I was never sure what that meant, I wrote it a long time ago and think about it frequently as I pedal another solo mile. The wind and the din only add noise, the iPod (yeah I'm one them) doesn't do much to cut the sound in my head, it seems like there is more noise and thought and shit coming out than going in. The constant barrage of thoughts and pictures and ideas is the whale to the plankton that is incoming stimuli.
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Quit your bullshit and get over to Eagle on Saturday, and bring your bros. Cheek is coming, don't let him one up your arse.
El
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