A sigep afternoon

~ I write with your life and my own ~

That's right baby

And don't you forget it either

~ I write with your life and my own ~

More fire pics

~ I write with your life and my own ~

Exlposion in downtown normal

I didn't hear any fiddles, though

~ I write with your life and my own ~

Up wid da sun

Extreme porch sitting again. Its finally warm. The last two weeks
flirted with unbearable cold. It snowed a few times. I've decided the
sun is nice. Good thing I'm moving to the sun cities. On the road in
eleven days. Do not think ill be going to nebraska. Chicago, maybe. It
is tempting to see my home city one last time. Will need to sacrifice a
few days and about two hundred miles. Worth it to go home again? Quite
possibly. I crave giordanos and a proper hot dog. Must first see if adam
is not dancing in the desert. I'm slightly annoyed that uncle sam sends
him out when I finally have a chance to visit. That's reality in a war
time. I think he has one more year left. They don't extend mechanic
service times, do they? The revolution starts in a grease monkey's paws.
Wrench the axis of justice. Pack the white house. Get the wheels
rolling. Don't forget the locktite.

Some time this week I will replace the front sprocket on my bike. Went
down a tooth. All wonderful and torquey. Not good for the long game.
Chain wear. Bike wear. Ill go up a tooth and then drop again when I get
to phoenix. Wrenching in the sun. I'm just happy my radiator problems
are fixed. Can ride in the heat without combusting spontaneously. Just
ordered riding pants. Cost me a c note. Expensive, but armour on my legs
will make myself and the parents happy on the ride. If I slide, I have
leg protection.

Happiness is women in short, lettered shorts. A chance to ogle. Whadda
lookin at? Nuttin just reading your letters. Right. Not my fault they
sashay and move like so keep walking honey the road moves to your
groove.

The dandelions have cottoned. Fields of little white tips dot green.
Occasionally a feathery resistance and off it goes. Kinda like me, just
less resistance. Wonder if they know to where they go. I know I think.
To there and not back again. A jons tale. Will I miss dandelions? Will I
miss green? Plenty of green at the rich folks place. Waste of water.
Little putting places for little penises. Penii? Grammar hurts some
times.

My graduation gown came the other day. Sat down for a shit and there it
was. Got off and chased the truck down the block. 30 degrees. Barefoot
and half naked. Story of four years.

The frat flocks.
~ I write with your life and my own ~