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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 |
 Fish with other fish in front of cookies.January 17, 2003 11:40 a.m. Related Reading The following is a metephor,...just so you know. I like the color red. I have liked the color red for a long time. years even. I wear it all the time. I have several red sweaters, a red fuzzy scarf that I wear daily, my car is red, when I paint I use alot of red. ...Put it's not my favorite color. Right now I think my favorite color is green or maybe blue. Yet no matter where I go everyone is trying to tell my my favorite color is red. Yesterday there was in fact a group of people standing around trying to convince me that somewhere on a sub consicence level...that red is my favorite color. ...This one girl explained how she had the same situation with green and then one day she was wearing it and everything just seemed different and it's been her favorite color ever since. And the problem is,...if everywhere you go people are telling you that your wrong,...telling me that in reality, no matter what I say, my favorite color is red, I get all confused. I start wondering if maybe it IS my favorite color....everyone else seems to think so. ....I start continplating and considering everything it would mean for me if it were true. But it's not. RED IS NOT MY FAVORITE COLOR and I don't need people brainwashing me and minipulating ....and just generally mind fucking me to the point where I think it is. |
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