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

maybe I'm just a lonely 23 year old virgin with no realistic romantic possibilities
November 20, 2003 11:39 p.m.


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My 'situation' with the NZ guy is becoming confusing. (some how I accidently sent him a link to here but he promised not to use it. Hope he keeps that.)

I'm becoming more and more bothered by my increasing desire to converse with him. and not in a sexual way....but I dunno. He's mature and intelligent and I have way more trust in him than I would expect myself to. I enjoy conversing with him.

Now on one hand it could be part of routine. ....What do I do in the evenings? Before bed I come online, check the email and do the Dland thing, all the while conversing with him (I hate the phrase 'chatting'. I don't chat with him. What we do is not Chat. We don't chat about weather or sports. we converse like old friends). Then I might read and go to bed. But....we've started sending email tag. ...1 or 2 sentance emails. I've started to look forward to them. (yesterday and today) ...we were im'ing this afternoon discussing how the 'lift' in his office doesn't work and random yet strangely satifing details of our jobs.

The reason I started typing this email is because I started typing some of in an email to him. I decided that was a bridge I didn't want to cross blindly. We can't be more than what we are. I mean that's just not possible. That is not a possibility. Okay...disregarding that obvious reality that realisticly I will never meet him, But....I would be horribly afraid that I wouldn't be attracted to him in person.. A year a go I would have said that I wouldn't, but now...I'm worried that I might be able to. I mean....people are so different online than how they are in life, but him....wow, at this point I don't know anymore.

and ya know what...I'd be lying if I didn't admit to thinking about what it might be like to move to NZ, and be his wife (chill. I don't know MY stance on the situation, let alone his, plus I have no desire to be married under 25. )....I mean I'm sure I could find a simliar job, but ya know...in a few year's he'll have graduated with his law degree (he's currently working as such) maybe I might just be able to focus on my art. Live in a beauiful country, make art, eat great food (he cooks), have great sex. I mean does it get any better than that?

Plus he really is the perfect Dom for my Sub. I remember after watching Secretary with some people and this one girl said, "It is so hard to find the right dom, when you do you have to keep'em".

Honestly I'm the reluctant one in the situation. He's been dying to call me since june. I mean....He's wanted to actually talk to me for a long time but...been more presistant about the issue since June. Not in a bad way...

and honestly, we've been conversing with one another for 2 1/2 years.

Eh....maybe I'm just a lonely, heart broken 23 year old virgin with no realistic romantic possibilities, so I'm grabbing out for an illusion wondering what it might be like if it were real.




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