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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 |
| Violet Blue comments on Blogging September 27, 2006 7:39 p.m. Related Reading Entire Entry found Here Miss Violet Blue has been having blogging issues, and she had vent session that I just loved, so I had to post it. Will update with Raven news soon enough. ____________________________________________________________ Hours later I found myself still in a state of panic; what if I lost my recent blog archives, which weren't backed up? And what great timing, the Boing Boing podcast was set to go up tomorrow, and a visit to Tiny Nibbles just timed out... My sex ed files were all going to be okay and my podcast, and videos, but maybe not my blog. I was instantly coming to a lot of realizations about how much my center of personal gravity revolves around blogging -- writing and self-publishing. I *need* to write, every day. My immediate relationship with readers -- you -- is everything to me. And having no family and a *very* unbelivably fucked up past, my blog has become my record of my history; being able to share my history -- to see it tangibly -- makes me feel like I exist and *matter* all by myself, even though I'm convinced the the universe doesn't give a fuck about me. |
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