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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 |
 Exert from Michael Cisco's TyrantMarch 16, 2004 10:26 p.m. Related Reading At the moment I am feeling ablsolute enlightened. ...I have a million other entries in my head to write...but I just gotta jump ahead to this one. I think I'm going to focus my reading on Michael Cisco's The Tyrant. After finishing reading one GH book...I think I'll put off reading Underworld. I read a bit of Underworld and lunch,...which was really interesting... but I read some of Tyrant tonight and the brillance of this novel just floors me. What I just read has to be the most beauiful thing I have ever read. I had to stop reading (even though I wanting to keep readin) to just let that sink in and truly grasp how amazing it was! Read Ella glances up. The room is lit by a pair of mantled gas lights that throw off a diffuse greenish glow. The windows open inward so as not to brush the extremely low eaves, pressed back against the heavy carmine drapes. the sun is setting and the mingling of its gold and orange light with the room's green seems to lend the heavy furnishings greater substantialness. The rays of the setting sun shine almost direct into Dr. Belhria's tea making it glow bright amber, while the gaslights turn its steam pale green. A breeze riffles steadily from the window, firefiles are now and then blown into the room. Dr. Behoria is very luxuriously smoking a chocolate-colored cigarette. "He is what they call a world-class trance medium," she says. Ella hears something rustle behind the almost opaque black glass of one of the displays in the wall--a leathery wing flutters for a moment there. Dr. Belhoria rises to her feet. "With your help, I expect him to achieve complete seperation before the end of the year. We should be able to drop him far deeper..." |
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