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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 |
 News regarding T.February 03, 2003 3:14 a.m. Related Reading Wow, it's amazing what can happen in a short period of time. But I an only write about one thing at a time. Friday after my sculpture class I was really tired but I really didn't want to go home and sleep, and I didn't want to paint, and I didn't want to go to the computer lab....so I decided to grab some coffee and a bagel in the union and talk to my friend Pryce (she is the one who knows T) who was working at the coffee insert. Because it was snowing and I didn't want to go out in it I ended up staying there long after I finished my snack. At some point we ended up discussing one of my favorite book At one point I decided to Forget Regret, Seize the day....and all that crap and just bite the bullet and tell her that when T was still around I was trying to get him to read it. And explained why I thought that he would love it. Anyway....with that I grew balls and asked her more direct questions about him...asking her if she new what was up with him. She told me that he ended up moving away without telling her. ...she found out later. ....He effing moved to my home town!!! So....now I'm debating whether or not to look him up. ....Hell ...no that's wrong. I'm already makin attempts to look him up...see if I can find his number....so...if by some miricle I find it....the question is do I call. ...I mean on one hand I'm like what's he going to do, not talk to me for another year and a half? But then again do I want to trying open back up that part of my life. ...I mean I think about him all the time....but do I just try harder to forget him? Ugh...I'm having an indirect conversation about this with B right now. We're talking about other people...but it applies to what I'm thinking about as well. He says... if something isn't going to work, give it up. stop wanting, or trying to make it work. when it's over, let it go. |
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