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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 |
  Me and Amy Lee and a gut wrenching cry.September 08, 2003 11:00 p.m. Related Reading Note: I awoke out of a very upsetting dream on saturday morning. The most signficant detail is what happened right as I woke up. (after attempting just to type the end...I discover I have to tell the whole thing...but it's brief.) I was back on campus filming a version of junkyard wars...only you have to find things on campus to make something out of. (sounds like a subconcince reference to my scavenging campus for things to make art). My team was Evanesance. Amy Lee and I were off looking for things, and the goal was to build a rocket. Now note...it was as if I was watching the final cut of the show...seeing myself in 3rd person, something I never do in dreams. and there were shots of the Amy and the guy working on the inside. Then at some point it was if there was a commerical break or something, but I missed part of the show....the actual competition. when the show came on again, I just walked on screen and I just brust in the the most ugly, gut wrenching cry. I don't think I've experienced that kind of cry before. ..Amy came over and was comforting me but also trying to keep on with the show. Apparently B and the guy from Evanescance died in some kind of accident. ...I can only guess the rocket exploded. |
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