It's all happening beneath our very eyes. We needn't even peel back the lids, as it plays out in the collective mind-theatre like a sixteenth sense. Give 'em everything you got, the voices cry. Give 'em the ol' iron shoulder, the razor-edged elbows, and put yr goddamn back into it if you can! After all, this is the way the world works, so band together we must. Roughneck individuals bottled by pride will be sold and swallowed for survival, so sacrilege your fridge and plug in your heart murmer. Fright the far right near right now centrist leftist near fear of everything - so frighten fear itself! It's only growing, like a bad case of Hemen-anemia. The goal, as the wise have said, is to whittle away a frog from a log, hop the iron lilly pad to the other side, or die whistling like a ladybird crossing a freeway.
On an unrelated note, to mark the occasion of seasonal shift, I, Glen Oldman Davis, will be performing with my "wife" Helen this Saturday at the Lost & Found boutique, with fellow humans Hosta and Proper Suggestions. All are welcome.
- GD
