I never asked you to lick my blood…

Tituba was screaming, in pain, blooding after the massive ritual rape from the Salem’ constables hands. I should write the penises sticks other yes..? There was nobody around, just her almost-friend, the white demon of local pastor. Then the clock of Salem jumped… The time of curse came.

  • I am writing, compering my Spiritual photos with the historical facts. Just one thought for today – the evidence of crime is never disappearing, just the witnesses are killing.

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