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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 |
 My Show Opening.January 12, 2002 12:45 p.m. Related Reading Okay, I finally have the desire to write about how my art opening went. It went great. Spectacular! I recieve alot of great feed back. It opened at the sametime as a show in the bigger univeristy Gallery,...And I had one person tell me that my show was much better than the other. That made me happy. Oh, and I sold atleast 1 piece,....I have to price it though...which I'm bad at. So, it's open now for a month, and I have the keys to the gallery and I can open it and close it whenever I choose. Oh, and the boy didn't come, but ya know, it's his loss, I really don't care anymore. this might sound like I'm insane because I never directly told him any of this,....but basicly I was painting every piece to impress him, and It's like "I painted all these pieces for you!" ...and by his not coming it's kinda like "yeah, well fuck you." ...I mean I can come up with lots of realistic reason for his not coming, but ya know what, that doest get me any better, and like I said, I don't care anymore. |
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