Im just hanging by the sidelines, waiting, scratching my nasal cavity with a feathery drumstick and signing the opera. Im like a Moldovian prince shied away from his palace by a middle finger of disgrace. Sometiems I think I should try to regain my position of a headliner but then when I vicariously get through the memories of being at the top of it all, I lose the yearning and start to remind myself that its not bad that world is careening out of control, it may in fact be serendipitous to all of us greedy monetary anarchists in a sense that we may get chance a build ours out of the aches of the imperfect system.