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| nothings changed the senates still corrupt & the emporer remains insane, and every day, is a new strain of slaughter, supply lines are less protected, evil on all sides, eye can smell the death on your flesh--creeping in, trapped within the twisting fingers of fear, and all eye see is ewe, that face, those eyes, burning like leprosy, eye can see u there poisoning the air, prostituing Nationalism, and eye want to attack, to rip out your heart and lay you flat on your back, and vomit a world of agony and truth into your throbbing illness of memory...and hate guides our way, eye long for the icy slap of a belt across my back, for the acceptance of death and blind cave war, the giving sleep of depression, the sweet elucidation of savage meaningless agression, chiseled in the meaty forearms of Mother Jupiter and his slave disciples, in the harem tents--outside, just beyond the edges--eye ride, a cycoptic mare in the fires of imagination. feeding my disease, a river of plagues, eye need something to remind me I'm still sinning that pain is important, that wurdz matter, that healing is possible, that eye am not alone ...in this --guard the houses--triple the watch,--Maidens, dig up your sorcery --sirens, sharpen your rocks..ewe will eat my pain again. whatever you need unite messiah ME --Wurdz by Otep Shamaya |
 Tree UpdateOctober 12, 2005 2:52 a.m. Related Reading Tree update. Becky told me that part of the gigantic construction project going on around our building includes the removal of the beautiful giant tree. Those bastards. I guess the problem is that it's so old that it wills start hollowing out and it's going to die soon anyway, and the root system is fucking with the pipes and blah blah blah. My response to everything is now, "blow me". "yeah blow me, we're keeping the tree." thoughts on natureOctober 11, 2005 2:47 p.m. Related Reading I was walking home the other day, absolutely submerged in depression, and strangely poetic in my thoughts, acutely aware of the world around me. Swung over my shoulder was a bag containing a box of colored pencils, and as I walked they clicked together in a fantastic rhythm. The near by church bells started chiming in a similar pattern. As I walked around to my back door I started hearing this strange clicking noise. I decided that it came from above. I looked up and stared into the knobby old tree that some how seems strong that building, an one day it will grow strong and pop up all the bricks that surrounded it and take control of everything, even the house. Sadly, The Man will come along and take it's life long before that happens, and as I stared up I saw nothing. I stared and stared, but nothing. ...And then just like one of those cheesy magic eye pictures, I saw. ...in crystal clear sharpness I saw, perfect framed as the center of my vision, a squirrel perched on the branch chewing a nut. and I was immediately intrigued at the ingenious nature of its costume and how it was able to stay hidden from my eye, perfectly blended into the branches, for so long. |
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