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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 |
  Portfolio Day..... with some stupid boy stuff.November 04, 2001 12:06 p.m. Related Reading So I went to national portfolio today. I forgot how freaking expensive art schools are. My parents told me at the beginning of this semester that there would be enough money for me to go to Grad school, now they're telling me other wise. So basicly I'm pretty unsure, and shaken up about my future, I'm getting really scared about what I'm going to do with my life. I know what I'm good at,...but I'm sure what I'm going to do with my life and my degree. Granted I'll be a better artist,...and I'll have a lot of drawings and paintings taking up space...but... Like I said,...I'm really shaken up right now, and there's only one person out there that I want to talk to/see. I know I know, I'm sad. He's the only one I could talk to about something like this. C is going to Vet school, B gonna be a lit prof. Me,....I'll work at Hot Topic for the rest of my life and talk about how I used to be a good artist. T should understand this, granted he's gonna get a job,...he's gonna make the big bucks, but....doing what other people want, not his own thing. and I know he won't like that. but ya know, I can rationalize a million reasons why he's the one I want to talk to. But really, it's just that given how low I feel....sadly enough, Gosh....I can't believe I'm writing this, or thinking it...... I just want him to hold me, and tell me everything's going to be alright. Gosh, I love being a girl, but sometimes it really sux. |
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