You're lucky you know, sailing alone is sanguine in so many ways.

Yeah, me and you. And darkness of course, that too. We're gonna seal this vault shut, secure the miles, draw an epic sort of circle. You've become a sword. I believe in you.

Oh? Is it me or is it you? I sit here in the miasma of drunken misery, a dark shadow sodden, as the minutes tick and tock towards another dawn. No direction, no purpose. Oblivion is home.
We'll always be here won't we?
Fuck you Mr. Fox. Thank you so very much for the vortex hypnotic, that swallowed the soul and granted me the wild miles of the endless road. Velocity swirling, wheels turning, it's everything now. It is, you know.