Now that we’ve entered society’s carnival of dark souls, we gotta worry about maniacs mistaking us for shooting galleries. Now that all the president’s grey matter has been scribed onto a grain of rice, it’s time we consider that serious food for thought. Now that everything means nothing and nothing means everything, it’s time to buy a dictionary of disaster’s undoing. Now that the jukebox of fools is blasting full volume, it’s time we spend our quarters on a far better song. Now that the womb-to-tomb express seems a much wilder ride, better to cool jazz our razzmatazz before we reach the darkside.