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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 |
 Kitten DreamJune 24, 2003 10:04 a.m. Related Reading I had a dream last night/this morning. I was visiting some friends of mine and they had a kitten. I don't think the kitten was actually theirs....they were just hosting it for the time being. Hosting because the kitten had a mind and a will of its own. The Kitten was very special Kitten. It was blind in its left eye. And by blind I mean its eye was entirely white, and it just had this very frightening look on its face. Somehow I learned, I don't know if I was told in the dream or by the omnipreasent dream voice...but the kitten was a blind seer. Meaning she was pyschic. She walked over to me and it she seemed so old...even though she was small. She let me pet her, scratch her, and eventually curled up on my lap. The kitten loved me, and from the reactions of the people around she didn't normally act that way. I wonder what it means. |
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