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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 |
  hate the game, not the player?July 17, 2003 1:39 a.m. Related Reading So this guy Mike at the coffee house who gives me whatever I want for free....so because of this I converse with him much more than I normally would...and much more than the baristas that only give me free coffee (he gives me free whatever drink I want...whatever food I want....like the other day I got a fresh scone and a fresh bagel for free along with a drink) Anyway....so tonight I talked to him about the Jeff situation (his lack of calling....didn't even realize it was thursday...the bastard). Mike says that he thinks Jeff is seeing someone else...but isn't sure who he likes more...so his avoiding calling me because....1. he doesn't want to tell me for fear my reaction, and 2. he wants to keep me around incase that doesn't work out. Man I'm fucking sick of players. and I always fall for the same game....the I'm actually a good guy ~eye roll~......player. fucker.....prick....bastard....asshole....take your pick. He should have fuckin' know better. you don't play someone like me the way he played me. and if he didn't play me,...and feels bad for meeting someone else....grow some balls and fucking tell me. And to think I thought we were handling the situation like adults. |
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