Last night in a dream I learned a new truth. People love their misery, I think it makes them feel brave. Like, look at me I have survived something. But have you survived really waddling in that filthy dream? We all know sadness and heartbreak. We all carry the burden of the lonely. Yet some of us wave it like a freedom flag. For what? They love the misery and the sympathy it calls for. I survive the sadness daily and I don't really give a fuck. I'm not a pull yourself up by your bootstraps blue collar American or anything. But what the fuck is our deal anyway? Ever showed loved to the guilty and wicked and watched them turn against you? Ever pointed out beauty to these people and have them turn it into shit? Yes you have. That is because many love it in the darkness. No, they are not there to shine the light, they are there to waddle in it. This is what I saw in a dream. We are all vibrating into this Holographic existence Projecting and attracting. Have you ever noticed what some people attract? A load of nothing too special is what it is. Their is a reason for that. I am not here to save this world. It feels good to think that. I am here to save you all from the darkness in which you dwell. But that is not why I have arrived. I am just an observer I have my opinion. I have written it down. But really so what? I am here as a creator. Not a fucking beggar or a whiner I see you fuckers down on your knees to anyone. A person you lust for, your sick twisted family, strangers with candy. Get the fuck up suckas and breath. This is a wicked world we live and it it's cruel. But it still belongs to us. The ones who have survived. Yesterday we lost a lot of humans and animals. They all died of natural causes. Not us though. We are the ones who made it. For whom the fucking bell tolls.
I see the pigs waddling in the misery and yes you fuckers look like pigs or scared children. I fucking hate it, but I still love all of you. We are all a fucking dream. Creating this world one thought or action at a time. Can you fuckers not see that? Look around you. Does your life suck? Really? Are you absolutely sure it is really bad? Good. You made it that way. Your life is a fucking painting and you have the brush in your hand still. I look to the darkness I have created in my own life and I laugh. Because if I look back or do the math I can see how I wanted this life. I asked for it, dreamed of it and made it come true. I want other things now and the thought of not having them drives me to sorrow. But that is the work we do. Look around you. This is YOUR life. You are not a dead leaf blowing in the wind. You are Homosapien. You have the power to be what you dream. So stop dreaming up all of this weak bullshit and do some real work. Dream fucking big then risk everything to get it. If you do not do this now you will be a little baby forever. A little sad baby until you leave this plane. There are Human Beings right now flying all over this world. And I am not flying. I am singing and writing and creating sounds with my mind and hands. This is the source of my own sorrow. I want to leave, but instead I stay here and create. This is really the thing that causes my heart to hurt. The fact that I create instead of fly. What the fuck. That is not at all that bad. Especially when I look around me and see so many people just taking from the world. Never adding shit. Never offering anything of substance to anyone. Not even the ones they really love. Their are people alive today who will not make anything in this cycle. They will cry, they will attempt to assassinate others, they will attempt to kill themselves. But on this day. Nothing new will come from their cold dead hands THAT is the source of misery. Blow a fucking horn or hug something innocent. Then you will see. You life is in your hands, dude. My life is in my hands. It makes me cry, but it mostly makes me smile. The shit is all right. I have space to breath. To shout, to make love. Yes I could kill the ones who do not think like me. But who are they? Just another part of me, right? So why really worry. All that is mine, I have today. All that I desire is on it's way.
I have danced, I have sang, I have shouted, and been put down. Yet fuck, man. I am truly happy. I feel the joy wash over me. I love the existence I have come to create. The shit is all right. If I really look around. I can smile at all of my silly drawings. Because I have created them. I think so much of the misery I see American people in is because the fucks lack the sense to risk it all to create. I have been through some crazy shit this year. Some real proper crazy shit. And through it all I made sounds and art. So fuck the dumb shit. All is fucking well. As it has been, and shall remain. I've done fuck all to deserve the pain. And maybe you have. Maybe you deserve the misery in which you live. You horrible fucked up ones. I see you. You motherfuckers do some real wicked shit. If wicked shit were real. Which it is not. All of this is prospective. I embarrass myself often putting my shit our here for the digital masses. My friends ignore me, and strangers embrace me. It is the way of the world for me. I believe in my Guru and I believe in myself. Not despite it all, but because of it all. Because I see you dying, I see you getting what you deserve in this world. Then you cry and say you did not deserve it. Yes you fucking do. You did it to yourself. I did this to myself. I locked myself away from most people and became a fucking hermit. So I can write and read and create in peace. I made this reality. I want more now, but I have to really face what I have already created. And so do you, dear reader. Face your little bullshit, then kill it. Or not. I don't fucking know. All I really know comes from math, and dreams. I am my own dream come true. What have you done to yourselves, dear friends? Because in all honestly I do not recognize most of you anymore.
This is Josalisa...Live From Planet RiOt.
I don't understand much, but this I know.
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