La Bota!

"You keep saying you've got something for me.

something you call love, but confess.

You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'and now someone else is gettin' all your best.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do

one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'

and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.

You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'.

Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do

one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin

and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.

Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah

and what he know you ain't HAD time to learn.

Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!"

This is my anti-valentine mojo that I made last night because I was/am so angry.

The mojo recipe is:

1 heart shaped box painted gunmetal (representing steel-like resolve/coldness)

interior has black salt/ black pepper (repelling)

burnt matches (the fire is OUT)

'La Bota' from my lotteria card collection (Giving the boot- go away),

juniper berries (strength/resolve in matters of the heart)

Broken mirrors (the back is also covered with broken mirrors- no, I didn't break them- I just collect such things)

the hanger has two metal beads that spell 'NO'.

A 'certain person' cannot grasp the message that 'these boots' walked away months ago, and no amount of anything is going to get them to walk back. Over and done, son.