I’ll See Your Curse, and Raise You a Bucket of Guts!
posted by March 22 at 15:56 PM
onWell, Brendan darling, although the dreadful curse that has been laid upon you by the former-fatty/disputed-boozer sounds like a doozey, let’s not forget the moment, not so very long ago, that I myself woke to find my front doorstep decorated with animal intestines and strange black powders of various sorts and dubious origins. (Whoever did it had to stake out my building for hours and break-in long after midnight—now THAT’S commitment to one’s black art.) Of course, that was back when I was writing theater too, so perhaps there is some connection. Maybe all this evil whammy isn’t aimed at us, maybe it’s aimed at theater. It’s working.
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oops. sorry, the gf wanted to do it voodoo style.
we'll clean up afterwards next time ...
Adrian, darling, you don't post enough.
I miss you.
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