There comes a time when we must turn our shoulders on the past and look boldly towards the future with eyes shining. We must abandon the tattered remnants of our personal histories and forge a newer, fresher self. I am speaking, of course, about this website. It has certainly yielded some fine memories. Who could forget the update that broke the news about Iron Chrysalis and Jena Bush? Who could forget the webcast in which Butterfly Emerging cried like a baby because his guitar string broke? No one, unless that person had their memory fucked with magically, Harry Potter-styles. But still. It must be done. The dog must be shot. The horse's legs must be broken. The rusty bicycle must be stuffed, piece by piece, into the the food processor and whipped into a delicious memory. This website must be abandoned. For the fools and bandwagon-jumpers who have only now just peeped this action, you missed the golden days. But that doesn't mean that there aren't platinum, or even boxite days ahead. They can be found at the new Department of Eagles (formerly known as Whitey on the Moon UK) website: www.departmentofeagles.com (link to your left). For those of you that were there to see it all, we here at the offices offer these words of consolation: super-gyro beatbox covered in a thick honeyglaze. Goodnight.
