Tomorrow is today is yesterday was the day before

Or something here after.. in where I don't really know what time of the day it is, or exactly what day it is. It's June 27th to be exact, and today I fly home to Portland. Let's think about all of this shall we?

Sideways the world turns, and on its back is a kick me sign. We're all taking turns kicking this planet in the rear, with every intention on making it hurt worse and worse each time. But, and I do mean butt.. The climate in one section of the region has become more pleasant as of lately. That climate, being my mind.

Traveling will take you places you've never been before, to thoughts you've never dreamed of thinking, and conclusions you always knew were there, but never had the time to conclude them. Why am I talkin about you? It's me I'm really talking about. We're all talking about ourselves.. but for one instant in this year, 2006, I've felt a gratifying sense of accomplishment with my meaningful little existence up to this point in my life.

The sun is still rising, still falling, still orbiting around larger galaxies, and our earth follows suit so kindly and reluctantly. But for a split second, I swam upstream.. That's about all one has to do (once in awhile) to remember that at any moment in time, destinies can be written, decisions and conclusions made at the snap of a finger, entire lives altered and combined all at once.

The swim upstream is a long battle we all hold deep down in our hearts. The feeling of sticking it to the man, doing something so outrageous that it takes your life from normal to exciting. The feeling of playing music, pouring your heart out in the form of clanging instruments, to a modest crowd of 5 people.

It feels great.

Good night.