This week's prescription is a mix of kid song, drag, and disco AS IT SHOULD BE. Here's to transgressive, revolutionary joy. Here's to the collapse of that which no longer serves.
Our medicine starts with this mantra from the good people who brought us the Dinosaur Marching Song, the Laurie Berkner Band.
I'm not perfect, no I'm not.
I'm not perfect, but I got what I got.
And then please add a heavy dash of Divine: