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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 |
| I'm still a giddy girl May 04, 2002 4:25 a.m. Related Reading Okay, so this is my last entry for a week or so....my computer is now moved into storage and I won't have it for atleast a week. And I don't know yet about internet in my apt yet....so I might have to use a lab (which is what I'm doing now). So what am I writing about in this entry that is going to be up for awhile? Sadly, yes, it is a pathetic girl entry. Last night I went out to Kareoke because my friend hosts it and it's the last one he's going to do for a long time, if ever. And I swear EVERY Guy was there. BR was there, Clark Kent was there,...as well as an assortment of others hitting on me. It was quite flattering. So, BR sat down and made the point to smell my hair again. Clark Kent was being all flirty... And then B showed up and the all quite talking to me. It's like ...I dunno. Grrr...he's not my boyfriend, he's my friend. He's not a dick in a glass case because I will never break that glass. I'm single people! You can still talk to me when he's around. Grrr...and I wonder why I'm single, My best guy friend is an hot mothereffer. Grrr. That or maybe I'm intimidating. Now I know I brag...and protray this giant ego, but it's mostly all for show. I mean,....I'll think I'll look good, or I'll complain about dorks hitting on me,..but in the end, I'm just a grown up version of the girl who grew up thinking she was ugly, so .... Okay, the point of the above. A I was talking with this girl who is a friend of mine and she told me that she had just heard someone talking about me. and I of course responded with a "what?" and she was like "Yeah, my friend's boyfriend Michael was just talking about how hot you are." "what?" "yeah, he's like Raven's really hot in the gothic type of way. (I'm not gothic, I'm a geeky art dork who likes the idea of goth, but is too girly to really do it) The did tell me that his part of the art department, and I was just so flattered, I mean that's not something that I would think people would talk about. Makes me happy. Okay, off I go. Who knows when you'll see me again, I'm guessing a week. |
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