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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 |
| Summer drawing class June 07, 2002 1:51 p.m. Related Reading Okay, so My drawing class is causing me some serious headaches. Most of it stems from the fact that because it is a summer class, all the different levels of drawing are being taught in the same class...and I'm the oldest, most advanced person in there. This is bad for a few reasons. 1. No matter how bad my piece is, during critque it will be bombarded with things like "Awesome!". ...when in reality, I know it's a piece of shit. 2. Because I'm older, everyone expects me to be wiser I guess...like I'm the I Ching, or something. Yesterday this one chick who is really good, porportinally she probably better than I am, I mean, when she's had more experience... Anyway, she was confused by yesterdays assignment, so she wanted to sit by me and see how I did it......and then she started asking me questions, like what I intend to do with I graduate. ....which clearly I understand how screwed I am, but I quite enjoy existing in denial. 3. Everyone knows my name and who I am (for example everyone remembers my Dante show) and will address me by name, and I have no clue what there names are! Monday this one chick was talking with me for a good while before class like we were old friends. I guess she lived on my floor last year, but I swear I had never seen her before in my life! |
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