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

Moby Dick for today.
December 05, 2004 3:36 a.m.

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So my friend Aric had a party tonight. Rather fun, but I could stay long with work and all (I have to be there at 11pm tomorrow? what the fuck is that about!!! what happend to 2pm!?!?)

Jeff was there, interestingly enough, with a new girl,...she didn't make too much of an impression on me except for the fact that I just felt pitty for her...but eh....shit happens right? She'll learn.

BUT!! The BEST part of the night.....We did a MadLib based on the opening paragraphy of Mobby Dick. And it was hysterical!!! I was laughing to hard I was crying.

Now...maybe just reading it might not be as funny, but I'll let you see for yourself.

Call me Raven Green. Come years ago--never mind how long precisely--having little or no American Way in my pantyhose, and nothing particular to violate me on shore, I thought I would float about a little and caress the golbular part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the pancrease, and regulating the digestion. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the penis; whenever it is dank, tubular November in my septum; whenever I find myself involuntarily smacking before a spacesuit warehouse, and bringing up the rear of every Monon Bell Classic I meet; and especially whenever my slave labor camps get such an upperhand of me, that it requires a strong moral belly button lint to prevent me from seductively stepping into the skindmark, and ignorantly knocking people's beasts off--then, I account it high time to get to Hogwarts as soon as I can. This is my substitute for coffee maker and candy bar. With philosophical biting the thumb Shaft throws himself upon his bathtub; I stoically take to the beer. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but know, almost all lemmings in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the stub with me.

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