I WAS WALKING behind the public library a few months ago, and saw what seemed to be a tie-dyed shirt strung up with twine, hanging from a tree. Assuming it was some creative hippie method of caring for a new addition to one’s wardrobe, I just let it be and forgot about it. Today I was walking by there again and saw it still hanging from the tree. After all this time I was curious. I thought maybe someone got stoned and forgot about it, and decided to take it down and investigate. Inside the shirt, on a Frisbee wrapped in red velvet—to my surprise and disgust—were a dead crow and a little pouch that I was too weirded out to open. Seriously? WTF. Here I was expecting an awesome hippie shirt or some such stoner thing, and all I found was something gross that is still confusing the fuck out of me. To the sad freaks practicing amateur witchcraft (or whatever the hell the purpose of that concoction was) behind the public library, I request you knock it the fuck off. What if some kid had found that, and had been so traumatized that he decided to never be curious about anything ever again? What if I get polio because I interrupted your stupid little ritual? Get a healthier hobby, you weird fucks.—Anonymous
I, Anonymous
Some Kind of Voodoo
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I would be pleasantly surprised by this unique token. And when I was a kid I would have been even more morbidly curious and satisfied by this oddity.
Seriously, that’s pretty f’n awesome.
And yes, most kids would have crowded around that thing on a daily basis had they know about it.
So thats where I left my dead crow frisbee shirt! I’ve been looking all over for that. Thanks!
I can’t believe you didn’t open the pouch! I have to know what was inside that pouch!
This is a decent I, Anonymous. Strange, out of the ordinary, (kind of) not just someone bitching.
By the way, you’re totally cursed now.
The only good crow is a dead crow.
that was a gift. now with your typical portland pussiness you just turned it to a curse. anyone who knows you should stay away so as what you have doesn’t rub off on them
The fuck! Until I find out what was inside that pouch, I’ll never be able to sleep again.
WHAT IF IT WAS GOLD!?
How do you even catch a crow? Maybe a big net.
hmmm… i wonder what the whole thing meant? I mean seriously, i’m curious now…
I know where this was. It was voodoo. A dead bird and doll wrapped in red, white, and black cloth. It’s to ward off bad emotions from relationships and such. Glad to see you’re bitching about a possible kid finding it when you just left it on the ground.