Celestia
Sister,
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You fiddle with these, because idle hands are the Devil's workshop.
And I'm telling you to get some, you evil bitch!
(Sorry.)
Al,
Ps. Back in the first half of the 1990s there was a hotel near where I worked. It was called The Petersham Inn. One night - every so often - they had tiddly-winks contests, and the two best tiddly-winkers in Sydney's western suburbs were the Morris Brothers: Horace and Boris Morris. And I used to use my cheap and nasty Japa/Mala Beads to chant:
Horace Morris, Horace Morris, Horace, Horace, Morris Morris. Boris Morris, Boris Morris, Boris, Boris, Morris, Morris. Horace Morris...
Try it out and let us know - 'cause it'll have (fucked-up) effects.
After that, you can try experimenting.
All the very best Sister! So few of us - So many of them!