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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 |
 Wabash Party InvitationApril 23, 2003 12:41 p.m. Related Reading I just got my first invitation to a party at Wabash. I love my friend John, he is awesome and the email below is a perfect illustration why I love him. ...Even though I don't know the girl the party is being thrown in honor of...I still have to go. And I think I will have to take B with me because he and my friend John are each other's Yin and Yang. They need to talk. Plus if I bring a hot male to a party (even though I'm not dating him) I can avoid all awkward situations involving males who might be at the party who I either went with (the wabashboy) or avoided going out with. I'm such a bitch. Any....this email is great. --------------- Once upon an hour not so very long preceding this, the gods and earth were pleased to conspire together not without mischief in the creation of some odd number of beings, here presented with this good correspondence. Now among them were demons (of a gentler sort), satyrs, elfin lords, and fairy princesses; it is about one of this lattermost class of being we shall hereafter be primarily concerned. The warm cauldron of her genesis contained an extra dash of star dust; it is by the grace of this gift doubtlessly won by the tireless intercession of her sainted mother that she has heretofore avoided our wild company. Nonetheless, she has now come among us and must be taken through all rites and inductions necessary to that occasion. Now some who gather with us must sheath their sharpened styli too long intended for the heart of her family's maternal head for behold, she carries the name Di Fable. Bestowed upon her by the same of that family is the much-loved forename Anne. Having made peace, let us creatures now know that thus begins the romp of wild things. Voyage to our den of mad-hopping and dreamed-of-delights in the twilight of this week's end. Bring with you such potions as are needed to cool some spirits and enflame some others. High will we raise a welter of discordant sounds such as creation has never known since the earth begot the stars. We will learn why wolves howl at the moon. From seven o'clock until forever this coming Saturday, we will trip the light fantastic above the tops of the trees starting at the Apt. B. |
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