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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 |
| Chances Are........ July 18, 2006 2:02 a.m. Related Reading The boyfriend's take on the evening the boyfriend's opinion of strip clubs. So apparently I am to write the tell all expose of last friday night's events. I think I need to start all the way at the beginning. With my friend Marty back on this 2 week leave from Iraq, there were a few things he needed to do. 1. Play Halo. Lots and Lots of Halo (go figure) 2. Drink Beer. Lots and lots of beer. and somewhere down the list was get some tities rubbed in his face. and so with a only a few days left of freedom (isn't it ironic, don't cha think?) Friday night, we went to the strip club. Now, there are a few clubs in this town. But my friends are very certain that a specific one is the best one in town. and according to their website the establishment hosts the city's "most beautiful showgirls". Now, I have not been to the other establishments, I've only heard rumors and cannot judge. BUT...... The girls at this place were exactly that, Beautiful! I expected them all to be 45 year old crack whores with big hair, bad make up and giant fake tits. but these girls were young and gorgous. they wore very little make up. they had hot little bodies and they all had natural breasts, most of them weren't any larger than a B cup. the first of these girls I saw up close was an adorable brunette with these fantastic these shiny black stiletto mary janes. I really wanted those shoes. She was very cute, but we had wandered over to her table right at the end of the rotation, so we didn't get to see her dance, though Marty had her pop is table dance cherry. the look on his face was priceless. He look like he was completely and utterly content. ...I think the dance was rather quick and I think the guys gave her a couple more dollars for her to give him alittle more attention. which she very much did. Anyway,....... Still, I wanted a dance from the dominate one. ...I saw her head to the back so I assumed she would be dancing on the main stage very soon. so I sat back watching and waiting for her return. ...but alas, some of the boys decided that they were ready to leave. I was incredibly sad. I really wanted to see her dance again. .....I definitely intend to go back. |
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