Life... an inexcusable rump...

Current mood: amused

The interesting thing, now that most of the shit has been difused, this, mostly because 80 percent of the garbage has been removed, is, well is... I'm an idiot who is going to have to learn all this silly stuff over again.

I didn't learn it after Darcy, whilst in my mere twenties... basically resulting in two years where I essentially saved up enough, you know, jizz to shampoo a small brown bear... After Michele, well I learned it way too quickly, somewhat misspent it, and then basically ended up with... oh, that's just nasty...

Anyhow, recently I remembered, you gotta listen... fool... FOoL you gotta listen... But ya know what... AND I will come back to this...

At this point, I am rip roarin' ready to just say what the hell. A cardboard box on the mud ensconced banks of some god foresakeng mountain side near Panacachelle, in Guatamala aint that big a bad a resting point... AND maybe, just maybe, IF I don't relearn it... a monastic, hermit like life probably aint that bad either... well, OK, yes it would be bad, and I am rationalizing...

G, you will relearn... bikes only have but two wheels...

Feet on the pedals, pump, spin and sweat... pure glistening sweat [if that is actually how you spell sweat]

xo :-)