And goodnight to all you Oasies™, may you all prosper in the post-Oasis world.

Signing off for the very last time,

- Lone Wolf

It's been four years, and what a four years they've been. I want you all to know I'm glad to have befriended some of you and at least made your aquaintence if only just here in HTML. We've all shared our lives here and we've changed over time. This site has undoubtably saved many and helped just as much.

So here we go again, "this one time in South Town". I think it was a week ago at this point, I was playing in the "studio" and working on new material. It was going pretty good, but nothing mind blowing. Then... "JUST LEAVE!", I stop playing and I'm like "right when I'm playing guitar there's a damn street fight".

Put a Little Love Away

So there I was, alone in the same stretch of road from a previous dream many months ago. I'm walking a road in what appears to be a rural area but not devoid of any signs of life, 1 - 2 cars drive by, I see no faces. I'm continually walking a lone road into a neighborhood that seems to appear subtly, I continue walking.

This morning was pretty busy with a few deadlines and quizzes to do, but I got each one done in record time. One of my friends, phoned me up and we both decided to meet up. It was particularly cold, ok, well it was in the high 50's but it warranted a bit of warm clothing so I dug through my closet to put together a nice outfit.

The winds are picking up again with a recent front. Leaves are falling from the trees ealier this year. I must admit I'm quite pleased, aside from my studies and other pursuits it's nice to observe the changing scenery as always. It is so profound even though it happens every year, it never ceases to amaze me.

I love to listen to early music. It's amazing to me, music borrows from many places and many genres. Many genres probably existed and disappeared before even being recorded possibly. I don't know why but some genres such as lute music holds a special place in my heart, as does the lyre. What I see in such old music others don't.

Even though Fall came in yesterday, it had been feeling like Fall for about a week before the fact. The cool breezes are refreshing, and I almost missed the humid tropical weather for a second or two. My banana plants will have to wait to produce their fruit, unless they actually decide to flower close to winter like last time, that's pretty odd if you ask me.

It's already been a year since the time of long lasting genuine happyness and prosperity I enjoyed. I still hold onto my relationships and family even through the storms, we're all stronger for that in the end even if we don't see it at first. Things are continuing to change, I don't know how many times I mention change but it's something I need to live with.

value

I've been disappointed all day after looking forward to it for a month. Thanks again, I really loved feeling detached from another chance to join such a wonderful social gathering of people whom I can relate to, thanks. I really love this feeling, it's been awhile since genuine disappointment has paid me a visit.

I've had a set of emotions that run through me like mustangs in my current age. The many nights of thought which lulled me to sleep. How I came to the point in which romantic love became something important to myself, that may never have an answer. It's given me many thoughts and analysis on the matter.

This was some years ago and my mem may be fuzzy, after it did wake up half of the neighborhood presumably. I woke up around 02:00 or 03:00 to the sound of people yelling about something. I was angered because my slumber had been disturbed but I was also very sluggish so I did nothing. So then there was shouting, a bunch of people shouting "no!".

A few days ago I had to turn in some papers for my college stuff and I was really annoyed by that. Walking back home I noticed a huge caterpillar on a fence and proceeded to put it on my briefcase and take it home to see if I could take care of it.