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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 |
 Otep and SapphoJuly 19, 2005 11:43 p.m. Related Reading So I just read Amazing entry by Otep in her diary and it made me so absolutely HOT! Okay, so I have my list of a few celebrities I would like to have nasty hot sex with,....and I think I would like to add Otep to the list. I hadn't thought about it before....but after reading that entry on her sexual side...damn....I would love to have a hot night with her. I would just be a completely primial and passionate and spirital experience! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ plz stop trying to figure me out - because i am still trying to figure me out ... plz stop trying to label me ... i still don't know who i am ... BUT ... if u need a term that best describes my sexual appetites? try "unending" ... heh. no, seriously, if a label must be applied to whatever it is that i am i prefer the term "SAPPHIC" ... its rooted in the legendary poet Sappho from the Greek island of Lesvos ... she was a teacher, a master poet and musician and ran a mystery school for young women to learn music, poetry, and lyric verse. She loved as she lived - her preference seemed to be women, in fact, she loved everything them ... the way flowers nestled in their amber hair, the depths of their mind & creativity, the softness of their unending skin, the strength of their backs, their daring eyes, the way their lips curled crooked when they giggled ... and yes ... however rare ... but when that special connection occurred between her and a man, she enjoyed it to the fullest ... as have i ... but i will not be defined by who i date ... the only thing that is important is what i create. |
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