In my last post, which also doubled as the first post I've put up in a month, I included this line as an innoculation:
On some level I want to self-censor, because I know that someone, somewhere will read this and say, “Ah ha! He’s ripe for evangelizing back to Jesus!” Fuck that. I mean, seriously, fuck that.
The post went up at 8 AM. At 9:05 AM I got a comment from some person who, to the best of my recollection, has never once commented on this blog, bearing a bunch of Jesus-related crap.
Anyway, "A voice in the wilderness," this one's for you.
That, by the way, does not accurately reflect my life. Also, it's really too bad that I couldn't go with the thematically similar, but less apropos "This Losing Fight," since it includes the phrase, "And you could buy her reparation flowers/But you make nine dollars an hour/And the whole thing's just gonna wilt and die anyway." For the record, when Sons of Bill blow up huge like N*SYNC I'm going to start a tribute band called Reparation Flowers. That said, have some more Sons of Bill:
Oh, and this one's for you, too:
I don't gotta buy the cure from you. I know you're only gonna sell me the disease.