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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 |
| it's like sex without an orgasm (called T). June 27, 2002 5:50 p.m. Related Reading So I did it. I looked up the number. Picked up the phone. Shouted at myself a few times; "You can sit here for the next half an hour, dialing and hanging up, but eventually calling. Or you can grow some fucking balls and make the goddamned call right now." I called. He doesn't live there any more. I hate it when this kind of thing happens. I'm always so unsatisfied, like sex without an orgasm. (or so I've heard). It's like I've waited this long to talk to him, I finally decided that today is the day. and then....BAM! I get hit hard in the face with a brick. Now the selfish spoiled brat in me is saying, "You want to talk to him? You deserve to! Track him down by whatever means nessicary. I tried searching for him online, couldn't find him. Now part of me wants to call around until I can find a friend of mine who wants to go out to dinner tonight, and go to the restaurant where he works.....something I have avoided doing since Feb. Or maybe I should be a good girl and just go home, makes some dinner and go out and finish my drawing like I should be. |
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