for lack of a better title:

so i've been on this huge dead kennedys kick lately (yeah i'm a dork, i'll reference Wikipedia), something about their lyrics has struck me as absolutely perfect and profound (forgive me my dear punk rockers of the world, i'm a tad slow, i should have realized this when i was 8 or was that when i was 1?).
i hope no one minds (from california uber alles)

"Now it is 1984
Knock knock at your front door
It's the suede denim secret police
They have come for your uncool niece
Come quietly to the camp
You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don't you worry it's only a shower
For your clothes here's a pretty flower
Die on organic poison gas
Serpents eggs already hatched
You will croak you little clown
When you mess with president Brown
When you mess with president Brown"

thank God president Brown never became president Brown, oh wait Bush and Brown both begin with B and if you count backwards from seven, add eleven to that and then play the Beatles White album backwards you will discover...nah, couldn't be.
and to provide some contrast or perhaps perspective or just a random Buddhist thought?:
"without communication, no real understanding can be possible." Thich Nhat Hanh in Anger (2001)

shoot, this post needs images or sound and yet i have none except a picture of me with reindeer antlers, its scary, not interesting, so i won't post it. tomorrow something better perhaps?