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

technical romance.
April 11, 2005 6:00 a.m.

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So I've being thinking this entry for sometime, and I think tonights the night to write it, maybe because I've been watching so much Sex and the City lately.

it's funny how our culture these days seems to be regressing. some would say we are rebeling, but no, really we are regressing. Well, maybe not regressing,...but we are going back to traditions we thought were long abandoned.

Now, how exactly do I mean this.

Well...I mean with dating, and marriage, and romance.

We have shows like, who wants to marry a millionaire, and the bacholar and the bacholarette...and...blah blah blah. America is having fucking arranged marriages. Isn't this what we've being trying to get away from? Haven't we being fighting for years for the right to chose who we marry, and now we go on a game show where America picks it for us instead?

And how many internet dating sites are there?

We are courting again, not dating. And really, from what I've heard of dating, I quite enjoy courting. Getting to know someone though letters is quite lovely. On dates people go to movies where they sit in silence, or loud bars or bowling alleys. Now...all of those are fun ways to spend time,....and yes you really can get to know someone through bowling. I've had good bowling experiences and bad ones. ...bad ones, you're bored to tears and can't wait to get out of the hell hole. Good ones, you can't wait to go back. ..

But seriously,....how did this happen?

How did we become so technology centric that it now influnces who we date? We give out email addresses instead of phone numbers ~raises hand~ Guilty!

I've been asked out via email or instant message a number of times. Our love lifes are completely run by these crazy little boxs (tv, computer)

And really, what is this whole, America chooses thing?

Again, its that whole illusion that the customer is always right. "I think she should marry him. He is much cuter".

And we watches these "weddings' like we actually know the people! That's how disconnected we are from one another.

Now, before I come off all superior and enlighted, and holier than thou. ..I met the boyfriend online. and I guess this is the point. I am not familar with tradional dating! I don't know how it works, I don't understand it, I've not experienced it. Rarely have I been asked for a number or be just called out of the blue. I've really only been on 2 or 3 tradional dates....where the boy picked me up and we did something and said good bye at my door. I've only been on a handful of dates in my life. for the longest time I thought they were a myth. No one did those things.

have we grown so shy and afraid that we can only be ourselves when we have a box to protect us, as well as a box around them that keeps them from really being real? Or are we more real? more honest? can we tell people more about ourselves, deeper, secret things, knowing that we don't have to look them in the eye was we say them?

Anyway, now I'm just ranting without a point....but I'm sure I'll think of one and write more later.

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