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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 |
| lost my place August 19, 2002 9:30 a.m. Related Reading So I contacted one of my friends from high school the other nigth. This being my really ultra right wing conserative friend who is a Theology Major, Political Science Minor. A individual I love to death, but I disagree with him so much politically that I would never vote for him. Anyway, I called him so that I could get some spritiual advice. I told him everything that had happened, and he prayed with me, and I went to church with him the next day, but the whole thing didn't help like I thought it would. I mean, I don't know what I had expected, but since I felt that God put it on my heart to get in contact with this person, I had the feeling that he would be a consider help and say all the right things, say all the things that I need to hear even though I have no idea what they are. But he didn't. And while he was trying to comfort me, over all, I didn't feel comforted. Basicly, Since all this has happened I have changed considerably. I don't know if I'm just depressed, or lost my innocence, or just grew up, I have no idea. All I know is that I have lost my place. ..Or aleast it feels as such. August 19, 2002 9:24 a.m. Related Reading So B is offically having his surgery tomorrow afternoon. I've been worried about him the past 2 days. ..I also go back down to my apt. tomorrow night because classes start on Weds. So...when I leave I might infact have a passenger. B might be riding with me back down there. My Grandmother is being moved back to the nusing home. They will be taking her off of nutrition, but not oxygen, and allowing nature to take its course. Apparently the infection mixed with her parkisons weaked her brain and there body is going getting enough nutrition to it to sustain it. She still needs 50% oxygen (room air is only about 20% oxygen). So, if I end up having to come home next weekend for a funeral I won't be surprised. |
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