7/05/2011
After Firecracker
I love the crisp fatigue lingering in my legs right now, a hard earned discomfort that is forever mine. I can't take my head out of the good, the bad from yesterday isn't lingering the way it usually does. I went to the place and stayed there, largely in comfort, not knowing what the legs and body could do I just rode the bike and let the sticks fall. The rocks were kind, the shoes now smell like too many late night bar urinals. Easing into recovery is not an option, it all goes back up the tree for Saturday.
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"It's as if our heads were of fire, the way
We apply ourselves to the perfection of That.
The future but a twinkle, beat yourself,
Persist: the greatest effort's not enough,"
Kando (1825-1904)
quit pissing in your shoes Tim.
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