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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 |
| Blockbuster Guy May 19, 2002 12:35 a.m. Related Reading Oh...and there's this cute guy at blockbuster that hit on me tonight (can't blame him I was looking good). Hmmmm. file that as a later possiblility. ~smile~ I'm a lonely single girl on a saturday night. May 19, 2002 12:35 a.m. Related Reading So I'm looking especially hot tonight, smelling especially good, and where am I on this Saturday night? That's right my friends I am in a the 24 hour computer lab. Saturdays aren't really saturdays when you have jack to do every other day of the week. So why am I looking good? Vinyle pants, awesome new Emily shirt... Because I'm sad and pathetic like that. It's a T thing. I'm dressed up because I want to see him, does that make sense? it's one of those things. I'm bored, I have nothing to do, and I wish I could do something with him, so maybe if I look especailly good I'll run into him somewhere he would never be. See..it's not logical, not logical at all, my brain knows it, but tell it to my heart. I'm in one of those moods where I want to go and talk to that chick who knows him and get her to tell me how I can get him. I know I know, fuck him. |
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