Raven in Green again..

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

A prime catch even when gross.
April 30, 2003 3:52 a.m.

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With this being Dead week senior year I've been running around like a mad woman doing lots of things. ..So today I got up after having my usual 4 hours of sleep (though I'm so worn out that it felt like less), I didn't shower last night, nor had the time when I got up (for the record yes I am typing this freshly showered), white paint from painting the gallery all over my hands and feet and some in my hair. I have a scab on my face were I picked at a "pimple", (that world doesn't quite decribe the evil it was). ..Not to mention that I had to use a tv in the back of the gallery to put my eye make up on (no foundation today).

What's the point of all this?

The point is I was looking and feeling rather disgusting (tie in the fact that I have a cold or allergies or something making me feel horrendous).

And why is this signficant?

The highlight of my day came when I was at the coffee house and ran into the Otep Guy. We talked for a bit, and we hadn't been talking long when this girl comes up latches on to his arm and starts hanging all over him. ...obviously his girlfriend.

And this means?

It means even in my state of busy artist scuz, she saw me as a threat and had to show me that he was her's. ....maybe she's just insecure but it made my day that I can be gross and still strike fear in the hearts of other girls to the point that they become possessive. Yea for me.

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