I don't care who you fuck. I really could care less. But destroying someone else's life to get laid is not only Pathetic, it's wrong.
It's easier to jerk off to Porn than to eat thru a straw for weeks on end because you tried to steal the wrong man's woman.
Frank would never do this, but the next piece of ass you decide to go after in this manner might have a boyfriend just angry enough.
Frank doesn't wish you harm. Unless it came to His death, or the physical harm of someone he loved, He would do everything in his power never to hurt another living being.
I am not so forgiving.
I Tutored Frank in Magick. He helped show Zephie. She Helped you and until LESS THAN a year ago, you didn't even KNOW real Magick existed.
" In other news, I attended an Equinox ceremony headed by Zeph. It was very nice, it seemed to make a good amount of sense in a way, even though I had to fight decades of Christian upbringing's fight-or-flight reaction to any ceremony not EXCLUSIVELY Roman Catholic. But after that faded, I got to enjoy the ceremony just fine. I have to say that all that propaganda about pagans and what not spouted by Christians is about as accurate as a Southern Baptist's view on D&D."
IT has nothing to do with your "Mage this" and "Dream-work that."
It does however have to deal with your treatment of other people. Namely someone I love very much. People around you are not Pawns in a fucking Game. This is not Role Playing you dumb fuck. You are dealing with real people's lives.
I don't deal well with that. You may have noticed my SN, MORRIGANS WITCH. As in my Patron Goddess being a Battle and Death Goddess.
You don't shit on the family of a Battle Goddess.
You don't abuse the family of a Battle Goddess.
You sure as hell don't expect to walk away unscathed. Karma is a Bitch, and So am I.
In Magick, I have over twelve years of experience. You don't even have twelve MONTHS. I have been trained by Druids, Old Guard Witches (I know you don't understand the concept, but ask a REAL witch what it means, and they can help with the big words.)Wise Women of the Green Witch Path. I have studied at the feet of Voodoo priests. I have partied with the Gods of Voodoo, the Lwa have offered me much and still I have stayed my path.
I am the Child of a Battle Goddess, and by that same token I have the fucking scars to prove it.
Everything I have set out to do in life, I have accomplished. I got my black belt, I started my own business, I built my car when no one else would. I took the death sentance of a doctor and made it my own. I took being told that I'd never walk again, and I made myself run. I learned every type of Battle skill I set out to. I make Robin Hood look like a Newbie with a bow. I can circumsize a gnat at 20 yards with a pistol, and at 300 yards with a rifle. I can use a Bo staff, and all manner of flying steel.
This is Determination. This is Drive. This is resolve. This is not taking NO for a fucking answer.
Take it. Use it. Do something good with it. Better your life with it.
Don't settle for half assed. Don't settle for sloppy seconds.
Take yourself, make something of yourself.
Just Don't fuck with people I love.
I am so angry at you right now for the way you have treated my family. I don't take that well. Please do not convince me that I need to Speak to the Morrigan on Frank's behalf. Physically, I wouldn't hurt a fly unless my life depended on it. But Magickally My views on Karma and Vengance are singularly my own.
Don't force me to put that resolve into making you wish you had never gone to UMBC.
It's easier to jerk off to Porn than to eat thru a straw for weeks on end because you tried to steal the wrong man's woman.
Frank would never do this, but the next piece of ass you decide to go after in this manner might have a boyfriend just angry enough.
Frank doesn't wish you harm. Unless it came to His death, or the physical harm of someone he loved, He would do everything in his power never to hurt another living being.
I am not so forgiving.
I Tutored Frank in Magick. He helped show Zephie. She Helped you and until LESS THAN a year ago, you didn't even KNOW real Magick existed.
" In other news, I attended an Equinox ceremony headed by Zeph. It was very nice, it seemed to make a good amount of sense in a way, even though I had to fight decades of Christian upbringing's fight-or-flight reaction to any ceremony not EXCLUSIVELY Roman Catholic. But after that faded, I got to enjoy the ceremony just fine. I have to say that all that propaganda about pagans and what not spouted by Christians is about as accurate as a Southern Baptist's view on D&D."
IT has nothing to do with your "Mage this" and "Dream-work that."
It does however have to deal with your treatment of other people. Namely someone I love very much. People around you are not Pawns in a fucking Game. This is not Role Playing you dumb fuck. You are dealing with real people's lives.
I don't deal well with that. You may have noticed my SN, MORRIGANS WITCH. As in my Patron Goddess being a Battle and Death Goddess.
You don't shit on the family of a Battle Goddess.
You don't abuse the family of a Battle Goddess.
You sure as hell don't expect to walk away unscathed. Karma is a Bitch, and So am I.
In Magick, I have over twelve years of experience. You don't even have twelve MONTHS. I have been trained by Druids, Old Guard Witches (I know you don't understand the concept, but ask a REAL witch what it means, and they can help with the big words.)Wise Women of the Green Witch Path. I have studied at the feet of Voodoo priests. I have partied with the Gods of Voodoo, the Lwa have offered me much and still I have stayed my path.
I am the Child of a Battle Goddess, and by that same token I have the fucking scars to prove it.
Everything I have set out to do in life, I have accomplished. I got my black belt, I started my own business, I built my car when no one else would. I took the death sentance of a doctor and made it my own. I took being told that I'd never walk again, and I made myself run. I learned every type of Battle skill I set out to. I make Robin Hood look like a Newbie with a bow. I can circumsize a gnat at 20 yards with a pistol, and at 300 yards with a rifle. I can use a Bo staff, and all manner of flying steel.
This is Determination. This is Drive. This is resolve. This is not taking NO for a fucking answer.
Take it. Use it. Do something good with it. Better your life with it.
Don't settle for half assed. Don't settle for sloppy seconds.
Take yourself, make something of yourself.
Just Don't fuck with people I love.
I am so angry at you right now for the way you have treated my family. I don't take that well. Please do not convince me that I need to Speak to the Morrigan on Frank's behalf. Physically, I wouldn't hurt a fly unless my life depended on it. But Magickally My views on Karma and Vengance are singularly my own.
Don't force me to put that resolve into making you wish you had never gone to UMBC.
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