KOO koo Ka Chew? The tragedy of 'getting a grip' is that eventually, if you want to wipe the drool from your mouth, you have to release the grip. Seeking to better our disposition or standing in life is relentlessly hard work. And to what to degree do you reap the rewards of untangling the damage of life? I mean, you pay the shrink, you stay sober, you over do it on the good deeds, you find eternal peace through a relationship with your personal beliefs, then *SpLaT* you get hit by a car, a sniper takes you down, fucking terrorists impose their rage and ignorance on you and yours. Golly, all that hard work in the toilet. Makes you just want to join the insane so that you don't have to be accountable for your actions, a little anarchy in your Wheaties never did any harm, right? And what if you don't like Wheaties and prefer Coaco Puffs, does anarchy go with Coaco Puffs? I'm KooKoo for them. So, even when one is desperately grasping to this side of sanity in this fucked-up and angry world, your KooKoo for cereal products. Finding serenity and peace staring at the whacky KooKoo bird on the packaging of my favorite breakfast sugar high, brings a smile to my face, makes me know...things will be o.k. and I can get on with day. I will write in my journal, pimp the literature, smile at old people and continue the *grip* (until I need to wipe the drools of course). Because I know, despite what the doctor says, Coaco Puff are good for my health, if not for my mental health, all else be damned, it's the small things, little chocolate orbs of serenity. LOL ;) Have a super day!