A moment in time

When the guy you love looks at you and just starts to cry. It's like the whole world is a rainstorm and you have no need for an umbrella. Like the whole world is put on pause for a minute, and no one exist but the two of you. And Salvador Dali, Vincent Van Gogh, Franz Kafka, all poets. And you remember you can say anything to this person, and they truly understand. Like you can have a conversation that last a million years but it will never get boring. You remember love isn't passion, but compassion. And to me that's what the whole world needs right now.

Among the living

In my imagination it is not safe to go out there. Among the living, and unforgiving. Yet I travel with a smile wondering how long you all will carry on. Through the bullshit. Tossing dirt on my shallow grave. In the name of some dying creature deep down inside. I may be a monster from outer-space. Clinging to some future time and place. Closing my eyes to the sun. A sort of neo-digital dharma bum.

I can sleep, but I choose to do this

At any point in time a life can just change what it is all about. One day you are some way, maybe not the way you have always been. But it is the way you are, and in the next moment like a door opens. A door opens to another dimension and you are never the same again. Like a memory floods in from deep inside and you know you can never go back to the old you again. I feel like something was laying dormant inside of me, and now it has opened it's eyes and taking control of my whole being. A familiar feeling that has always been there but took second stage, or stepped back and allowed some of the lesser me's to take center stage. But now my...my what? My fire, my drive, unbending desire to survive this world has started burning and the shit is like a forest fire. All ablaze like a city in an riot. My own personal, spiritual Molotov cocktail has been thrown through the window of my hurt. And it brings me to tears, because I know I am on the shoulders of giants, and they will never put me down. Through madness I have survived. Through the heaviest rainstorm in hurricane season I've waded, and survived. I've been struck by lightening, and by fucking God HERE COMES THE THUNDER!

Is this new magic

I feel like I'm taping into a new type of magic, well my old type. But back again for the first time. I feel I may be falling into a synchronicity with my own dreams. This is what I've been waiting for, like for a while. I feel a sense of overwhelming joy. And the best kind the joy. The kind that comes after a great sorrow, or struggle. It's all a mystery to me, and I like that. The new magic. I got my intellectual, and creative mojo back. And here's to it. In the name of great music.

30 Seconds to Mars.

Okay so I just discover that I am major fucking in love with the band 30 Seconds to Mars. It's like one day they didn't mean shit to me, and the next I can't sleep without them. I found out they are playing on the day after my Birthday! I set up an opportunity to purchase tickets, and if all goes well (which it will), I will be there on April 9th. I couldn't be more excited. Their shows look like so much fun, it's going to be one of the greatest days of my life I can feel the divinity on this one. So that's all on that one. I'm write more, when I know more.

So long far well,

Josalisa RiOt.

Fuck the dumb.

Last of the motherfucking hardcore punk rock, hip hop generation. Hoisting up the black flag, and silting the throats of the wicked and the dumb. May you all rot in hell you filthy dirty bums. Dying silently with my hand on a gun. Urban ghetto librarian, freelance herpetologist veterinarian. Blood lusting vegetarian. Destined to die violently leaving behind only the results of a botched cesarean.

Last Message Befroe Dying, By Us...The Dumb and Wayward

Only the lonely masked as hommies
Die the death of the wicked
Breath the breathe of the cold
They ignorance inflected on the gifted
I'm a black widow spider
Ya'll bitches just hoes with no niggas beside ya
As I retreat to my grief
All your absences a relief
Knowing that you are destined for an eternal sleep
With a mythological beast
You think you can ignore or choose not to believe in

- Last message before dying
by us....The Dumb and Wayward