Dear Society to Which You, We, She and He All Belong:
So we rocked it, right?
Dang diggitty we did. And are. And will, still. The beat don’ stop until the break of dawn.
And it’s always dawn somewhere.
We know some people out there find us raggedy, unkempt, and perhaps congenitally disorganized. And by nature we surely are highly suspicious of organization. Chaos, we get; chaos we like. We understand that from the joyous, raucous frenzy of the subatomically chaotic flowers the life we all know.