Darling you will always be around

My mind has been wound up tight for a week now. And you wisper in my ear to relax and that whatever is happening will work out. She says, "It will all be ok, you just have to give it a moment. You have to let your mind go so that your body can catch up." And you know she is right. In the deepest reaches of your mind you know she is right. But you still can't let it go. You still can't move on. Something must be wrong.

In time you're proven wrong. It really wasn't anything to worry about after all. And your mind begins to unwind and grasp the greater situation surrounding you.

There's been talk of a war.

The religious tension on the opposite side of the world has infected the residents of happyland. The people have taken arms. Choose your side wisely, you don't want to be on the losing side of all of this. As if any group could actually win.

But what point needs to be proven?

Someone with a flag just walked past my window and shouted the slogans for the opposition:

"Don't count on the newsman to take down the act!"
"I kind of liked Clinton!"
"Thanksgiving is gone?"
"No one dissents!"


And I just give a nod of the head at the absurdity of these claims. What a strange little party. They obviously don't drink scotch in their parents' guest room with only two dufflebags of possessions left. They obviously don't dream of the pet bunny rabbit being devoured by a raging doberman pinscher.

So many things are obviously wrong with this.