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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 |
 Fast FriendsFebruary 16, 2005 1:56 a.m. Related Reading I am starting to make friends who work fast food drive thru. Admittedly this started with the cute rocker boy who I shamelessly flirted with at Wendys. ...Actually, no, it started with the older lady who was working at macdonalds when I would get off work. It's the whole thing that I have something in common with them...the whole working customer service in a field that no one respects. ..and plus those people working at night are my people, not to mention the fact that ...well...they usually aren't being rushed when I'm there. I've made convesation about cleaning walls.....or tonight talking to the guy about the horrid thing called snow...and saying how it would suck to have to keep opening that window in such a bad snow storm. Yea for my being able to talk to anyone. I'm sure like me they appreciate me for realizing they are a person and not just some robot handing them their food or taking their money and midnight. I know from personal experience that having someone nice to talk to from time to time really makes the night better and go faster....so I can tell someone of these people are really glad to talk to me. And.....plus, it seems that when I make friends with the lovely drive thru people I get absolutely orgasmic fries. |
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