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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 |
  Sexual Repression.November 06, 2001 12:09 a.m. Related Reading So the discussion over dinner tonight was all about how I'm gonna become this sex freak once I get married. It was very funny. I laughed a great deal, partly because,....yes I would say that is a very strong possiblity. They were joking that I would 'lose it' in the limo on route from the chruch to the reception, and how they would all be sitting around for hours waiting for me and my (future) husband to show up. But then they'd be like, "Wait, how many years of repression has it been? Ah...give'em another hour". They were also talking about how I'd have leather straps hanging form the ceiling of the limo, and I'd be wearing a leather garter belt and garters. ...to which I was like....Hmmmm ideas! I could wear my knee high leather boots under my wedding dress! Side Note: It was cold tonight so I was wearing the forementioned boots, they lace up all the way! (I rule) So at one point tonight I was sitting on the floor of the elevader lacing my boots tighter, and this guy got on and so drooled all over himself, it was funny, he accidently hit the door open button instead of the close. It was just funny. Oh, and my peeps told me that they were going to wait at least a month before they came to visit, give my (future) husband time to recover. One of them told me my wedding present will be a basket full of 'toys'. Like I said, much with the funny. |
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