Bustin' out theses:

(A Stage, dimly lit, single spot centre. Enter Llowyn wearing a tuxedo, loud shoes.)

Cognito Ergo Sum, Space Commander. That sweet milk, philosophy, is being force fed to you by Space Mayans. De-evolution commences...




First friends come first ~ , or so they say. Invariably, however, there will be

Consequences. ~ Far reaching, far stemming consequences. Consequences which will flow on. Lighting eternally.

Lux Aeterna ~ through the cosmos. Light falling through the sky, falling to the ground, trod underfoot.

Gordon Lightfoot ~ treading the soil of his land, singing his song, making his music, showing his face.

DISPLAY FACE UP ON DASH

"To bait fish withal" ~ , so that their faces, their eyes will stare up at me, as blank as a

CGI Ed Hockin. ~ You know what, though?

This Fuckin' Shit Ain't Logical. ~

The Eventual Posting of Proper Entries ~ might occur, but not for a while. It will take several

Polished crystalline shapes ~ to bribe Mr.

J. 'Challenger' Duffy, Esquire ~ into writing more proper entries, such as the

Enterprise Obituary. ~ In any case, it's unlikely that more frequent posts will ensue, seeing as this coming year I'll be

Giggin' in the free world ~ (well, UBC).

Fucking A. ~ I think so, that's for sure

Be the current against us, what matters it? ~ Nothing. It's how we choose to swim in that current. With the flow, or against it. I swim for what I want, and

I am selfish ~ because of it.

"My God Bones... What have I done?" ~ I've asked. Too often have I been the cause of pain for others. Too often have I been a whiner. Too often have I been

Captain Bring-Down. ~ I suppose that it's a good thing that I was coaxed... nay, forced into dealing with my demons. But

Expulsion from Eden ~ is the price I had to pay. I had to leave behind all my comforts, all my safe, cozy insecurities that I'd had since...

Since 1927. ~ A long time. Change is inevitable, so they say. Change is painful though, sometimes. Just like the change to N64 from

Super Footballin' Brothers NES. ~ Man, how I loved that console. But I guess it's now fallen into

The Pit of Inconsequence ~ . Such is the fate of all, I suppose. Even musicians. Wow, that's frightening. You'd think that if I were as famous as

Elton John (In Space?) ~ , people would remember me. But so many musicians have lived before me, before him, and they've been forgotten. Their music, their truest of all

True stories ~ Have been lost into the depths of time. Music can never truly be recovered. Man, what a royal

Screwdriver ~ . It's bad enough that I'm insecure about my

Two inch blog ~ , but to have to live with the knowledge that most everything that you contribute to the world will succumb to the

Mucky Ucky Depths ~ of time? It's just not fair. Dammit, I don't want to succumb to the same fate that befell my car's

Gremlin Master Race ~ ... but I will. And I know that it's inevitable.

Fuck you, Nietzsche ~ for confirming all of these horrid thoughts. I'll be honest, sometimes I feel like

THE KAISER ~ in 1918... as though I have no options left to me. Lately though, I've realized something. I don't need to keep fighting it.

Overt Sentimentality ~ isn't a weakness. It's a strength. It's my way. It's my solution. All this time, I've been riding that

Thirty ton train ~ on the track for revenge, for redemption. But that track has brought me into the shadows, so that only

My Corona ~ has been showing. I realize now that I can forge my own path, and not follow a track, a code. I never left the

Casino Paradisio ~ , you know. Maybe it's time...

The Grand Inquisitor ~ has left the building, folks. I'd like to thank the studio audience, my guests, and everyone whose help has made this all possible. From all of us here at

The Real-Late Show... ~

Goodnight. *{