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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 |
 All Dressed UpMarch 04, 2005 11:33 p.m. Related Reading As the saying goes, I'm all dressed up with no where to go. maybe I'll eat soup and then go get coffee. that's something right? Now..why am I so dressed up? well I was driving home for work and the little gallery a few blocks from my house appeared to be having an opening. I ran home, scrabbled though several outfits and finally decided on one...quick doing of hair and full make up...zipped up the boots and ran out the door. I had to look like the cool artist that everyone would want to know! Walking briskly through wet streets in 4 inch heels isn't a cake walk. But alas...those art snobs most of retired home for drinks....because the gallery was dark, except for the lovely painting lit in the window. so I had to saunter back home, looking all hot. Now...here's the thing. No one I know can do anything on a friday night. ..Right now, Becky is still working. Other people have to work super early in the morning, or just go to bed early....or are out of town. ~sigh~ I can't even do an IHOP run all dressed up. Maybe I'll just change in to pjs and grab a bite and a movie here. heh,...maybe just bed and buffy. yep...this is the excitment that is my life. |
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