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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 |
  a small glimpse of God's planSeptember 16, 2001 12:08 p.m. Related Reading I sold a painting last Christmas. It is very dark, and drippy. Lots of Purssian Blue and Crimsion. But...at the center of the painting is a bright yellow painting. This is suppose to symbolize the light in the darkness.....Hope. Which is the title of the painting. Well, the guy finally got back in contact with me last summer,..and I recieved the check, and put the painting off in the mail to him...or whoever it was he was sending it to. And then, about a month ago I recieved a phone call from him wondering where the painting was because he hadn't gotten it yet,...and I had mailed it off at least a month prior. And it turns out that he and given us the wrong zip code. So he called again tonight, and since I do not know my code for making long distance phone calls I couldn't call him back. So I called my mom and she called him. And I knew was in the military, but it turns out that my painting is to be a gift for his girlfriend. So now...it seems with war luming he will most likely get shipped off,...and this is going a major present to her, from him, right before he leaves........and what is it? An image of Hope, the light in the darkness, that no matter how bad things get, there is always hope. That is so beautiful to me. Remember God always has a plan. I am an embassador of Hope. ~tear~ |
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