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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 |
 NarcissusSeptember 19, 2005 1:18 a.m. Related Reading I've been thinking alot about the tale of Narcissus, the man who was so vain he literally fell in love with his reflection. I dunno, I think that is to much of a literal interpretation. I think there is much more in this story than that. I think it's a warning of how dangerous fantasies can be. Living in your head, and creating this elaborate fantasies is fun, but where does it end? Maybe it's a tale that warns us not to become so lost in a fantasy that we forget just what is reality. Because in that manner we can fall in love with ourselves. Especially those of us that afraid or ashamed of masturbation. I please myself so well it's scarey and I get terrified I won't know how to do with with someone else. I know just how to arch my back and move my hips, and at exactly what angle the toy needs to be in, ...and my hand knows just how to move it to match my body,..what if it doesn't work with another person? I could ponder more on this, but I'm really so tired. |
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