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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 |
 displaced angerFebruary 23, 2004 8:48 a.m. Related Reading I have this bad habit of getting irritated and angry at my mom. Yesterday was a prime example. She has a tendency to ask me all these questions and make all these decisions....and she wants me to answer urgently. "Do you want this couch, I need to know now or else I'll give it to someone else" "should be bring it over now." "Do you want this" "Do you need that". And it's all this pointless shit! That isn't at all urgent. Ugh....Leave me be! It's Sunday morning and I'm wallowing on my couch hung over and trying to remember what I did the night before....but the more I try the fuzzier things get. I'm confused about everything,....how do I know if we can have another couch in our living room. It would be nice....but we're not sure how to arrange it yet. Give us a bit more time to think about it. |
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