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

A Call to Andy from Jakes
April 22, 2004 1:45 a.m.

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I swear, I'm never going to have a date again. I really am the Forrest Gump of dating.

So tonight after BeerTrek, after asking the boys' advice on the situation....I called Andy from Jakes,...and got his machine. I decided not to leave a message.

I went back into the other room to imform the inquiring minds. ...They told me that I should have left one....so I asked them what I was to say. Mr. X was being especially helpful telling me all the right things....but everyone else was being bad...one person saying I should say "Me so horny, here's my number....Call me, me love you long time!" ...or one inserting "Sex" into every other word...someone suggested I ask him about a certain porn director. I think porn music might have actually been turned on. It was a lengthly loud free-for-all-of-funny at my expense.

Then I looked down at my phone and discovered the call was still in progress.

I Screamed "MOTHER FUCKER!!! MY PHONE IS STILL ON!" hung it up and threw it across the room.

The room then erupted in the loudest hysterics I have ever witnessed. Everyone in the room laughed so loud and long that they were in pain. ...One person even noted that he hadn't laughed that hard in a long time and that he really needed that.

When I was convinced that I just just delete the number and not try again, they told me that I had nothing left to lose and should atleast call back and leave a straight message and my number. which I did.

The common positive opinion that keeps coming up is maybe he'll find it funny and call.

I still half way stand by my orginial opinion that he can't be that much of a ladies man if the only reason he'd think a girl would call him is for a joke.

But honestly, and realisticly.....I totally fucked that one up and don't expect to hear from him.

Cursed to be forever single I guess.

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