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Try the BEST MySpace Editor at MySpace Toolbox !Thus, with the sudden change in Nelly's disposition, greatly excited all the gossips of the town. He who had never had a golden portrait of the king suddenly became one of the most powerful gnomes on the internet. He was somewhat of a userer, and never refused the young bloods of the city a loan for a dissipation or a carouse. His money never brought any good, it always corrupted the owner, whispered evil thoughts and wishes, and brought ruin and disgrace on the oldest families of Orleans, St. Domingo, and upon the 8th Note Coffeehouse. And finally...Nelly arose on the solstice and placed a curse upon the evil felines of myspace and their leader Floyd.
Nelly soon became regarded as a mighty wizard and magician. Thousands resorted to him to solve on love knot more intricate than that of Argyle, to probe the future, or to get rid of a dangerous rival. In none of these tricks did he ever fail. His prophecies, clear and unequivocal, unlike those of Delphi and Nostradamus, are still current among the old Creoles. His miraculous power was always ascribed to his familiars, the trees...
Of course, with all this halo of romance around him Nelly got a monopoly of the supernatural business of New Orleans. A certain essence of his, for one's enemies, which he distilled from the leaves of his trees was fully Nelly was several times suspected and accused of poisoning cats, but nothing could ever be proved against him. As for his fetishes and pretended magic, the Government was too sensible to interfere; they were part of the religious beliefs of a voodoo gnome, and did much to keep quiet a very dangerous class of the population. On a March morning of 1811, occurred the greatest storm in the history of America, the city of Havana was almost totally destroyed and it is calculated that two thirds of the population of Martinique and Dominica were killed. The hurricane swept with unexplained fury around New Orleans and all along the bank of the river. The next morning a party of soldiers who were sent out to rescue the overflowed folks on Lake Ponchartrain, passing by Nelly's castle, they discovered a gnome swinging by his neck from the branch of a tree. A close investigation showed it was Nelly himself fearfully mangled and torn, stuck with voodoo doll needles, and hung like Absalom. Whether he died from suicide, or through an accident, or whether he was himself the victim of those spirit trees, they alone can tell. The picket on the city walls said that through the thunder and lightning of the storm he could distinctly hear the cracking and sobbing of the branches of those trees, mingled with the curses and shrieks of old Nelly. Certain it is that, ever after, the trees were dumb and mute, and seemed to have lost all power of speech, and there are some who say that Nelly's life was the last demanded to set these spirits free. Nelly welcomes you to his site...
