I have a motto of late its called "Vicious yet Friendly" It explains many things For one, life on Earth With its golden summers and biting winters With its Gandhis and its Hitlers With its creature comforts and its environmental despair With its delicious icecreams and its barfy sewage stench waters With its fluffy bunnies and its flesh-ripping carnivores With its soft sweet kisses and its bloody bullet wounds With its best good friends and its brutal inquisitional tortures With its yay its a …

Angels fow, thunder cow Slippin on down to the miggerick linky Astro back, lightning crack Flyin back home to the base of god's pinky Reglued seams of broken dreams Try to make do with the glue you ejected Where's it from, Blunderscrum He lives out in the stars of rejected Foxform prototypes, rabbit casts Sending the vibes on the secret airwaves You tune in, signal's thin Whoops its planet of a million bear-slaves Singin so hard, always on guard Tryin to protect the galactic interest You tune out, full …

i got karthuanon i am icktuego i speak of i cuz i know it best, worst, and most medium medium semi flavored lukewarm self-waters of halfeawakeity worst things i've ever seen happened in my head alone headmovies inspired perhaps by true events events from the news, highway, novelpages or the transfer of some dark mind onto film or other dimensions, where? lot of fear aaaa this and aaaa that aaa apocalypse aaa blades chopping up bodies aaa not good enough aaa relationships aaa commitment aaa history aaa …

well now, i've had a bunch of girlfriends. my first girlfriend was named Classical Music, she was very beautiful and full of passion, but as one could logically infer from those first 2 qualities, she was also extremely high-maintenance. she demanded all my time and attention, and was so jealous, that i wasnt allowed to hang out with or even speak to any other girls. i was always walking on eggshells around her, it was like she was just waiting for me to screw up. she was very hard to please, in addition …

Whoa, intense feelings
spread the red jelly of realness
onto the flimsy toast of my nervous system.

the result? Aaa... danger!
Always on alert.
Base instinct of always taking the worst possible
interpretation of any situation, just in case.

Our minds are so deeply soaked in
survival instincts, we can't help it.
If we want to get anywhere,
if we want to make any forays into Happiness,
we have to make a serious swimming-upstream effort,
until the harsh discipline becomes second
nature and we think we're actually dancing.

-Rushadicus, 9/19/09

I am Rushad. This is my writing. I'm 31. I believe in supernatural powers. I'm half Indian. Who cares what I am. This is the time and the place to bust out fully and completely. Yeah, logic, yeah, sanity. Not destroying my body for future use etc. I'm still trying to make sense of everything. But, the hunt for truth and meaning always leads to infinite chaos. Too many possibilities of what could and might be, and too many contrasting perspectives on what its all about. Who am I to disagree with phd …

Speaking of sanity and insanity, what's that all about? Sanity is the cone the ice cream sits in. The ice cream is crazy. Sanity is the leash that prevents the dog from getting into trouble or getting lost. Sanity is the rules of the game that insanity alone can master. Sanity is the tirelessly paved roadway that allows for countless automobile adventures. Sanity is the language and the letters and the paper and the pen that the insane poets use to go beyond it all. Sanity is the hardworking husband …

What is all this insanity? Haha, I wouldn't trade it for anything, life is fun. I would like to thank sanity for sponsoring and enabling my insanity. We live on the other side of the world. Nocturnal wild animals. Wednesday in texas no sleep all night and next day 27hr drive to LA to play the one last wild show of the tour. And by wild I mean showtime boys whatever jetlagged stiffnesses of 5weeks of straight jark-charging all night heavy rock insanity feelin all cold and soggy must disappear, replaced by …

 What the Lyrics are About - by Rushad December 12, 2009 lotta folks wonder what the lyrics are...or are all about well. i know a thing or 2 about that. theyre about goin to a dusty place of friendliness with huge hairy beasts running by theyre about how can there be no wars when there's lions running around? well i'll tell you there cant but you could ride a friendly cat in another dimension yes you could another dimension of melodies another dimension of songs another dimension of less gravity …

 PUSHING ROCK AND ROLL UP A HILL - by Rushadicus, Jan. 8, 2010 I dont know all that much about the myth of Sisyphus except that there was a man named Sisyphus who was somehow sentenced to eternally pushing a rock up a hill. Well, i feel like i can really relate to this idea on a couple levels. One is that he's pushing a rock and i'm pushing a Rock Music. The other is that being in a band trying to make a living and get recognized and make it into the higher levels of bandhood feels alot like i …