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

the Lumber crayon.
May 17, 2003 2:38 p.m.

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I swear to God my life is like an episode of Sex and the city, that or I've just watched too much of it. Check this out.

I was looking for a pen. I was preparing to call the theater and find out the playing times for the Matrix.

I have a glass on my coffee table filled with highlighters and brushes and color pencils and apparently no real pens. and oh yeah, a lumber crayon.

What's signficant about a lumber crayon? I'll tell you. I bought it my freshman year expecting it to be softer and less waxy. It didn't work for what I needed but I did work remarkably well for on the spot sketching.

One time I needing to do some figure sketching of people at the coffee house so I went there one night and walked in the door and there was T. I ended up sitting with him and we talked, I drew and he did other homework. Then he was about to leave and before he did...apparently my drawing put him in the mood to draw (yea for hot art boys) so he borrowed my lumber crayon and did a quick sketch, I'd like to think it was of me but I will never know.

Yea. with one little thing, the stupid lumber crayon, that beauiful memory of that ........would you slap me if I said "that beautiful man"...or "that wonderful guy".

So I immedately came online to right this, and....in the process B called. I just made plans to see Identity with him and possibly C.

Is all of this just conincidence or bad timing or good timing. Fuck me I'm confused. Life's confusing. Love's confusing. I think I'll start disc 3 or sex and the city.

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