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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 |
   Human fraility and insecurityJune 11, 2003 3:43 a.m. Related Reading So I've been thinking about alot of things. I hung out with my friend Libby all night tonight. We talked about life, love and human fraility. Long good conversation about fears and insecurites. Just good conversation. Easy to talk with her about the things, especially the Jeff situation. It also helps that she is the only one of my friends who has met him. And on the Jeff note, I really want Andrew Osenga to give another solo show because I really really want to take Jeff to one. The fact that my first kiss occured with The Normals playing in the background is irrelavent.....I've been telling him about the Normals since we met, which is partly why it was playing. I've also been telling him how wonderful Andrew is and I really really want to share And I called him the other night, made sure there was nothing weird going on between us because we really hadn't had the chance to talk since he kissed me. But while I was on the phone with him I could keep myself from thinking, "gosh I really like this guy". And this wasn't during the 'deep' part of the conversation....more the fluffy 'how was your day.....I'd rather not discuss how bad I reacted when you kissed me" conversation. I really like him. And I'm not allowing myself to call him until I get back in town on friday...err rather friday evening when I get off work. I don't want to become one of those clingy girls and the fact that I've had to put 2 hours between us I'm going to use that to my advantage to avoid being clingy. And I find I keep thinking about that night we slept together....not sex...but really slept. We watched a movie and then once it ended we just didn't get off the couch. Unlike the first time this happened and I ended up getting up and leaving, only wishing as I drove away that I had stayed (I didn't want to be one of "those" girls)....I stayed. curled up next to him, listening to him breathe and the sound of his heart, held close, held tight by his arms. It was nice. very nice. |
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