080913 #spoonman I know what this world needs. We need an infusion of joy. We are a grid of sad chickens. There aren't that many eggs to go around, The sap of one gets cracked open and trickles a little ways, maybe to one pen, maybe to another, maybe to another and another. And it dries up. It is barely enough. It is not enough to sustain us all. Where is our crackling, our singing? Where is our electric current?