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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 |
  Related Reading So I was talking with my friend Gab today. The conversation started off on my wanting to be the entertainment editor, and somehow (we all know how quick my mind is, and how it transitions from one idea to the next so quickly that during the course of a conversation I can be 15 steps away from my original thought) ...anyhow...somehow the conversation moved to T....and Gab got a decent amount of the T story. (Oh RIGHT I remember. We were talking about The Red Dragon and then we discussed Hannible, and I told him that my viewing of it had been slightly disrupted because T and his mom, by some amazing coincidence, ended up coming in and sitting maybe 5 rows in front of my mom and me.) Anyway,...he got a large amount of the T story but I named no names...and kept asking me to tell him the guy's name, and I wouldn't. and he was like "Well you've talked about this guy for 10 minutes..." elluding how much I still dig this guy..(I also told him about how inexperienced I am..the whole 22 and never been kissed thing. Once again...someone doesn't understand how that's possible and starts spewing commliments. ~smile~ that's rather interesting. If I never feel the need to get compliments from a guy, I just tell him I haven't been kissed. they start talking about how cool and how pretty I am....Hmmm note for future reference. |
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| Me being overly analytical of Britney and Christina - July 31, 2008 - - Fantasy is sometimes better than reality. - July 24, 2008 Count Down with Keith Olbermann Special Comment - June 12, 2008 Reality Romances. - May 22, 2008 Layout by Raven Green |