One of the best compliments I ever received- especially from someone who matters- is that I am “Full of Voodoo.”
After all the horrors of the last few years, I was beginning to have my doubts that there was any juju left in this battered body.
Seems there is a bit of Voodoo left. It feels good. It feels damn good. It’s a reminder of why I should bother fighting in the first place.
So there’s voodoo in the old boy yet. Fuck me, that’s good to know.
“I’m not the one who’s so far away
when I feel the snake bite
Enter my veins
never did I want to be here again…
…. and I don’t remember why I came.”
Godsmack– Voodoo
(Which would also be my pro- wrestling entrance music)
Comments
5 responses to “Heh.”
Hell I could have told you that! Why didn’t ya just ask! You’re body might be slow but I still can’t run away. You say stop and I gotta and trust me it’s not the body but the mind I’m fraid of! ๐ k thanx bye!
Whatever it is – I think I would call it magnetism – you’ve still got it, Flagg.
crap. now I have ole’ blue eyes singing “Do do that voodoo
that you do so well.” stuck in my head.
I cant imagine you ever losing that “voodoo”. its something you have or dont, regardless of what happens in your life.. and you? even from a little bit Ive gotten to know of you… you got it. ๐
I don’t think you could lose that voodoo! Hell I’m still reading all these many years later…if that’s not voodoo, don’t know what is ๐
voodoo…whodo…do what…
remind me of a man
what man
a man of power
what power
the power of voodoo
whodo
you do
do what
remind me of a man…
a dark man…a bad man…
always in my dreams…
glad to hear from you –
regards…