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

I say we are serious yet undefined.
June 16, 2003 11:12 p.m.


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Wow, I am so exhausted, but I'm going to update right now mainly because I CAN! ...finally. (Anyone want to buy me a gold membership?)

I saw Jeff last weekend (among other people and places) and I have to say I'm getting better at this whole kissing thing. We made-out friday night, and again saturday morning,...yes I know...I stayed the night curled up in his arms on his couch. ...something about the fact that we aren't sleeping in a bad makes it seem okay. See, what happens is we watch a movie and the once it's over we still stay wrapped up together and don't feel like getting up, we just enjoy the darkness, the silence, and the stillness, as well as one another company. Well, I guess I can't speak for him, but that's how I feel about it. ...And the we just sorta fall asleep.....except for friday when we made out alittle.

But the weird thing is that I dunno....I somehow disassociate him holding my hand...or kissing from him like to hang out with....I mean...don't get me wrong....It's weird, it's like he has manifested in my mind as 3 different guys. The one I cuddle with in the dark. then there's the one I hang out with and talk with, and then it's different still when we are in a social setting. Don't get me wrong, I'm attracted to him in all forms....but someone whole I'm slept with on a couch and have kissed.....when we're in a social situation I don't know how to react when he places his hand on my leg. And when he walked me to my car before I left he kissed me goodbye...and I was all shy again like friday/saturday never happened. But then again it was my first goodbye kiss.....another one of those mythical things I heard about and seen other do...or seen in a movie but never experienced.

Then today as I was enjoying being in my apt I couldn't help but miss him and want him to come here. I want to be with him here in my space. ...another level of intimacy. ...He's kissed me but hasn't met any of my close friends, never been to my apt.

The idea of allowing him into this space that is so personal to me....and I think is so lovely and decorated reflecting my personality....that to be with him here....that is my current fantasy. and when I say be...I mean exist. ...to just allowing him into my personal space that just seems so beautiful and intimate.

I also have had the desire to give him my testimonty. ...This girl monica asked me about my religion the other night at the cookout,...and there I was surrounded by serious Catholics not quite knowing how to respond....though me off guard and I felt like I was saying all the wrongs things. ....I think I need to tell him as a means to clarify as well as....again a further extension of intimacy. ....Plus I first heard the real voice of God in a Catholic Church...so I'm not miltent towards Catholics just because I'm protastant.




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