I don't have much time, I got to go to the warehouse and work. But I just had to tell you a dream I had. It was painted in broad, cretinous strokes like an Oliver Stone movie: pornography was, like, on trial in Congress and things looked bleak with the Senators going "Ack!" at each piece of evidence so as to please their red state constituency. It looked like the end of pornography, the end of the sexual abuse of naive young women on video forevermore. But what's this? Brandon Irons is testifying. He goes: "It's free speech, Senators. It's art. Like my brilliantly punny title 'Intensities in 10 Cities'." There was a argumentative murmuring, but then the gavel came down in favor of pornography, mostly because they thought Irons' title was pretty clever and constituted a creative endeavor with all the protections of free speech. A father, I think Taylor Hill's father cried out in the back of the chamber "NO no no no no!!!!!" and tried to pull a gun, but was subdued by security.

I had a vivid dream myself just a few nights ago and it involved me having a bird's eye view inside of a city bus packed full of attractive women. Well it turned out that Brandon Iron was at the wheel and the bus was loaded with all of the porn-stars of whom he's abused over the years. The bus would then stop at each bus-stop where a female porn-star would be let off, but as they passed by Brandon on the way out the door, they would force themselves to vomit onto his face what appeared to be a large and partially regurgitated load of cum. Each time he would seem startled by this, as if someone had just smashed a pie into his face. He would then wipe it off while giving a disgusted expression. He even tasted some of it off of his thumb to confirm that it was in fact cum but that only increased his level of revulsion. Anyway, as each female porn star got off the bus and did this, a male porn star would get on. This process continued to occur until the bus was fully loaded with only male performers... at this point, I could no longer see inside the bus and could only view it as it rolled away down the street. As it did, I could hear sounds emanating from inside which sounded like poor Brandon shrieking at the top of his lungs, as if he had just been stabbed (I once witnessed a stabbing so I know what that sounds like). Anyhow, the shrieks could be heard in between what sounded like gagging noises, not dissimilar from what you may find in a gag factor movie, except that they had a tone that appeared to match that of Brandon's voice. This continued onward until the bus rolled out of sight and then finally I awoke.

"It's free speech, Senators. It's art. Like my brilliantly punny title 'Intensities in 10 Cities'." There was a argumentative murmuring, but then the gavel came down in favor of pornography, mostly because they thought Irons' title was pretty clever and constituted a creative endeavor with all the protections of free speech. "


More importantly, it was the title of a Ted Nugent Double Live album back in 1981...clever if not 22 years late

Or clever for stealing it once the Nugent album was forgotten about