There's nothing wrong with dreaming, however, indulging one's harmful fantasies leads to shotgun attitudes. I don't hate Jimmy Herring. I Love Saint Ex. It's one of my fave songs, and it's pure Jimmy "The Wizard" Herring, but it's sacrilege to play over George Porter, Jr. and I beg someone to argue with me. Conflicting feelings are normal. Just ask any pedophile or mother or father or child or lover or fighter. It's the actions that need the leash, eh? I've traveled a lot in my life. Not just to Panic shows, but to intense poverty in Asia and the Land of Pablo Escobar as well. Much to the dismay of the boys selling chicken in the DR, I procured some, knew that it sells itself despite the exhausting "it's so FIRE" sales pitch I heard in that one hotel room, and while some gave me the room to be a lady gangster, there was one Panic Brother who does not respect the feminine. Not in me and definitely not in his woman. (Shame on you, Bryan Thompkins.) If there's one thing I've learned with the many times I've spent outside our Great Firewall, it's that we are too forgiving of assholes. We don't call them out anymore. I see it all the time in The Panic Scene. As illicit as it is, there is no justice for the bullies. We turn our backs on too much in the name of being polite. Fuck polite. Call a dick a dick and a pussy a pussy. Betty White style or not.
Mikey Wisdom lives on, eh? This is dedicated to David A. Schools, John Farmer Bell, Domingo Ortiz, John Hermann, Vic Chesnutt, and Rev. Jerry Joseph. And especially Winston Riley. Where there's love, there's hope: WasADream Foundation? Can I get a Non-Classist "Hell-Yea"?
Look. Don't touch (without consent). And then Touch. Me. All. Over. I'll drink your Protein Drink with Joy in My Heart. Have I made you squirm yet? Squirming isn't so bad. Neither is squealing. Depends on the context ;)
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