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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 |
 3 hot chicks in St. Louis.July 26, 2003 11:33 p.m. Related Reading Okay, so here's another one of those mental entries. Monday after I got out of class I popped by the coffee house and found Libby and Dali there.....plotting a road trip to St. Louis for the night. Why? to suprise the boy that Libby has a thing for. so we left town around 5ish.....supposed to be a 4 hour drive.....we got there in around 2. It was so nice to be in an actually city! with restaurants than line the streets and mass transite to take you home on the nights you drink too much. We sat in the boy's restaurant looking hot and drinking the occasional posion and consuming some absolutely orgasmic chocolate. of course the boy didn't get off work until 1am ....so we had plenty of time to be wild girls on the town. ...We ended up going into this one bar and after aquiring some beer....made our way to this rather large room that consisted solely of booths. ....so you could sit in your booth and have complete privicy. In fact ours was in a back corner so we felt like the space was all our own. We continued toasting everything we could think of (we were doing this at the restaurant) and the music that was playing was old school puck....so we got up and did alittle girls night out rock out dancing (we did this a few times)....and apparently the guys across the way enjoyed it a great deal. At one point libby went over and started talking with them....I went to the bathroom...and when I got back Dali was sitting with them. So I had to join. ...Libby started playing chess with one of them. the other guy ended up being an artist (not my type but cool to talk to) ....and these 2 guys ended up being joined by some friend of their's that they hadn't seen in a while. One of which was a Russian. He was so hard to understand. ...I mean...he had a thick accent...PLUS he was drunk ADD he was stoned. quite funny. The artist guy is apparently looking to put together a show and is looking for work and wants me to send him so pictures of my work. How awesome is that? ....all about being at the right place at the right time. |
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