Wiccan Trash

It is a pretty oppressive day all around.  I heard the chopper this morning.  It sounded so close, it made me think of Indianapolis.  It was real and quite profound.  I was poisoned by a Wiccan spell this morning, and every time I tried to counter it, I felt ill.  I hung in there and cursed it away with pure rage.  At this point, I am becoming tired of being surrounded by uneducated individuals who sap off the system, and never give back in any way.  Well the caster of this spell is one of the most abusively fraudulent welfare babies out there.  If you want to talk about it, why don't you quit going behind me back, and say it to my face?   The reaction I should of had was rage verbalization and a desire to bash the witch's brains in.  I just finished my meal and went to my room.  Others can deal with the sludge that is you.  You really never should been born at all.  I guess I am just tired of being so nice to nasty predators like you that shatter all sense of safety and community in a vicinity.  Well, I will say nothing, but I bet others will come your way and they will be quite "curt."  My Line Deputy put a bounty out on your head today.  It may not manifest, but you may start to look over your shoulder.  I had nothing to do with it.  That is a law enforcement matter, especially in Muncie, and now Indy.  Well, I won't go any further into it.  You are too sick and twisted AND stupid to know that this is actually about you.