The human mind is a fucked up thing...left brain,right brain or just brain dead..Simple things like making a phone call erode someplace in the big empty hollow between the ears..Wants and needs are replaced by twisted thoughts. ..right and wrong become none exsistant..Personal pain outweighs what really matters...Lost is an understatement. ..
The thought of losing the ability to ride overcame the ability to care,share and enjoy the feeling of the one who truely cares..Walk away...park life in your personal cave. .Dwell, self inflicted suffering..not a cure but a warped insight, selfish but undeniable until the small impulse of alone sets in...a phone call,a simple cure with a voice on the other end of the line...a lost smile returns. .a smooth painless heartbeat resumes. ..Life moves on...Happiness returns reaching new heights. ...thanks Sunshine. ..Rat's alive again...
The thought of losing the ability to ride overcame the ability to care,share and enjoy the feeling of the one who truely cares..Walk away...park life in your personal cave. .Dwell, self inflicted suffering..not a cure but a warped insight, selfish but undeniable until the small impulse of alone sets in...a phone call,a simple cure with a voice on the other end of the line...a lost smile returns. .a smooth painless heartbeat resumes. ..Life moves on...Happiness returns reaching new heights. ...thanks Sunshine. ..Rat's alive again...
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Now that you've dealt with your boner, err your lapse of rational thought... the smiles..laughter and love are right where they have always been...your passion for life and the stories you share touch so many, you know I read and reread often you make me laugh and sometimes cry, you have a gift, when you tell a story I feel as if I am right there beside you..going through the emotions.. seeing the sights and yes even smelling the smells..I'm so proud that you have chosen to share it with all of us. Thank you for kick starting the heart! See ya in Vegas...... My Everything! siempre el amor
Now by definition it may have been a wanker not a boner..but either way every second of the laughs it has finally propagated made knock on wood..not woody...that would be so close to spanking a monkey and spanking monkey's makes for a hard one to forget. Sort of like a Richard not a Dick...but if you look back in history very few Richards want to be dicks...I'm pretty certain the whole idea hangs close a couple of nuts...now understanding most will misinterpreted this as a conversation based on nothing more than what it wasn't I hope this helps add to the confusion...
Wanker..I was going to disagree with you then after further thought, must say it very well could of been..taken in hand, the stroking of the digit and the determination to reach the end result.. and how many Woodrow's would you think want to be known as Woody's.. and thanks for clarifying no confusion here..
I don't know why but all of this reminds me of growing up on the ranch...One day I'm out in the yard and the girl from next door came over...She asked me if I would show her my one eyed cock..I said sure let me go in here and pull him out..He was a true fighting cock...no fear..go after anything with a heartbeat. .So I carefully reached in and pulled him out...he was protecting he eggs and didn't like being pulled away...So I grabbed him and yanked him..stroked him a couple of times to calm him down then turned around and shook him at the neighbor girl...one look and she took of running...I know he was a big cock...sorta ugly but damn...that is what roster's are..poor old one eyed cock....
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