The End.

On the advice of my lawyer (and my wife!), I am shutting this thing down. (Apparently, a jury may not actually like stories about pube shaving or girls who don’t know how to properly poop.)

In honor of this occasion, I have written a little song:

This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end.

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land

This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end

But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end

Of, if you don’t fancy that one, I have composed a second, more simple song:

Oh yeah, all right
Are you going to be in my dreams
Tonight?

And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love
You make

There’ll be a drum solo and guitar solo in between the verses, in the final version, I mean.

So there you have it. You’ve been very good to me. Thanks for reading. You Rock (with a capital ‘R’ - because that is how you roll. (Get it? "roll" - like rock n. roll. Get it? Get it?)).