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

the Raistin diaryring
September 18, 2002 11:49 p.m.

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I am by far the coolest person in the Raistlin lovers diaryring. See for yourself.

But then again, you have to ask yourself one question, "Does it matter?".

gossip about the ceramics guy I did.
September 18, 2002 10:04 p.m.

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~There will be much rejoicing in Diaryland the day the little Raven finally gets some~

So usually before my sculpture class I usually walk over to the ceramic area to get a coke, or use the bathroom, and while I'm over there I talk with the ceramic boys.

And one monday, I did this, and walked back over to my class and was mentioned how I love those guys and how funny they are. And this one girl asked "who?" and I told her, and her response was that she really didn't like one of them at the moment...and I asked her 'who?" and she told me (though the use of his name) that it is the one of them I have the crush on. She told me how last semester he had been dating her roommate...and the roommate was all in love with him, and then he left and went back home to west Virginia for the summer, and didn't contact her what-so-ever and then showed up with another girl.

Hmmmm interesting, very interesting. Well, he's still a great guy, and I'll still be friends with him, but that's another factor in the collum of reasons why I shouldn't date him.

But, maybe I'll bring it up to him, let him know someone is dishing dirt about him, I mean, I'd want to know if someone was dishing dirt about me. ...and at the same time I can get his side of the story....hmmm...~Dr. Evil pinky to mouth~.

Gee it's been awhile since I've written and T entry.
September 18, 2002 9:47 p.m.

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So this girl, I'll name her Leigh, is in my Women's psych class. She was also in my Art History class, she sat beside me, she knows T. She was at the coffeehouse last night while I was attempting to study for a test in that class. ...I made the attempt to study...to study with her, but I ended up talking a bunch. I always ended up talking a great deal to her....maybe because I miss him so much that I want to impress her so she'll tell him good things about me. We actually got on the subject of me being single. And I told her nothing had changed, but it's not like I'm desperate and ready to abanndon my morals for anyone....you know just walk up to some drunken frat guy and say "me no want talk sex now!" But, anyway, the purpose of this entry is simply that, talking with her got him in my head again, and I know I dreamt about him last night, I know because I woke up with him on my mind, but I can't for the life of me remember what I dreamt. pathetic me, I miss him.

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