Raven in Green again..

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

Update
December 14, 2003 11:00 p.m.

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Wow it's been so long since I've done an entry and I'm not really sure why.

Recently I just haven't really craved writing one. Maybe it's because I'm generally confused or disenchanted with the world around me. Plus I've been tired and not feeling well.

I haven't done or seen anything that especially impressed or inspired me.

And I'm somewhat sad by that fact.

I'm pretty much moved into my apt. Still have alot of packing to do, but it's totally cute.

I have pretty much half of Return of the King to read before Wednsday.

I went out drinking with the people from the office on sat. ...that was interesting. I spoke with Kym (my superviser) and she made a comment about how I earned my job on my own without the help of my mom and that I was going to keep it on my own ..and that she really likes me. That felt really good.....ya know...to know I earned my job...and they didn't just decide to give it to me because I was there and knew the system and what not. I'm sure that's part of it...but just to earn that I earned my position. that was nice.

I also can't help but think how I've won the break up game. (can I say break up since we went officially together and didn't officially break up?) Since he cut me off I have graduated college (he has not, he dropped out before I even met him.) I have a job I earned, his parents' gave him his job and make sure he has enough hours. My job most likely pays more and I have life and health benifits. My place kicks ass. I guess this is a subjective point because his place does what boys need it to do, but it's in the middle of nowhere and mine has way more style (even though boys don't really need that...they most likely prefer their 2 car garage).

anyway....I guess I had more to say than I thought. Well....I guess it's back over to my apt for me. Becky has yet to hook up our phone.

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