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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 |
  Mr. Hottie Hottie (Mr. Barista)January 04, 2004 1:06 a.m. Related Reading So I went to the coffee house today, and Mr. Hottie Hottie was working. ....I was so horribly nervious and giddy that I forgot to tip him at first. And when spoke to him the planned comments never found a place to fall, so I went on upstairs and read for a few hours (popping down occasionally to get a refill and water (yea for 25 cent refills). I got a refill for the road and chickened out and didn't give him my number. BUT a couple hours later (one false attempt and several circles around the block, a few calls to friends and a pointless distraction trip to blockbuster) I walked back in about 45 minutes or so before it closed, and walked right up and said, "Hi" and asked him what he was doing afterwork, and he told me "Sleeping" because he had to open the next day. ..So I told him that sometime when he his available he should call me up so we could do something, then I gave me him number...and I told him that I meant to give it to him earlier. ....He smiled boyishly and seemed very shocked and surprised....and dare I say delighted? ....he said "alright, Cool!" ...atleast I think he said alright, he definately said, 'cool'. Before I went back I called one of my friends and she gave me that advice to handle it in the manner which I did. And I told her part of the reason I chickened out the first time was because when I was talking to him before I left he kept breaking eye contact, and I took that to mean that he wasn't interested, but she said that it meant that he was interested and was worried about letting on that he was interested ....most likely as much as I was reluctant to let on I was interested. He has this totally fantastic Emo style, and if the music that was playing was his own...GREAT taste in music. He also has fantastic wrists. His face and hair aren't a purfect example of hot-ness, but something about him....the whole 'it' thing, just makes him so ..mmmmmmm!!! When I was sitting there reading I kept being distracted by how much I was attracted to him. I hope he calls me,...but if he doesn't, I have not regrets. I won't have to sit around and wonder what would have happened if I gave mr. hottie hottie my number....because I did it. No day but today. Yea! |
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