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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 |
| Reoccuring Nightmares June 04, 2002 10:48 a.m. Related Reading So I've been having these weird nightmares. One was slightly reoccuring, and all the others seem to be related in some way. In short that there is a violent, psychotic man trying to find me, and I know is intentions are for the worst. In one that I had more than once I was running (for exercise) and he pulls up in front of me, blocking my path and starts walking towards me. ..and that's when I wake up. I had another were I went into a class room, a genaric college class, stadium seating, not like the ones at my school. I had never been in a room like this before. ..But basicly I sit down next to this chick who, oddly enough happened to be Tender Poison. I have no idea why. Anyway, so I sit down, and the entire class is full and I know that I'm there to take a final, but I know that I had never gone to this class before, and I'm someone what panicing, but the girl sitting next to me is trying to help me. She gives me her book to flip though and she's letting me skim some of her essays, which is really odd to think about because if someone doesn't go to class, it's their fault, let'em fail. But then this really creepy music starts playing and it seems as though it is coming from a walkie-talkie that the prof has, so she walks up the side, past me (I'm the first seat right by the door) and she tells everyone that she needs to check something in the hall. But almost immedately she comes back in tell everyone that it's for real and not a test and that I tinke the guys were to go with her, and girls stay put. .....and in the back of my mind I know there is this violent, psychotic man that has just be confirmed to be in the building, and in the back of my mind I know he's there to find me, (and all this has something to do with why I hadn't attended the class) ...so I get the prof's attention before she walks out and ask if I can sit over there (I gesture to alittle alcove tucked into the wall right next to the door, so if someone cam in they wouldn't be able to see me. ...And the prof tells me 'yes, do that". So I do, and the girl sitting next to me joined me, and we just sat there huddled in fear, tension mounting, and then I woke up. There was another one where I was running from him and ended up hiding from him in a stall of a nasty bathroom. and...I could some how see what was happening else where, and I see him still chasing me and then he enters the bathroom wher I am and starts walking towards the stalls, and that's when I wake up. Hmmm I wonder what's up with these. I think I'll ask my friend who analyzes dreams alot. Anyway, I'm off to grab some lunch before class. |
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