Before I go into my diatribe. A house fly was buzzing around mid-mixtape. He landed on one of the records and spun around for quite awhile. So, weird.
I say on almost a daily basis to my dog Rocket. Be glad you are not a human being. I go even as far as to tell him to jump into the sky. The beauteous sky. Into the light and wonder of not being a human. Cry out loud, I am not a human. Leap precariously into the void of Love and rejoice that you are not a human. Little dog, you got it made. Humans are really, really, messed up.
Tune in and don't drop out,
Dj Lipton