protect u from betrayal
Or a painful broken heart
I can give u all I have
And teach u all I know
But I don't have all the answers
To questions as u grow
I can't promise we won't fight
Or that u won't hear me cuss too
But I can promise that with all my heart
That I will always love u
I can promise to guide u the best
Way I know how to do
can u accept knowing i dont have to
understand u to love u
I can't promise that the boogeyman
In a way doesn't exist
But I can promise wutever demon
Haunts u, I will help u resist
I can't promise not to
Border being hypocritical to u
But it's only because I have seen what
A life of indulging can do
So I promise that I wont always tell
U wut u wanna hear
But I promise to only give my
Opinion then back off as u steer
Wutever u choose even if
It's not my favorite or i feel its not best
i will still support u if u want *******
to hold tight ur dress
cuz if that's wut u truly want
I will love u all the same
Cause ur my son no matter what u
Do or who it is u became
I promise to respect and remain
The friendship we grow to have
Just promise me you'll sympathize
when im strict ur all that i have
if u need someone to talk to
dont think u cant tell me ur sins
cause my love for u never ends like
a circle so dont keep me from things
in your life so i can help cuz
U were the one who saved my life
If ur life was an event on Facebook
I'd hit going! Comment and "like"
see how much I love u tyke?
so much I'd use a cheesy example to
Explain myself, cause looking dumb
Means nothing if it's for u
Cause I'll be the next John Q
I'd do whatever it takes
Cause that I can promise
But some things are not made
For me to be in control of and some
things are out of ur control too
But for what I can't promise I can
Promise I'll be there for u through
The pain it will bring,
And when my opera fat lady sings
I will die happy knowing I got to
Experience the most greatest thing
Which is being ur father
Cause it proved to all those that think
I wasn't capable of greatness
wrong Cause ur the greatest thing
I've ever done or I'll ever do
Next to being there for u
And I promise to do all I can do
If its possible to promise it to u
Promise to be honest with u
And to accept what I don't like
Cause in the end I'll love and support
Anything u chose to do in life
...I love u Juju
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
Look what the cat done drug in
Slow on down... darlin’!
Hol’ yo horses!
Don’t go get’n a conniption fit
Or get’n your knickers in a knot!
Hush up
Or’n I’m a goin **** a knot in yo tail!
I’m busy as a one legged cat in a sandbox,
but I’m fixin tell what we got here at JuJu’s
Now lookie here...
we got
crawfish mild spicy
crawfish medium spicy
crawfish spicy spicy
we got
crawfish with corn
crawfish with sausage
crawfish with potatoes
we got
crawfish with red sauce
crawfish with pink sauce
crawfish with melted butter
If y’all a bit dry...
we got
crawfish with canned soda
crawfish with bottled water
crawfish with beer
crawfish with BYOB
Or we gots
jus’ crawfish
Go on an pick how yo’ want yo’ crawfish spiced, then go on an decide what yo’ wanna add! I reckon we gots dang near 362,888 ways to eat these here mudbugs
You might could get
spicy spicy crawfish with
Zummo’s sausage
spicy spicy crawfish with corn
spicy spicy crawfish with potatoes
spicy spicy crawfish with
Zummo’s sausage and corn
spicy spicy crawfish with
Zummo’s sausage and potatoes
spicy spicy crawfish with
Zummo’s sausage, corn and potatoes
spicy spicy crawfish with
Zummo’s sausage and beer
spicy spicy crawfish with corn and beer
spicy spicy crawfish with potatoes and beer
spicy spicy crawfish with
Zummo’s sausage, corn, potatoes
and beer
I could go on...
till I’m plum tuckered out... but...
Got it? You good??
You want mushrooms
Well, I’ll be
Don’t go axin... what we ain’t got
No siree bob, no mushrooms
We also ain’t got tea, sweet or unsweet
But sweet’s the only way to have tea sweetie
If you want soda, you can get
Coke, Diet Coke, Sprite, Dr Pepper
Diet Dr Pepper, Hawaiian Punch, Brisk Tea
Or Root Beer
We also got shrimp... just boiled
We also got gloves... half a dollar
Well, I’m worn slap out!
Watcha have a hankerin for?
Take your own sweet time!
Sit a spell
You’ll soon be full as a tick on a big dog!
Happy as a dead pig in sunshine!
You’ll wanna slap yer mama!
Can’t decide hon?
I do declare!
Aren’t you precious?
(now... he startin get on my last nerve)
Still...can’t make up your mind?
Well... I can’t do it fer ya!
(bout aggravatin as a rock)
You picky?
(Lawd have mercy!)
Bless your heart!
© 2019 Jim Davis
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
Good Day spoken in a bad austrailian accent
bad juju voodoo clear light poltergeist on disablity
Hoarding every scrap of miserable memories attached to trash
your apartment is a holiday for nightmares and childmolesters
******* magazines, old sanitary napkins , bad vhs movies
lay like dead soldiers waiting for the war to end
Black bags and boxes scattered every where are villages to rats
and every unknown pestilence you can only read about in medical textbooks.
half eaten pizzas covered in pickles dried up sadly looking at empty pills
You have no hold on me I can't understand your pain nor will i listen to your overdramatic ******** about whoever
or scheming to defraud Walmart
Your mutilation is a scar spelling sociopathic miscreant child trapped in an old mismatched shell of no clear gender.
Your diagnostic prophecies from the dsm5 dismissed like school on a snow day.
Will commands the unentanglement
uncurse
unfear
dispell all your contradictions accusations monologrhthyms
bad music choices and echoes of muttered mustard.
only truth will be uplifted
Peace be with you
whereever you are currently infesting enjoy your dora the explorer ice cream
Was there ever a floor in here?
Mar 25, 2010
Mar 25, 2010 at 12:53 AM UTC
born in 1975
40 odd beat
song now old
enough to buy a cold
drink
cold drink
We're hitting funk levels that shouldn't even be possible.
recommended algorithm
algorithm
recommended
for your ears only
We're hitting funk levels that shouldn't even be possible.
come band
funk funkier,
summon Brown
back from the dead.
Fibonacci's rabbit on steroids
what’s your count
Feel this beat
Fibonacci's rabbit on steroids
0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55,
seek me the vodoooo advice
quick turn to 23/16
(3+3+3+3+3+3+3+2)
probably overhearing
overhearing what is truly not there
it's my juju baby
over the speed limit
sound so slow
150 BPM
we’ve gone over the speed limit
billion BPM
and a
beat
direct line to NASA
monitored funk levels
from outer space
audio crackcocaine
legal be it \
this
speed deep beat
band come
come come
now
funkier,
Brown sermons
back from the dead.
James loves
brown brow
tall dark seregeti
beat
Mandingo beat
Khoudia Diop Repeats
If they got any funkier,
they'd summon James Brown
back from the dead
Fibonacci's rabbit on steroids
what’s your count
Feel this beat
Fibonacci's rabbit on steroids
0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55,
Warning: Do not turn the speed up to two.
YOU WILL BE OUT FUNKED.
double WITCHED
If speed is increased, wash eyes
Khoudia Diop Repeats
wash your eyes
ice cold
water
speed of sound
quicken your pace
release your soul
seek me
the vodoooo advice.
levels of funkiness been
theoretized
never imagined
achieved
born in 1975
Dumisaning
40 odd years ago.
song now old
enough to buy a cold
drink.
drink
seek me
thee vodoooo advice.
I have beaten about
this beat before.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 11:22 AM UTC
I found perfection
In every flaws you possessed
In every faults
And every little mistakes you did
I found peace
Within your chaos
Tranquility
In your storm
And a passageway
Of love
In the cracks of your broken heart
- Juju
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 9:33 AM UTC
I'm not one for superstitions
Generally things are going good
I don't believe in charms or trinkets
You must believe me, knock on wood
Spill some salt, throw over shoulder
Never do that one at all
You have to watch just where you toss it
If you're eating at the mall
You get bad luck for breaking mirrors
The curse has seven years of life
But, marry wrong...it lasts forever
Would you trade your mirror for your wife?
Good luck comes from certain idols
Rabbits feet and lucky charms
If that's true I have one question
Are there three footed rabbit farms?
Voodoo dolls they have bad juju
Zombies coming from the dead
I know I am not superstitious
But, I have garlic round my bed
Black cats and a leaning ladder
bad luck say the witches queen
But if bad luck is all around us
Why do people like 13?
Tea leaf reading and the tarot
Horoscopes and chicken bones
I think that they are just full of blarney
I don't believe but, I'll kiss the stone.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 9:22 PM UTC
Spirits, sages, mystics and wizards
shamans and charmers
voodoo, hoodoo...wanga and juju
and..
old old women- those teller of tales
weavers of dreams....casters of spells
Warnings of darkness and deepness
conjuring clues or readings
from spangled stars on black nights
Guidance on this spiritual journey... this mystical quest
Sunrise into sunset... dark into night
Answers to questions you never asked
Questions to answers
long buried in self shrouded past
There are those who would lead you
to dark alleys astray
Those who would steal your hearts diamonds,
your trust.. and betray
You hear whispers and rumors
strange tongues, and hushed voices... muffled sighs
You search for everything and nothing in the shadowy mist
What are true truths... what are lies?
Keep your eyes open..receive the whole
and know..
That real truth is sometimes
in the unexpected, the untold, the unwritten, the uncharted....
Like..
in the moment of exhale from one true kiss!
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC
Rounding life’s corners on my Bigwheel
Smile splashed across my face
Eyes illuminated with glossy tears from shear speed and joy
Not considering the path ahead or the road behind
Simply now, simply sublime
Regaining control after speeding too quickly
A brief lapse in judgment nearly bringing cataclysmic spills
Up on two wheels for a moment
But now firmly planted, gripping the road
Only speed limit is desire
People see my style as I pass
Like I was from Ipanema
And I can hear my theme music blast as I fly by onlookers
Giving me a rhythm to peddle to
Getting funky on these streets
And bystanders become bydancers
Unavoidable, infectious pandemonium
People woop and get down and *****
To fill that former droning, stale silence
I feel like me again
Which is really the only way to feel
Because why should you feel like someone else?
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
The Juju-do endures like a dreamy beer,
Never hate a Jespi,
Seas endure like big beaches Loveland,
Love is a cool breeze.
Never pull a haenyo divers fishing net,
The small girls roughly commands the sea,
The haenyo divers Mermaids endures like a warm ship,
Desolation, life, and endurance!
Clouds wave!
Why does the highest mountain hide?
Where are the lively grandfather stones?
Adventure, faith, and love,
Unreal, sunny and chocolate candy too.
All mainlands fight rough, misty winds,
Dreamy shore roughly loves the sun.
Adventure, courage, and life!
Jeju Pony 'Hidden Treasure.”
Sails fall like lively Olle walking trails.
Travel roughly like an island reef,
The sunny ship calmly views the trails.
Sunrise from a volcanic crater.
Sunny fields of barley.
The sun waves goodnight, like a sunny gull,
Sun falls!
Courage, dreams and faith,
Oh! The wonders I have seen!
Jeju-do
© 2013 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
Jasper words pour from his lips,
in contrapuntal time.
They shuffle just behind the beat,
they strain to make their rhyme.
Sweat drips on his old guitar,
strings bend and cry and sing.
Hear the Blues Man on his throne,
he makes his guitar ring.
Air thick with smoke and rhythm,
like some ancient ritual dance.
Mesmerizing, hypnotizing
he puts you in a trance.
Weaving tones and chicken bones,
with cheap flat lukewarm beer.
There's no place you would rather be,
than with the Blues Man in your ear.
To take bad juju off his strings,
he'll use the John the conqueror root.
He ain't got a *** to **** in,
But he's got a blue silk suit.
His shoe keeps time, heel to toe,
with a whiskey voice he croons.
Harp in its rack, he wails away,
a Little Walter tune.
With gospel affectations,
he preaches to his throng.
"I saw her kissin' Willie last night,
she went and done me wrong".
"I'm gonna take the next thang smokin'
out of this here town".
Then he slides a bottle across the strings,
and it makes a mournful sound.
You forget about your troubles
when you get what he's layin' down.
He'll take you to the other side,
when the BluesMan comes to town.
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
Give me that sweet soul-sucking blues,
Where my heart drops,
My mood drops,
Quicker than a stone in a well of *****
Wail out to me that poor county tune,
With the man who lost everything,
Save for his heartache and a guitar,
Where he tells me of that bad juju.
Caress me with that sad ballad,
Of that woman who you love unconditionally,
Who can't give you what you need,
Where you can't ever get back that piece of your heart,
A piece that will forever be wilted and grey.
I'll drink it up,
A sponge that is fit to absorb it,
I'll do it all live long day,
I live for it,
Maybe it's a subtle masochism,
To hold my own pains at bay.
May 20, 2023
May 20, 2023 at 1:16 AM UTC
Do not look at me
with sad eyes
reflecting a life
you choose to hate
Good intentions backed by bad juju
I see it
behind your dead end job
hidden in your lack of hobbies
There in the emptiness in your mind
is the remnants
of the dream you let atrophy
As it got weak
you got stuck in a place
you thought would be another stepping stone
Do not look at me
with eyes shooting bile
behind a smile that breeds contempt
I refuse to be touched
by your silent hope
of my failure
You cannot **** my dreams
just because
you let yours die
Do not look at me
with eyes that plead for me
to carry you along for my ride
It is mine alone
My dream
cannot feed you
I will not lay it at your feet
to sully it's purity
with the soles of the shoes
you use to walk
through your own crap
Do not look at me
with the hope that my dreams
With give their life for yours
"Smile and the world smiles with you"
only works
when hope springs eternal
There is no hope
in that job that grows
while watching your soul die
So I do not smile
as I walk down the street
I look straight ahead
holding fast
to all that makes me whole
And if I do look at you...
I look at you
with kindness
and I am happy for your success
I look at you
with understanding
for we are all going through
the consequences of our choices
I look at you
with hope that you see me
and remember you once had a dream
I look at you
and wish you love and peace
and maybe
Reflected in my eyes
You can see
the best of who you are
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
We built a home
made of lies,
A room
filled with secrets,
The walls
witnessed our highs,
And sighs
That silenced the crickets.
- Juju
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 9:01 AM UTC
It was on November,
when you stopped writing me poems,
giving me notes
and singing me songs.
It was on November,
when your hugs
felt a bit lighter.
When before,
They used to be so much tighter.
It was on that month
when the fall began.
When the ghosts of the past,
came hunting us back
In the form of someone.
And I watched as you fell,
on the graves
of an old love.
Leaving me in pieces.
I buried you in peace,
Not a single tear I shed.
Because you said,
it would be a shame
to cry for a man so lame.
So I never did,
I never cried.
Now, the ghosts no longer comes back.
And the only ones that never cease
on hunting me,
Were our memories.
- Juju
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 7:10 AM UTC
Hope I never let u down
Being a dad is tough
Well, not ..tough but hectic
Never feeling u have enough
But I guess if there's love
As cheesy as it sounds
Food and shelter theres no
Reason to frown
But I can't help questioning
Every decision I make
Now considering my son
B4 every step I take
And living on selfish impulse
And all life's temptations
Has made this new change
So hard to just take in
But I still strive to make em
And better myself cause we
Must better our situation
And the better I am the better hell be
But I can't help but think my peak
Still may not be suffice
If I want to give my son the
Best opportunities in life
So Plz know juju if u ever
Read this one day
That I did my best and even
That isn't enuf u could say
For me but for u
I hope u can say it is
And there is no greater
Love in ur life than that of ur kid
So as I go on, I do my best
And second guess my acts
But unconditional love I do not
Cause I got a lot of that....
Love u juju... So much...
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
I am In Love With The World
I am in love with the rain when the sun is shinning
In love with the thinning blades of grass when noon is peaking
The change from dusk to dawn
The mating of birds and hounds.
I care for the full moon
And the constallation of stars
I'm in love with the African baboon
And the roses that bloom in june
Trees and shrubs that just are
Green and sparse
I delight in the birth puppies and the milking of cows
Creatures of the earth that walk or just crawl
I am in love with sedimentary rocks
And sands of the sahara
I am into streams and rivers
Gold and silver that I am yet to see
Into themes of the titanic and dreams of a mad man
I like the farmer at his digging and the proffesor at his teaching
The pastor at his preaching
I admire the rapper's muse
The idential triplets on the news
I admire a soldier's courage
As do I the techniques of the runway model.
The orange cottage by the hill
I am fascinated by the witch doctors juju and miracles of the Christian faith
The politician's sway
The beauty of love and the comfort of hope
And ooh! The milky way
I am intrigued by the internet's scope
I love the lover's gaze and..
The rainbow after a storm
Nature and all creation
I am intrigued by the prophet Muhammed and the philosophy of the atheist
Existance,Diversity,Intergration,Divinity
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
Woman, Hear my cries.
Woman, here she lies
Woman, don’t turn away
Woman, So powerful are they.
With your haunting eyes
And your seductive ways
Only you can match
The game he plays
You can make it end
A sway of your hips
I swear lord
This is just one bad trip
Woman, hear my cries
Woman, here she lies
Woman, don’t turn away
Woman, so powerful are they
All you have to do,
Is work a little bit
Of your natural juju
The man is down with it
Fire in your fingertips
Heavens known in your lips
Won’t you cast your magical spell
Honey it will do us all well
Woman, Hear my cries.
Woman, here she lies
Woman, don’t turn away
Woman, So powerful are they.
Baby you can put them in their grave
Those **** worthless knaves
Thanked by a woman’s generation
No more silent contemplations.
Yeah it’s safe for all.
Come listen to the woman’s call.
Clad in only her leather black.
Only till she’s needed will she come back.
Woman, Hear my cries.
Woman, here she lies
Woman, don’t turn away
Woman, So powerful are they.
Ha!
Not anymore Babydoll.
Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 11:39 AM UTC
i dont wanna be that girl, nobody wants that pressure to be an idealization.
im me, me is julia. julia holds herself,
she doesnt let other people effect her thinking or acting or decision making processes.
so you shouldnt either.
dont act because you want someone to see you that way,
act because you like the way it makes you feel.
live for yourself, until you find your match.
then you live for your family, what you love, only
because you couldnt bare to see them hurt,
and you should care how they see you.
theyre whats matters most to you, you spend an hour getting ready
to see them.
take the time to think through
how they would feel hearing about
what your doing.
those who care dont matter, those who matter wont care.
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
dealt a bad hand of cards and cursed with an unlucky fortunate,
i stirred the cauldron until it boiled over
voodoo vibes ran through my veins
and you were my witch doctor
black magic in the streets and traces of you lurking in my sheets
no spell can give me absolution from the curse you cast upon me
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC