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Monday, November 23, 2009

Here is to you Spindler. You will be missed.

Its with an aching heart that I begin this long overdue ramble about my beloved, Spindler. I have written about her in previous posts and as unfortunate as it sounds this shall be my last farewell to a beast that not only served as my penis extension on the road but also a release mechanism for all of my emotions for the past couple of years. Will another come?

My Spindler, how I will always love you. My friend, my lover, my one. A perfect fit you and I were, a combination that had rarely graced the pavement stone. A naive young man saddled on his perfect black dragon. Always sitting still while the world whipped by at perfect speeds.

She rode with such ferocity that I often wondered how such a beautiful machine had the audacity to grace my life. So many fine tuned beats throbbed through her metallic heart that with every dip and turn my Hallelujah's screamed stronger within the chamber of our dualistic synchronicities. Every time we flashed past, I saw tongues dribbling spit at our machiavellian madness. Nothing was lost and nothing gained while our gleaming black bodies becoming figments of others thoughts long lost.

I will miss you. Forever.

And so a gear clicked, a wrist turned and a man wept.


Tuesday, November 17, 2009


We are the light that travels into space.

Bob Villa - The Trials.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

I want an art tablet.

So I can draw lots of pretty pictures.
Sketches and paintings, oh what a nice thing that would be.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

I think I might have to winterize my motorcycle.

Its a sad sad day when I have to say goodbye to this beauty. I had an amazing ride with you a few days ago. Oh how we roared down the road, you gurgling your orgasmic cry while I grinned my toothy delight. Even in this frigid cold we somehow managed to lay down some tread in this town. Or slightly out of. Whatever :)

Damnit. Damn it all.
You will be missed.

*sad face in this shit.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

I am writing alot today.

There remains no honor in bearing responsibility that others create through many illusions.

-Bob Villa. The Trials.

Craigslist rants section is pretty fucking cool.

I think I might post there more often.

If you were a science experiment.

Would people consider your life in accordance to this experiment?
Would they willing fuck you over for their own pleasure?

It would really really suck to be a science experiment.

A love delusion shattered.

Ms. P, here is a letter to you:

Floating in space, running your race.
The finish line it approaches for you Ms. P:

The end,
it resides underneath your feet.
Bring down the rains, shatter the rooftops.

Begin your march again on a new road.
Cause your end Ms. P,
is here.

What happens before the days we die die die?

Do we try to fashion all of our experiences into one forgetful blimp? Or do we compress everything into one blissful moment of utter purity? Do we forget our life and attempt to rename our slate for that next moment of nothing? Are we all striving for peace in this infinitesimally small moment or are we satisfied with resignation?

Is that what our final evolution is? Nothing for something? Or everything for nothing?

Either way, its change. Boat loads of change.

How do we even give any semblance to the life that precedes it if everything collapses into the end. Atheist, god fearing...nihilism at its finest. Oh Sisyphus, where are thou? :)

Anywhich way I look at it though its always peace and love. Always always fucking love.


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