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

Jeff Dream
October 06, 2003 12:07 p.m.

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I am typing this as a word document so it sounds and looks like I am actually doing real work….though I have been working my butt off all morning. (making photo copies of policies, creating a database from receipts, and stamping T-filing) The problem with being speedy and efficient, especially when you are doing glorified busy work…all that shit no one else wants to do (and that’s cool ….think The Big Leobouski) but if you do it speedy and efficiently it’s easy to run out of things to do until more work shows up. And since the office manager is gone for the next few days, I figured I could occupy my spare time (3-4 minutes before lunch) with a diary entry.

So last night I had a Jeff dream. I remember every detail of it perfectly! (side note: it’s not often that I remember my dreams. ..the dreams I remember….I put in this diary).

So I had a Jeff dream. …I guess in the dream I was doing errands and for some reason they took me into his store. For some reason I actually had a reason to go in there….and I absolutely forgot about the significance, until when I walked (the store in the dream did NOT resemble what the store actually looked like) he was standing behind the counter and greeted me when I came in as if no time had passed since we last spoke. ….being confused by this said ‘hi’ reluctantly and went about my business. I went to the back and was looking at CD’s. I think I was being helped by his mom. I made my selections and she gave me a few for free, walked back up to the counter where Jeff was and paid for them. He and I talked for a bit and he kept regarding me in the same manner as he did when I walked in. …confused by it I kept making the small talk and then I left. I think around there is when I woke up.

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