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

Zimmarss
March 30, 2003 3:35 p.m.


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B and I have been hanging out alot with this lesbian couple I know. I love them, they are awesome. they invited us out to the local gay bar last night ...so it was M, B, C, and them.

B was totally in his element, lots of free liquor and the ablity to get his groove on in a place where there are other people who want to do the same thing. He was a big tease and loved every minute of it. And everyone wanted him except me.

I had to go somewhere for most of the night and I wasn't able to start looking for the bar until 12:30, it took me an hour to get to find the place! but when I got there b paid my cover and I pretty much got free drinks because the bartender's best friend was one of the chicks that brought us.

So I went up stairs to check out the dancing area of the place and chugged my margarita that was much straight tequila because I can't dance when I'm sober. I mean...I can't dance period...but I don't care so much when I'm intoxicated. So I loosed up and rocked out and had a great time. I've been watching alot of Coyote ugly latey, so I was kinda trying out some of there moves. I got into this this of thing of throwing my head around and flipping my hair and the like, and that was lots of fun. Then the last song of the night was NIN Closer and with that I just completely rocked out and stopped caring at all what anyone thought.

Later on I found out that one of my Lesbian friends was sitting back just watching B and I dance (note: not together) (B even pole danced for awhile, my friends said he should be a stripper) She told me that I was very sexy when I danced, I was very flattered. apparently my friend Angie just stood back and watch us dance as well.

Later on B and I ended up talking about stuff. He told them how beautiful my friends' realation ship is and how they have such unconditional love for one another, and he said that that's what he wants and were he to find that he wouldn't want to give that up and he wouldn't care who it came from, male or female.

I couldn't help but think that I do love him unconditionally, I do, but I have not lust for him. I have no sexual desire for him at all and I cannot be with someone I don't have sexual desire for. I have to want to do all sorts of nasty dirty things to my husband ...because I want to do all sorts of dirty nasty things.....and since I will only do that with my husband.....

I also explained to him why I was so emotionally effected by The Hours. ..I told him that I thought that he as Ed harris....actually a mix between Nicole and harris.... he seems surprised that I said that because he felt the same way.

Ugh I'm so confused right now. I think I'm gonna take a shower and get some coffee and do some homework before dinner, cause I won't want to do it afterwards.




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