Baby did a bad, bad thing...

We all have a thing, a bad thing, or bad things that we’ve done. They swirl and twirl and saw in and out of our heads.

Some of us, that bad thing, those bad things, they don’t weigh much more than a thought in the grand scheme of things.

Some of us, far fewer of us, that bad thing, those bad things

You gotta shake them out of your head. You gotta free up that space. For otherwise they’ll become you, they will repeat and return for the shame is not taking on the blame. You will stay stuck in the shit fuck muck, spiraling in or cycloning out. You will live in that rut, you will die or you will kill in that rut.

So you call me, you call a friend, you write it out, you shout it about, whatever you need you get that bad kernel of a deed out of your fucking head. THEN. Then you dance or you fuck or you sing, but you better you better find a way to go wheee.