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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 |
| Met the internet boy, and then got drunk May 25, 2002 2:07 p.m. Related Reading Forget regret right? Well....I met him. I met the internet boy, and ugh, he was the bigggest dork I have ever met in my life! The 2 hours I spent with him at Steak n shake had to be the longest 2 hours of my life. At one point he asked me if he was what was expecting, and I I told him flat at 'No". So then he kept trying to get me to tell him what was different. I bit my tongue, refused to tell...and at one point excused myself to go to the bathroom to avoid the freaking question. ......What do you say when EVERYTHING about the person is different that expected? I mean, for one he was short. He was aleast a head shorter than me,...and I'm 5'5!. And thuse he had a rather small frame, which made him look like he was 8. He also had bad facial hair. the kind where it's likes sideburns that come down, and then to up to form a mustash, but nothing on the chin,...ugh it was horrible. And I also forementioned his voice which got on my nerves. He reminded me of a 17 y/o verson of my Freshman mistake...who was 24. So what did I do afterwards? I went and found B (he was at the coffeehouse but he wasn't working) because I wanted to to to the Verve (our bar). but he had to open this morning. He asked why, and I told him it was because I could use a good stiff drink. So he invited me to the back where he was concealing a 5th of Southern Comfort,..and made me a stiff drink. after I drank that down (quickly) I told him that I was in the mood to get really drunk. So, he invited me to stay at his place. He said he was going to bed but I could stay over and have free range of his liquor and watch a movie. I accepted because my dvd player isn't working and I wanted to use his. ...So I did. I stayed at B's, watched the Unrated version of Original Sin and got absolutely plastered. It's been awhile since I've been that drunk. I mean,...I have a drink upon occasion but rarely feel anything from it. Not last night..hoo boy. I saw him around 1pm today and he asked me if I got good and liquored. I told him a very big 'yes, most definately'. |
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