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

School Girl
August 16, 2001 2:41 a.m.

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Okay,...so I put on my naughty school girl outfit and went out. Quite the interesting experence. I always forget just how many guys stare when I go out in that.

And actually tonight for the first time I was approched while wearing it. Normally guys just gawy and stare from afar. I was waiting for my friends and this guy ...who is maybe in his mid 20's walks up to me pushing a drouble stroller with 2 maybe 1 or 2 year olds (I think they were twins). He just walks over and starts hitting on me....He asked me where I bought my outfit. and I was like...uh...several places...then he started saying that there wasn't anyone in town who dresses punk and listens to punk...to which I responded that I wasn't really a punk girl...and he was like,.."That's okay, I'm new in town and I'm trying to find people that like the same things I do so I can find people hang out with" to which I responded that I would be leaving in 3 days. He continued rambling and making small talk about how he had been searching everywhere for someone who looks basicly like they don't shop at the Gap. and then...after a bit this one guy (who wasn't bad looking at all...he even had good clothes too!) comes up and starts talking to him, I think the guy had just met this guy. (I thought he was gonna play" ..and this is my friend ________" game, but he didn't) And he asked the guy how old he was,...17,...and then if he drank or smoke pot, to which the guy said yes. (note...I'm a good girl don't smoke anything and rarely drinks) And the guy (who was hitting on me) says "Yeah...well..yeah we need to meet back up. I'm gonna go back to my car in a bit and drink some more Vodka" ....what the hell....Drink Vodka at your car? Are you insane!?!?.........then a bit after that he asks if him could sit by me...or if it was nessicary for my hand to take up the rest of the bench. So I was polite and let him sit down ...(thinking that I would be leaving soon, which I did,) and then one of his sons started acting and fussing (did I mention I HATE kids?) so I just ignored him while that was going on. and basicly that's when my friend finally showed off...and we scampered off right quick to safty.

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