Raven in Green again..

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

B and Mr. Paul
February 09, 2004 11:08 p.m.

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I found out the other night when I was talking with B on the phone (I started watching The Hours and was crying shortly after Ed Harris appeared. So I called B to yell at him for being Ed Harris. ..and we talked for a bit.

I found out that he has become good friends with Mr. Paul over the past few months! That's a really interesting turn of events. I never would have expected that. So now I was able to ask B for Mr. Paul's phone number, so sometime in the very near future I'm going to give him a call. ...and hopefully in the more distant near future he and B can come down for a visit! that would be great!