The name is Sol, Sol,
Brother Sol's Travelin' Migration Show

Pack up the babies
Grab the old ladies
Everyone goes
Everyone knows
Brother Sol's show...




And so it is, ladies and gentlemen. The time has finally come for me to go. Yonder fields beckon, and...this name has finally been outgrown. I'm to leave it behind, and start anew elsewhere.

I wanted to wait until something more momentous/significant had been accomplished with this account, but...that doesn't look like it's happening soon. To be less oblique, I was going to submit something else here, and have another written project wide awake and ready to read at Account Le Neu, so you wouldn't have to come to an empty page.

But, the thing is...I've been waiting, wanting, to do this for a while. Considering my blocked-up head and other miscellaneous emotional thingmajigs, I decided it was best for me to finally stop putting it off. I figure that once I set up shop in my long-awaited location, a great deal of mental tension will disappear. Plus, the day'll come -- for certain -- when you guys'll have something else of mine to read. I'm not going to stop writing.

Figured there was more to say, but...for now, at least, I guess this'll do. See you at my new home.


Love and Peace.


Sol Man.



(New Account: )

EDIT: My apologies sincere for the scare, guys. The title was, as Simon Gruber once said, "a poor attempt at humor."