This is Just a Test
I haven't been aboard for awhile. The war drums sounded in the distance, and their tattoo roused me from slumber. Along with a nagging feeling that I really do not know what is going on in these United States. There is a very dark river flowing well below my docile dreamriver. It is putrid and occult, and is gradually being exposed, to me anyway. Others have been on to it and I'm horrified at the scale and complexity of the sinister tributary. More so, came the realization the drums have been playing for quite some time.
So buckle up pilgrims, there are big changes on the way.
