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It’s ten past two, I’m not doing very well,
Day one of the diet, I’m in calorie hell.
Cal counting, carbs and fat intake,
I’m beginning to think this was a mistake.
The fight against cravings is driving me insane,
Who’d know healthy eating would be this much of a pain?
Carols size ten arse has just walked in,
With a tray of tea and a biscuit tin.
She then politely declined the sweet taste of a bourbon,
She’d probably prefer to dip celery, the moron.
It’s Friday and my turn to bring in the cakes,
I sit and stare as they’re wolfed down by rakes.
Refuse even a bite, then they tell me they’re proud,
They don’t know I scoffed two when no one was around.
I’m feeling bad now, like I’ve cheated myself,
For that moment of heaven I’ve jeopardised my health.
I’ll balance it by avoiding the booze this weekend,
Yeah, because that wont drive me around the bend.
Well, it’s weigh day, it’s my turn soon,
Once again, I am the fattest in the room,
“Two pounds on dear, how’d you manage that? ”
Because I’ve not had a shit yet, you skinny tw@!
I’ll start again Monday, With a fresh clear mind,
And work once again on shrinking my behind.
I’ll get there eventually, it’ll just take time,
I wont always be a villain of the cake eating crime.
As God as my witness, I will be thin,
Just as soon as I kill Carol with that bloody biscuit tin.

Lindsey Ashton

Nurse

November 3, 2015

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The distant Peugeot grows. It crushes the gravel
to the porch, grinds to a halt. Silence then,

until feet tip-tap up the steep steps to the top.
Her hand’s on the knob, knocks.

Towering over my head
she beckons me to this again with a smile,

asks me how I feel. I hated the intrusion, to start with.
And the early reminder – the first one most

days – that I can no longer believe my dreams.
There won’t be walks to unfamiliar bars

with acquaintances picked up by the unconscious,
she had come to tell me.

Intimidating to be the focus of attention
at this intimate time of day. When I felt

my thing dancing dangerously out under
the duvet, I wanted to wake from the nightmare

before she bared me to bathe me
like a new-born baby. Now I let her

handle me with a refrained amount of pleasure.

Sébastien Houix

fire

Last weekend occultists and pagans from across Cornwall gathered near St Just to celebrate Samhain (Kalan Gway its Cornish name). However, sadly, we did not attend this particular event. Instead we took part in a smaller, more intimate gathering near the south coast.

Around a huge bonfire we meditated on the buried dead. The area had been first purified and the circle blessed. Symbolic representations of Earth, Air, Fire and Water were positioned in the north, east, south, and west of the circle. The usual invocations were then made to these elements, after which a prayer was offered up to the God and Goddess inviting them to join us in our circle of protection.

Offerings were made to our beloved dead and an invocation voiced to open the portal “the way between the worlds”, so they might join our humble celebration. Communing with these spirits, we each of us focused on the death within ourselves, simultaneously excising the mundane, everyday world from our thoughts. For a time we became one with the dead and with the land around us that they had known so well, seeing again through their eyes the changing landscape, the varying seasons.

Our ritual finally ended, we did what all good pagans must do: we eat, drank and made merry around the bonfire, celebrating the pagan new year with a candlelight dance, followed by a blessing on all of us. Then off we all went, departing into the darkness like shadowy ghosts. Until next time…

knelt before…

November 3, 2015

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She pulled away from Eric’s grasp, knelt before Brian and looked up at him.

“Let me suck you off,” she said. “Please.”

Olivia Cunning
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In the Dark of Night

This is a real black magic spell specifically to bring nightmares to another person. You should cast this spell after midnight but before dawn, and be aware that it will make a bit of smoke. Have a window handy. You need:
• A black candle
• Mugwort
• Dragon’s blood resin
• Charcoal tablet
• Heat-proof dish
• Large piece of white paper or cloth
• Black ink (a marker will do)

On the paper or cloth, draw 3 concentric circles and an x in the center. Set up the dish and charcoal on the x, and the candle outside the circles. Light the charcoal and get it smoldering, put a pinch or two of mugwort on it along with a chunk of resin. When they are both smoking, light the candle.

Watch the smoke rising from the dish and visualize it floating through space to your intended target. It brings nightmares and fear into their sleep, and picture that scene for several minutes and focus on the person.

After a few minutes, put out the charcoal and switch the dish and candle so the candle is on the x. Leave it until it fully burns down. Your victim will have bad dreams starting the next night and it will last for 3 days.

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