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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 |
| 6 Weird habits. May 08, 2006 10:09 p.m. Related Reading Conform! Free Will is over rated! Jump on the Band Wagon! ...There's no such place as area 51. I suppose I will be a good submissive and do as I am told. here are 6 of my weird habits. 1. Oral Fixation. I bite things. I like to bite. I constantly nibble on the collars of my shirts and the sleaves of my shirts. There are teeth marks all over the cuffs of my sweatshirts and zippy things. There are little teeth holes in the collars of my shirts. One evening the boyfriend and I were watching some Tv at the parents house, and I scampered upstairs and had a word with my dad,...and he asked what was on my shirt. I looked down and very near my breast was a bit mark. I had to explain that it was I that had placed those teeth marks. And of course we all know I like to nibble on my boyfriend. 2. I make dinosaur noises. Atleast, that is what I call the. Sometimes they are baby pterodactyle, including wing motions. And of course there a T Rex growls with claw motions. I'm serious. I will stand in front of a mirror and growl and claw. or I will walk though the house and flap my hands and sequel, making a baby pterodactyle noise. 3. I growl at my food. This might be part of the previous habit....but I growl at my food. If I'm eating something expecially tasty, or I'm especially hungry, I will growl at my food before I devour it. That tasty critter just won't stand a chance. (Hmmmm I suppose all this just means I'm an animal.) 4. Inability to allow impulse buying at the supermarket. Like most people I am suceptable to impulse buying, But this applies to clothes, books, music, movies, and other such things. I don't impulse buy at the supermarket. When I go shopping for food I buy only the necessities. I don't randomly cookies or chips, or anything. This is a bad thing because I end up with a fridge full of parishables a nothing to eat for snacks. When we go out late in the evening because we are hungry, we buy just want we want or need. So if I want a fancy salad, I buy only what I need to make that. But, this means when it is late and I'm hungry, I have to go out and and get something because I'm hungry. Becky and I have been trying to allow ourselves to impulse buy some snacks. Recently I bought Kettle Brand Sea Salt and Vinger chips. They are in the hippie food section of the store, they have no trans fat, they are so potent, they are excellent. 5. I tie my straw wrappers and say a name. When I was in college my group of friend got in the habit of tying our straw wrappers in a knot, and pulling, while thinking a name of a celebrity. One would normally think the name of a person they have a crush on,...but we would always use celebrities. I still do this to this day. Every time I open a straw, I still must tie it in a knot and think a name. (and I suppose my boyfriend would like me to mention.........) 6. I am a car singer. I, personally, don't find this all that weird. Lots of people are car singers. Yes, I sing along with my cd player, a lot, in full voice, and I suppose there are hand gestures, and fist pumps....and the occasional head banging, hair flalling, and body thrashing, .......is that really all that weird? ....okay I suppose it is. Oh, and as far as tagging is concerned. if you are reading this and desprately want to be tagged, consider yourself such. |
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