I'm spoiling for a fight.

[cladking]

Now I'm really ill, clad has invaded my personal life and I don't even know him. I was watcing this and automatically thought about you-know-who:

What do you think about Egyptian curses, clad? And tarot cards? And Masonic tracing boards?

You don't skeer me in the least. If there's one thing all the ancient writing from the Pyramid Texts, to Allogenes, to the Book of Thomas, to the Bible agree on it's that I'm blessed and protected. (only so long as I'm right of course). Unfortunately to obtain this state of grace I had to become accursed. I had to be led around by the hand. I had to get wrapped up tighter than a damn mummy.

My dead king watches over me and holds up the heavens forever.