Look at that girl. Look at her! She will never be mine. But why not? That's just the way it is. Move on. Where's my frikkin' keys? Oh. There. Okay, let's go. The sky. Beautiful today. Wish I could float up and... Nah. Silly. Get to work. Earn a frikkin' livin'. That's what you do. Buy that new laced doily. Another meaningless bauble. Impress your friends. Something's gotta be real. What's real. My ride. Yeah. Drop another sick pit. Into the abyss. Rock chutes kick ass. Focus. Read the line. Keep rubber on dirt. No over-the-bars. Frikkin' hurts! But when you pull it off... just tap into the flood. Overflowing joy. King of the fuckin' world! Just try to pull me down... Stop light. No one even around! Should just... Fuck it. Obey the rules. Chaos. Anarchy. If we don't. But gotta bend 'em sometimes. Yeah, just a little. Just to stay... sane. Miles and miles of singletrack. Most of it closed. But it's there. Waiting. For my escape. Back to the source. Keeps it real. Without it... Fuck! Don't even wanna go there. Another day. Another work day. Crank out some more code. Get that fat check. Doesn't matter anyway. Couple years, no one will use this program. Newer. Better. This one -- won't have the right colors. On the screen or some fuck. Who gives a shit? Do enough, just enough, then they ram it into production. Watch it run. Then go obsolete. Yesterdays news. Nothing's permanent. Except... Yeah. That'll be there. Always be there. My secret singletrack. Just me and some trees. A few sage brush. Some cactus. Just to keep me honest. Hold that line. Don't fuck up. Pull it off. Top of the world. Top of the fuckin' world. ******************************************************* A couple pictures to help you visualize the words... <p><br><IMG SRC="http://www.mtbr.com/passion/pictures/MA05.jpg"><br <p><br><IMG SRC="http://www.mtbreview.com/passion/pictures/AW-5Oaks-2.jpg"><br>
Reason for writing:
It's not quite poetry, but...
Now you understand the e-mail name I go by.
Birth sign: Aries
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