What the devil wants...he gits.

& one more thing...

Just because you are an Evolving Soul...

Does NOT mean you have to take shit from savages. 

Bear in mind...there are some hateful hurtful brutes out there, who just like causing trouble, creating trauma and weaving a spell of mayhem wherever they go.  

They swoop from place to place, spreading their toxins all over town.

There is NO reasoning with these swine; they think black people are vermin, and environmentalists only fit for target practice.

You know the kind of oxygen thieves I mean. 

Scrape 'em off your boot, block em'...

whatever you have to do. 

One day...a real trash compactor will drive by and pick 'em all up. 


Censorship?

Of course not. 

I would no more spend time with a bigot, a racist, a hate monger...

than I would allow a piranha into my bathtub.

This is just basic common sense.

& those without common sense...will get left behind.

FAR behind...

& the devil gits the hindmost.  

Dawn on Me.

Isn't that interesting. 

Just about to send out a swag of letters to a bunch of bands...

& I am putting it off. 

Why? 

That smelly old rotten fuckin' chestnut 'what if they say no?' 


It's funny...my mind works like my camera. 

I film everything...but every once in a while...

I take a frame capture. 

& in that moment...I see a truth that I might not ordinarily have noticed.

& I can take the time to focus on it for a while.

Allow it to dawn on me.

Question it.


'What if they laugh at me?' 

Man...that shit is so old.  Probably why it is still in there.  

It's like...it attaches itself to your DNA early on in life...& never quite lets go. 

'what if they say no?'  'what if they laugh at me?' 


What if they do?? They can't KILL me!!!
 

That is just childish.

OF COURSE THEY WILL SAY NO!

Most of them will, anyway!

Most muso's are on some kind of gear or other...& they don't give a good goddamn if the world goes to hell in a bucket of shit!

What most of them want is a chunk of change!!  

But some of them care!

& if I don't get over that frightened little boy crap...I'll miss out on that one or two who might gladly say yes! 

Gotta' scrape that shit offen my boots, methinks...

Once and for all.