eleph666

i once had a friend called sajid m but he was the type of friend that embraces upon meeting but once the midnite hours have taken their toll he would mutter "cunt" under his breath wheneva giving me the luxury of his attention. majid was big into majik. on one of his b'days he gave me a present- it was a kaleidoscopic rug. i was thrilled with this, cos majid was usually tight with his money. not a few days after did i notice the change in my life, it was almost instantaneous. things that were right turned wrong and, yes, things that were wrong stayed wrong. i was cast under a spell, or rather walking on one. what can ya do when put in such a position? majid would have taken steps to overcome me burning da rug, and it doesn't bode well to throw a present away or pass bad luck on to others. so i took on the burden of that majik rug and carried its muthafuckin load for a considerable amount of time. and only after that time had passed did i realise majid hadn't in fact cursed me, he had indeed given me a gift.
don't fight it, feel it.
ohm

thank you, you are defintely sweet.