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Friday, 30 January 2009 10:51 |
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The temperate zone in winter. Enjoying the sounds of creaky bones, squeaky chains, and crunchy snow under tire.
The most perfect bike in America
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Sunday, 18 January 2009 02:46 |
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Sad, Sad, Sad. Mad, Mad, Mad. Been Had. Been Had. Gonna bury my heart in the dirt, bury my head in a book, bury my body in a nook. Some where, out there, down by the river, down by the lake, stay awake, and watch the trail, focus on the trail. Start, once again, to worship the miles, instead of anything else. Watch the hours twist. Putthe grips in my fist. I suddenly have time to kill and mental space to fill. The world is a fucker. |
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