Raven in Green again..

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

incubus
January 14, 2006 2:38 p.m.

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I read a book recently (the haunting of Alizabel Cray, see the book link for details) that was a fictional account of what the book decribed as wych-kin. They are basicly any manner of demons you can think of.

One of which was the incubus. Now. I understand that the common held defination of such a creature is a demon that joins a woman in her bed and has intercourse with her and leaves.

But, the book I read had a bit of a twist. It was not a sexual demon, but just a creature that takes up residence on your back. Over time the wychkin sucks the life from you and weighs you down, very much like a presite.

When I read that it simply gave a visual to the way I. I feel weighted down and weak. Unmotivated, uninspired.

I'm in desprate need to spend some time some where beautiful. Surrounding myself with so much ugliness on a regular basis is really harming the creative spirit in me.

Maybe I'm just seasonaly depressed.

But truthfully, my back is all in knots. Maybe I should see if there is anyway I can get in tomorrow for a massage.

Yesterday on such a gloomy day all I wanted was to open my curtains and light several candles and play some Otep, very loudly, and jump and thrash around. ...eventually settling down for some reading.

but instead I had to go to the ugly place and settle-in in the evening for pizza and beer.

I have tomorrow off. I'm looking forward to spending that time with myself. Being able to use that day for what ever I see fit. No 10am appointments, or 5:30 weekly rituals.

I can go to the grocery and pick up a feel needed things like toilet paper and milk and light bulbs. Maybe I'll attempt to make chili as I clean house.

Definately looking forward to it.

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