Saving something.
It's not use - that guitar string just isn't long enough. We could tie two or three of them together. Or maybe a banjo string.... they're kind of stretchy, aren't they? Yeah, it's us again. Big Green, standing at the rim of another hole to the center of the Earth. Damn, this gets tiresome sometimes. We're not complicated people, you know... aside from that psychology thing. All we want to do is hang out at our abandoned hammer mill, make a little music, watch the stars from the rooftops, bend pretzels on alternate Thursdays, and shoot arrows through the persistent space/time warp in the washroom that Mitch created so many months ago. It's the simple things that give the most pleasure, is it not? (No, really... I want to know. It is the simple things, isn't it?) And yet we are perpetually faced with these complications, these Gordian knots, these Rubic Cubes, these Junior Jumbles, these Uncle Art's Funland spot-the-differences cartoons, these... Okay...