Look, I'm a huge Henry Rollins fan. Those who know me often recognize the Black Flag t-shirt I've worn into near oblivion. Black Flag rules in a way only Black Flag is allowed to, but Henry Rollins... he's smart, he's constantly boiling over, the sinew in his neck constantly twisting and turning his head in such angrily determined gestures intended to scare people have given hints to who he really is.
He's a little boy. He's a little boy who scares the other kids into liking him. Sure, he's good, great even, but is that why he has such a strong following and has had for thirty or so years?
Okay, yeah, maybe, but how many within that following are willing to say what everyone is dying to get off their chest?
He's an arrogant bastard, forcing us to laugh at his dick jokes. Yet, he has taken that dick joke, put it in a way that makes us laugh at it, to think about it. Isn't that, in its own way, truly poetic?
Words are good, and also neat and fun. Snobs are not good. So let's have fun with fun words that are nice, and be nice to fun kids who make the words that are good.
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