if only

oh to live on sugar mountain. this song makes me long for some youth of my own again. I've begun the countdown to having this baby, and feeling free again, I suppose this is only natural, you can't be twenty on sugar mountain...always I think I left too soon. Where do I belong in a world of politics? where do politics belong in my world? when did it become policy? it seems impolite.

oh but I don't know what I'm saying anymore, I used to have so much zeal, I don't know what to say anymore.

Oh Poi!

said I, to myself.

I am trying to make myself sneeze. * Stop counting me! I see the numbers. * We are besieged, set at all points about us

infinite wisdom is available to us. we don't really want wisdom, we want bright colors and music to be loud enough to drown out the screaming.