Black magic

Drunk. Beyond repair. Intoxicated. No, that's incorrect. Maybe physiologically, but not emotionally. Fuck the physiological and emotional people.
Everybody is an asshole. Funnily, I don't have a choice of wiping them off my life. So they hang in there. Like medals of bravado. Fake bravado. Illusions. Ghosts. Ghosts that haunt.

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Occult, black magic, fortune telling. Have always caught my interest. It's like from the time I was a small girl. When I imagined I had a magic wand and I could go about flying all over the place, wand in hand, making things just happen – in my life as well as others’. I think that has not worn off yet. Or ever will. It has taken different shapes.

This friend had quit his job. And was unemployed for six months. And was depressed, etc. One day he called me over for coffee. And asked me to accompany him to a tarot card reader. I was surprised that he had reached such state of affairs.

His session lasted for half an hour. Mine for one hour. She said many things. Mostly all sad and depressing (didn’t I tell you that some people are doomed for life – see – now a fortune teller says so too). But if even half of what she says comes true, then I would generally be happier.

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My family had my horoscope made like when I was 15-16 years old. None of it came true. Atleast I don’t think so.

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While on occult sciences. Funnily, with my Ps perpetually trying to get me married off to random men, my horoscope seems to match and become a perfect fit with everybody. Not a single case of even the slightest mismatch.
Ha bloody ha.