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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 |
| Intimacy May 30, 2002 11:13 p.m. Related Reading ....So..as forementioned....B and I have been doing yoga. Tuesday night when we went though the exstensive 5 sets and meditation, it was such a beautiful experience. I seriously believe that I have real intimacy with him. The feeling is really hard to decribe. Like, the idea of fully trusting another person, feeling safe, not worring about what they might say to you, or what you'll say to them, fully understanding that silence is not only good, but more than good. existance without fear, or worry. nothing awkward, knowing all insecurites and full acceptance of them... it's so beautiful. I've noticed lately that because my relationships with my closest friends have become so increasingly intimate that I've having trouble making new friends. All the bs and dance and armor and defenses,....that just seem to be too much work that I don't feel like investing right now. May 30, 2002 11:03 p.m. Related Reading So B and I have been doing Yoga lately. I love it, tonight will be my fourth night of it...and I just love it. I love how instead of slowly killing your body (like running) your actually doing something good for it, increasing muscle, adding flexiblity AND losing weight! Yea. Not that I really need to lose weight, but B has gotten into this thing of thinking he's fat (which I don't think he is. granted he has put on alittle weight,..but definately not fat), so he's been obbcessivly exercising all week. I swear he's going to kill himself. He's being doing a crap load of biking (12 miles today only), running, and doing yoga. He's decided that he doesn't want to just lose weight, he wants to do the beefcake thing. I hate the beefcake thing, but eh,...I don't have to like it...not my body. ..Oh right, Yoga! see, there is things set of positions right? and one needs to go though them a few times, I'm opting for 5 because that is the traditional yoga thing...5 sets are followed by meditation.....which I had never really done before. B took me though it, it was really nice, very relaxing. He then started telling me that it is meditation which leads to being able to have controlled out of body experiences. So...last night when I was doing this I decides to try it, ...I had a brief one. Granted it's really effing hard because you have to clear your mind of all thoughts I mean entirely, and you know me, I ways have atleast 9 thought chains in my head at all times. B told me that he actually keeps his mind clear at all times, which is in turn what keeps his psyhic ablities sharp. And always why he's good at puzzles and making decisions and other things because his mind isn't tired when he has to think of something. So yeah, I did the out of body experience thing, I got up, grabbed my purse, left my house, and drove around my block, and sat back down. I was serioiusly exhausted afterwards... But then for a period of maybe an hour I tried really hard to keep my mind clear. when I took my shower I refused to let myself fall into my shower routine, I took the shower like it was the first shower I had ever taken in my life. I took the time to feel the hot water...like really feel it, the smoothness, the wetness..and what hot or warm really felt like. as well as feeling the cold plasic bottles in my hand,..really feeling them, and the smooth yet stickly feel of the soap, and the roughness of the louffa, as well as looking closely at the bubbles, and the way the water fell and collected and the rings it made and the patterns it made, so absolutely beautiful. But I had to stain so hard to keep my mind clear that it made me absolutely exhausted. |
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