privacy

some online sites have published my (former) addresses my (fake ) DOB yes I'm paying for naivite beware of any and all internet sites asking for personal information like a copy of your drivers license beware any time you sign up with a credit card I did and gave all fake information but it's online now......I will absolutely NEVER file change of address with the post office. Apparently that's carte blanche for them to publish your address. Because of this, my place was broken into no kidding. Anyway, live and learn. Sadder is not the word; more like busted and broken but wiser you know

CXB: "I'm Not Talking About Politics"

God X Bro is fucking hysterical......my former bf's former roommate

you know, to be a good soldier as well

 this is hilarious I love it.......





http://aishamusic.blogspot.com/2011/11/since-madonna-has-decided-to-rip-off.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FiJHH+%28Aisha+Music%29







I have said I do not believe in "karma" but hey the flipside is don't underestimate anyone either. You're an asshole to too many people eventually you'll piss off the wrong ones. That's what happens when you go through life thinking .....well anyway.......


I have a lot to say on like subject but don't have time for it now. I do, however, have legitimate complaints. 

another revision sky dancer

love and it's real

 it's real
so many yellows!

so is all this light

all this light so much of it

this light this one oh only this one




you, me and her
did it slip right by me?


this one is pink
this one's for friendship




theirs and not his
theirs and never his
all of theirs and never his



something in here, wired in me
white in me
all that was peachy pink


and there could never be too many

my face aches 

all of me is raw and heavythe screen is red, black and red
it's coming at you really at them
remember it's not real
black ants seem to multiply faster than birds
if there's one there are a million of them
face was so tender so was he
it was up to you to protect him
you did the right thing
they never told you
no one will tell you but you know

the cat was orange he scratched my arms
in a tree, the snow piercing the part of your legs that were bare
in a playground covered in snow ice
nothing can live here, yet it does
you are here, you and her
the car is not warm
you move your toes
your mother and her husband are out
you and your step sister her in plaid
we will freeze, but we don't

now you and the one who looks like him
are in some kind of garage
what are you doing?


you're eighteen your hair is red
the night is black
the doors are silent
you were waiting for someone

what are these eyes

what is this face

why are they glowing

yes it was hot hot in there

why are they glowing

let me travel to him him to me

promising safety

please fix the road for me

and it's getting dark

the pills were blue

the snow was white

then his text

a light! another then another

sometime, sometime

legs scraped raw again

somehow I got back

oh a storm quieted down
this thing that lives in my head

these lights are bright in the snow
it all stands out
the presents under the tree [?????]

is this coming day, now it's night

Persephone dragged down to hell 

in the snow marking it

presents sit in the living room

lights go out and candle flames move like water

this night

there's no one around

my cat comes in from outside

the snow makes a white mountain

this is the god of winter

at your fingertips
a spark of deadly freeze

white and holy r

I'm stirring white paste in a barrel

the bag is pink

the white is snow

it has a peachy smell

it's a pink band aid

there's a devil doll outside

in a Santaria shop
he bobs gently and grins

you were warned
you were curious you know

they're marching in green

which one was stolen

three syllables

three bells

this one, the blue forms clouds, blueberries?

a blue boy on the wall

I feel rawness and blisters every time I breathe in

aching, aching my body

in from the cold

a ring, one for every kind of day

I went over this recently and it needed a lot of work.....not publishing the final version just yet but here's a MUCH more refined version the last few were very rough ******************LMSaiter












8 am, 7 am which hour was it
plastic is cheap barely containing
somewhere it spilled
overspilled




a car, too many
crossing the street

it was winter this time


other earrings, those ones gold
the others diamond
this that's happening
I can't feel my mind
I've stepped outside myself
someone grabs my wrist someone grabs me
being naked being desired feeling the buzz

fell asleep

had strange dreams of an old friend and her husband visiting........then a strange, ghostly couple in a library, and that I went into another friend's place (who lives uptown) he had given me the keys for.....then he came in.

got Devil and Lovers

relationship reading. Devil is "our baser desires" or more like "sins of the flesh." That it certainly is!

Kali Ma

I'm giving a plug to this awesome website devaintart a lot of modern depictions of mythical figures, gods and goddesses I love this kind of stuff.....this is Kali Ma.....


http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&global=1&q=kali+ma#/d36og3o

Now I know

why people who are complete strangers to me give me the looks they do, like they know something about me or who I am. I'm really horrified. I don't know HOW pictures of me (with my face, not that I'm ashamed of it; you know, I think I'm attractive, but still.....) got on adult/hooker/ ect sites, or that I'm a sub, or worse.............or my name. Phone number. Someone clearly wanted to harass me, and they succeeded.They......people who I don't know or was never with made up stories about me; you know, anyone can say anything about anyone. It's like bathroom graffiti just one the web.

So. Clarity. This is not my doing. What else can I say? Get to know me, know who I really am.

And I don't work as a sub. And on and on. 

I couldn't

keep this in my head forever. I didn't even start pole dancing til I was in my thirties, but ......it can be done; you have to work at it...... So I did. My arms, legs would be bruised the next day.....I would just want to sleep.....so much and it was terribly hard work but I just kept going; why? Why did I put myself through this. I didn't have to. No one told me to. But I did. I kept writing too.....I went in life in art to hell and heaven and all over, low and high. For it---- to happen this way with so much ugly drama; of course I didn't want that. I put myself through all that cause I believed in it. There was not much conflict; the way there was with other things.
I was, younger, very trusting where I should have listened to my instincts and not been. But I couldn't imagine someone......that they would do that; it was preposterous. And ....for so long......and get away with it. I didn't know but I had.....I could sense something was way, way off, something was really wrong. I just had this chronic bad feeling; but now I know and that's gone. I'm very relieved.....

been a while but not neglecting.....

I'm re-writing and memorizing my stuff preparing to perform it......and am ...........it's all so intense. I keep wanting to go down to OWS I think I'll go there and dance that's the best thing! There is more to come.....

sky dancer

love and it's real
love and it's real
so many yellows!
the yellows are bright
so is all this light
all this light so much of it
this light this one oh only this one


you, me and her
you, me and her
did it slip right by me?
this one's Jasmine
this one is pink
this one had softer petals than this one

there is a cross on the screen
theirs and not his
theirs and never his
all of theirs and never his

there's a monster on the screen
his it's all his
he reads your emails
it looks like him but it isn't
somewhere nearby he's sleeping
you're just a little east by a sooty river

and how your face aches
your legs and arms
all of you is raw and heavy
the screen is red, black and red
it's coming at you really at them
remember it's not real
black ants seem to multiply faster than birds
if there's one there are a million of them
face was so tender so was he
it was up to you to protect him
you did the right thing
they never told you
no one will tell you but you know

the cat was orange he scratched my arms
in a tree, the snow piercing the part of your legs that were bare
in a playground covered in snow ice
nothing can live here, yet it does
you are here, you and her
the car is not warm
you move your toes
your mother and her husband are out
you and your step sister her in plaid
we will freeze, but we don't

now you and the one who looks like him
are in some kind of garage
what are you doing?


you're eighteen your hair is red
the night is black
the doors are silent
you were waiting for someone

what are these eyes
what is this face
why are they glowing
yes it was hot hot in there
why are they glowing
let me travel to him him to me
promising safety
please fix the road for me
and it's getting dark
the pills were blue
the snow was white

presents were green
others red
then his text
a light! another then another
it can be so cold
so cold at night

sometime, sometime
legs scraped raw again
somehow I got back
thinking I was free
I was deceived

but for that moment the night was blanketed in white
red, blue and green lights gently hung around the old red brick buildings
so cold, but a sign of warmth
that you're home
no longer in a desert

the day to celebrate Christ
is this coming day, now it's night
and it's very silent only your feet make noise
in the snow marking it
presents sit in the living room
in a church your family stands next to you
lights go out and candle flames move like water
and it's quiet
she calls you a bitch
that morning the tsunami hits
you don't feel it here, or do you?
so thankful for the quiet this night
no one around
my cat comes in from outside
the snow makes a white mountain
this is the god of winter
an ice pick dosed in spearmint
your fingertips are a spark of deadly freeze
where no light comes
as the mercury ball drops

I'm not OK
I'm a grotesque monster of a wreck
I've been that
that thing think it's a piece of cheap pulp
but that thing is real
it's in me?

your emails have been read
somewhere someone is dancing
somewhere, the FARCs are getting rich
somewhere there's a white paste is stirred in a barrel
but here you're in a makeshift mall
step into a bathroom
white and holy r
the bag is pink
the white is snow
it has a peachy smell
it's a pink band aid
there's a devil doll outside
in a Santaria shop
he bobs gently and grins

you were warned
you were curious you know

somewhere people are marching in green, green leaves so sharp they cut
insects big as your hand
which one was stolen
three syllables
three bells
this one, the blue forms clouds, blueberries?
a blue boy on the wall

my nose hurts
aching, aching my body
and one came in from the cold
the air sucked out of the room
like in the barrel of a shotgun
or a piercing
a ring, one for every kind of day


in your bag a bottle breaks
the same spot, someone is hit by a car
the skull dances at night
smell of shoes off in a distance
coming for you
the rebels are coming for you

in your bag a bottle breaks
the same spot, someone is hit by a car
the skull dances at night
smell of shoes off in a distance
coming for you
the rebels are coming for you

Saint Seiya Aphrodite    

By Fayeuh


This artist is a French female. love this stuff on deviantart!

Blair the liar, murderer and crook

Tony Blair is an absolute disgrace to humanity. I wonder how his parents feel having given birth to such an awful human being. He is a professional liar, thief and a fraud from head to toe. He is a disaster in the world. He is an ignorant at best at worst someone with absolutely no conscience and that is not someone to put in a position of leadership. I am sure he has taken gifts of some kind. I see through you though, and so does the public now. You have no defense for your actions.

How could anybody vote for him? I don't understand it. It defies all logic. That too is inexcusable. 

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/article718100.ece


He belongs in prison. But, wait a minute, doesn't everyone think this?

I went back and forth on whether to publish this. Too many people are still praising this man when they shouldn't....so many articles I find are at best mish mashy. He .....needs to be somewhere where he can't hurt anyone. Why WHY are people like him out in the world? That explains many things.......

but

speaking of stealing some shithead just took my phone from the library.....GGGGGRRRRRRHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




so those who wish to talk to me can email or msg for now.......


all your emotional support to get my stuff back are not necessary but will appreciated; cause I need this, and it wasn't theirs to take.  ) thanks

copyrights

sorry if I violated any laws or anyone's work wasn't intended.....as for art  ......but I never tried to pass it off as my own. I respect fully people's ownership of their work. please contact me if I did something wrong tried to be careful......truly)

protests, arrests

http://www.edrants.com/occupy-wall-street-slutwalk-nyc/

this and the news of 700 arrested.....700! How many were at the RNC? But the truth is in one's actions. I wonder why the police are so eager to protect these corporate criminals, ok...actually that is not my opinion that is what they are. How long will they keep getting away with what they're doing? As long as the police are on their side, it'll be a long time. Those who speak out will be jailed instead.


All the news of these protests are tugging at my heart and bringing me back to my cheering days. More I'll say on this at a later date. I miss all that. (

3 A M Eternal Lyrics

3 A M Eternal Lyrics: Klf 3 A M Eternal lyrics . These 3 A M Eternal lyrics are performed by Klf Get the music video and song lyrics here. This is Radio Freedom KLF! unh huh, unh huh, unh huh, unh huh KLF is gonna rock you are you ready (unh huh, unh huh) [ANCIENTS OF MU MU]

Focusing Your POWER - How to be Happy Part 2

This is even funnier than the one I posted on FB.....this is not an attack on anyone's spiritual way I'm agnostic not religious....but nonetheless these are words of wisdom. My friend called him a "devil worshipping life coach" lol

dreams

That there was a baby doll representing me....who.....as I looked under the surface, was full of decomposing flesh. I dream a lot about corpses. And graveyards.

Today that I was writing songs and looking at other stuff of mine, in a music room