the end of a bike ride

I scribbled this on a receipt in an attempt to shake off the rust...
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I turn left.
They turn right.
"Goodbye!", I yell. "Goodbye!" (again, since there's no reaction)
we've split off. A block down they realize i'm no longer there and i flash a peace sign just as a building blocks the view for good.
i must get back to the alamo. which way now? left? sure. no. left is my default but it is apparently not the right way. turn around; there's still time. hmm, i didn't have to go to the alamo after all. there's my car over there...

take me home, [city] roads...take me home...

last published on Feb 20, 2009

it's been a long time since we rock-n-rolled
it's been a long time since i wrote from my soul
i've been broken and super glued and cracked again...for the most part things have not gone well. there are blips of happy here and there, but i'm guessing that will fall apart soon. it always does, and besides, my thoughts tend to just cause a bit of a traffic jam and in the end i stay silent. do you know? by now i have no doubt on this end. and yet still there's that staying silent part. i should be yelling it, or saying it. its just too easy to stay quiet though.

anyway, squeak squeak. my blog skillz are rusty. if it really matters to you, you can check the feed on the side to see what's going on. you'll have to piece some things together though.

g'nite.