Last week in Toronto there was a man laying on the sidewalk with the saddest look in his eyes, covered in feces. It was awful. It was such a hot day that you could literally smell him from a city block away. No one helped him. I didn't want to get anywhere near him in fear of getting crap on me.
Give me the sign of the Open Eye, And token erect of thorny thigh, And Word of madness and mystery, O Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan, I am man: Do as thou wilt, as a great god can, O Pan! IoPan!