..now me want to dance in me pajama for the bountiful tragedy inside the comedy of all our repetitive intrusive thoughts....after a four shot americano squeezes into the crowded subway system of my morning brain i can spit out talkative passenger thoughts for 40 minutes straight without bothering to check which stop is who's and still get them all right in the pocket and on time....may the gods bless america and the world that supports us..... rise humans,rest us not long on the fattening cushions of our beloved pettiness,petting the skin off of our kenneled pet peeves.....good night