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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 |
| Writing a diary for an audience. July 16, 2002 1:32 a.m. Related Reading So I've been thinking alot lately of the concept of 'writing a diary for an audience" ....and how I've read here and there that if it reads like you're writing it for an audience then you aren't writing if for yourself. But the thing is that I always think to myself, and talk to myself, and sing to myself as if I have an audience. I'll be in my car or standing in front of my mirror, or even attempt to sleep, but I'll be on a soap box talking like all the world is listening to me. ...Like I'm some famous person and I'm being interviewed by someone importent because people are interested in what I have to say, no matter what it is. I sing, or lip sync in my mirror when I put on make up....I have on one occasion, when I felt I was looking especially vampy, while driving, on a rather empty road,....moved my review mirror so I could see myself and lip synced all sexy to Garbage. And I secretly (because my opinions on all things subjective are entirely right and everyone should agree with me or else they suck and know nothing of what they are talking about,....kidding) ...I secretly desire to be a famous movie or music critic, hence my reasoning for doing such entires. ....and while they may seem as though they are written for an audience, they are entirely written to satisfy the part of me that does long for an audience, whether there is one there or not. ...and therefore are written for me. |
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