just a ride

For one night only.

Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, and they say, “Hey, don’t worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because… this is just a ride.”

Remembering Bill, ten years on, when we need him more than ever. This being the week of wearing a fucking nail around your neck for Jesus and save-us-from-queer-domesticity and more proof of his essential rightness than you ever wanted invading your mental space. The month of Janet Jackson’s career-reviving tit, drawing horror amidst a sea of commercials for pisswater beer and warnings about pharmaceutically-induced four-hour erections. (Though we did get Willie Nelson, both an irony and a small salvation.)

“I hate patriotism, I can’t stand it man, it makes me fucking sick, its a round planet last time I checked.”

Time to evolve.