I need to know how you feel about this
about all these things we say
I need to know you're not taking it well
I need to know you're in pain
I need to know I've broken your heart
I need you to know you broke mine

I'm not trying to break your heart
I think I'm doing a damn fine job

If you can't breathe it, it's probably not air

I almost feel obligated to write. That sounds so horrible though. I don't feel obligated to write out of a sense of "people are waiting on my inspiration" or somehtign like that. I feel obligated to write because it's par of me, like there's something that I should be talking aobut but I'm not talking about it. So I'm going to talk about this feeling in a vague, general set of terms that are largely arbitrary and, where not arbitrary, semantic. So much has happened recently that it's hard to put it all into any sort of forma that one can hold and comprehend. I've lived it and I barely believe it. I wish I were talking about some kind of gross success or other vaguely emancipating epiphany of opportunity, but such is not the case. teh best thing I've come up with recently is "Albacorp Dolphin-Enriched Tuna". Well, no that's not the best thing I've thought of, but it's the most sound-byte friendly. Plus it's funny. Funny = Good.

A Need for Want

"...and his fingers, they noticed, were ever straying, as if impatient to be playing upon this pipe.."

I have often lamented the lack of leadership in the world, but I'm realizing that I must rescind and restructure that statement. The world is not wanting for leadership, and that is the problem. We have too much leadership, too many leaders. We are living in a world filled with Pied Pipers who are always ever-so-willing to lead. But where are they leading us and why?

Why did the pied piper take the children? was it only to punish their parents for not paying him? What was he going to do with them? The children were led off to sweatshops and live out their days making wallets for their cousins in the neighboring city. The children were led to the wilderness to be devoured by ravenous wolves. The children were led to freedom from a society of self-serving liars. The children were led across the Jordan. The children were led to Los Angeles. The children were led out the door, around the block, and back home again. The children were led off into the sunset where they were instantly incinerated. The children were led to economic prosperity and fiscal responsibility. The children were led to strip joints where they turned tricks in the name of free expression, feminism, individuality, and ironic rebellion against the old ways.

No one knows where the children were led, but we know what they were promised.