scrambled up.

whereabouts.
that's some sh!t.
the rough location at any given time of your own being.
i'm all about those wheres, too.
the who, what, when, and why i'm still on the fence regarding....
but the wheres, ya'll?
the whereabouts,
the ins and outs;
that's the deep doo-doo.
and when i hear about some whereabouts hereabouts,
i get extra excited.
wait, what?
we're here, ya'll.
deep in the heart of the goodness.
a little less woodsly then our prior whereabouts,
but still some epic northern new englandy hottness.
where are all ya'll at?
we could sure use some helping hands.
where we're from,
helpin' out all Folk Lively and that is where it's at.
or at least thereabouts.
long nights and hard times,
and even harder floors, mutha-uckas.
they make for some disjointed jawns,
don't they?

i think it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft....