You're Always Mine, To Keep When You're Gone.

Well, what do we know about anything? It's all bullshit my friend, here we are, and there we are, it's just un-important, these are things I've been gathering about the general consensus lately. I've got those lanlocked blues, and I'm getting out. Well, fuck, I need to. I really fucking need to. Why shouldn't I, this valley is dry. It's dry as fuck. The plastic is melting all around us, and the fumes have become toxic, it's as good a time as any. Lets do it. So, where do we go? On to the next pig fuck jamboree. It's there. It's virgin. Let's tap it. There we are. It's America in the new century, we move quicker these days. Times move quicker. Areas sourer faster. So we move on. So, Portland. Portland is the new American mecca. So we go there. It's hard not to see it. The battery in my mouse is dying. Is that a sign? Maybe. Well, lets follow it. Fuck it. Lets follow that trail, lets see where it ends. Better than here i guess.

changes...

i'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this...
but it's time for another change...
what are we without it...