| As per Madame Zulu Split a chicken's heart in two, pin it with nine needles, wet with whiskey, set afire. Spire three dung beetles. Bundle up sweet bugle, periwinkle, bind with twine, bury in a shallow hole with badger bones and pine. Every day at half past seven, smoke a clove cigar. Burn a black wax candle in a bottle pocked with tar. Concoct a crock of cow tongue, honey, cool, consume the contents. You'll have good luck in love and money -- none of this is nonsense. K.R. Copeland |
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