Folded thought of the day:

Getting pretty excited about all this big talk.  I keep 
hearing rumors of power struggles and backroom meetings.  
Sinister eyes glimpsed through a window.  The man in 
the box fighting for a little sovereignty.  

Nothing left around here that money can't buy.  

Please, please, please.  Like my James Brown impression?  
Pretty impressive, eh? 

Gotta get me a bullhorn.  Get the word out.  Shouting 
and stomping down on 5th Avenue.  Get me a couple 
showgirls and a few circus performers.  Put on the 
big show.  Maybe a float.  Gotta think big.  Too 
much competition these days.  And everybody wants 
a piece of the action.  

The big boys just got bigger.  Powering up their 
power ties.  Making their big announcements, with 
smiles shining brightly and plenty of back slapping.  
And the weight gets more unbearable.  And quite 
a bit scarier.  Not to mention a whole lot less 
exciting.  

I know.. I know..  who can understand a word this 
guy is saying.  mumbling to himself at the bar at 
every turn in the evening.  what can you expect?  
he's reflecting things that make little sense.  
can't expect him to exactly be understandable.  
you know?

A dietary diatribe.  A little thin around the 
edges.  Diming down the public.  Aware of 
disturbances in the fabric.  A ripping in the 
fleece.  Patching together a distant showcase.  
Over here, behind the billboards, between the 
cracks.  

Can you see me?.. standing in the green field -- 
the one that's always existed just beyond your 
awareness?... tumbling in a wild reverie.  

Care to join the dance?  You just gotta bring 
your will to survive.  And maybe an accordian 
or a banjo.  Something to keep us on our toes.