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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 |
| tboy updation June 29, 2002 12:16 a.m. Related Reading When we last left Myss Raven she was planning on being a stalker and going to the restaurant where the Tboy works. Did she or did she not? ......... She did not. On the way to her apt. she had to pass the coffeehouse where she saw (ah hell, I'm tired of writing in the third person) --where I saw Bri's housemates Ex girlfriend(thechickwhoknowsT) and her cousin. They were in to see Bri's housemate so I went around the block and stopped back in, and apparently they were only there for a moment, and had just left. however Bri's housemate told me that they were going to see a play at this park, and it was free if I wanted to go. Now, giving the state I was in I was willing to do anything to talk with him, so I decided 'why the hell not". what did I have to do? So I got some dinner and went out there. The Play was incredibly cute, but that's another story... After the show thechickwhoknowsT asked if I wanted to do something then with her, and Bri'shousemate and mumblednamethatsoundedliketravis. So then that got me thinking, I had taken for granted that most of the people I talk to about T don't know him, or anyone they know, or I trust them not to embaress me too bad (though after Justin said something to him you'd think I'd learn) But I forget...see when I asked Bri'shousemate for advice he kept asking who the guy was, and I wouldn't tell him, though, I did say that the guy was friends with his ex. How could I be so stupid not to realize that he would say something to her about it. Or maybe I'm just paranoid. |
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