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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 |
![]() I met a nice boy today.October 02, 2002 10:24 p.m. Related Reading So I met a nice boy today. I really nice boy. Someone who I feel like I actually clicked with. Lately with all the guys I seem to have small little crushes on, Clark Kent, the Ceramics boy, the boy I sing inside out with, the nice guy in my sculpture class....when I met them ...or see them, or talk with them,...there's always some part of me that wants to hold out for someone better. And I didn't have that with this guy. Part of me felt that if I could have him I would be happy. It's a really interesting story actually. ..I took one of my Dante paintings (the piece I feel is maybe the best painting I have ever done in my life) in to show a girl in my sculpture class (and if they nice guy in there saw it...a bonus, but he wasn't there..). Our class met at the university gallery today to speak with a visiting artist. ...so after class I laid this giant piece out on the floor in front of the gallery. ..My position being that I was going to be in the way no matter where I laid it out, so I just laid it out where I was standing. ...and while I was talking to this girl I noticed this guy kinda standing off to the side looking at my piece...which didn't really phase me because, it's a giant painting, of course someone will look at it. Then after a bit he came over and told me that I painted exactly like his dad....and the lady I was showing my painting to asked who his dad was...and he said that his dad teaches at one of this other college in town, and this lady knew him....and she then tells me that this guy is a really good painter and this guy is really complimenting me... So the group of us talk a bit about Dante (I clearly held my own when he was trying to show off his Dante knowlege), and then offensive art...he told this story of how his dad saw some people protesting a show that was full of 'safe' art because non-offensive art IS offensive! Which I entirely agreed. Then he told me he was a music major because he wants to approach these same types of ideas (like in my work)in music. And he tells me that's why he listens to alot of heavy metal, because of the emotion in it... ..I asked him if he knew OTEP ....to which made a face of love and tapped his heart. ...Not only has he heard of them, HE LOVES THEM! So we discussed Otep for awhile. ...We even bought our cd's because we listened to it at the same listening booth! I just thought that was cool. And B said that meant I had to marry him because there was no way I was going to find anyone else who liked Otep. Oh yeah, maybe I should be pathetic and write about what he looked like. I dunno, he had a really interesting look. He had a sort of oldering looking face,...but he didn't seem that old. And I think he was wearing Kakies....with a t-shirt, but he had a long sleve button-up with shirt over it. He also had silver glasses...slandy blond/brown hair. Oh and he had a piercing. I don't know what it's called, but it's the area below the lip, but not quite the chin... that area. And I usually HATE this type of piercing. people usually get it with and arrow or something like that, and it looks really awful like "Oh looking I'm HARDCORE!" ..and I'm just like, um....No, You're not. But HE looked good with it! for REAL! He had I sort of silver stud in it,...and wow, it REALLY looked good on him, I found it really really sexy. ...better not think about that right now. Anyway, he was late for class because he stayed to talk with me, so I missed out getting his number or giving him mine. But..then he never asked....Ugh does that mean he's not interested? I hope he doesn't have a girl. I have his last name (forget his first) and I'm going to ask a friend of mine who is a music major if she knows him. I really hope she does. I'd really like to see him again. Side Note: I think in future entries I call him the Otep boy. ~smile~ researchs links for The Cell paper.October 02, 2002 9:19 p.m. Related Reading gathering info for my cell paper. Need to keep all this in one place, and not lose it. |
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