Morning Trek

6am. Short Drive.
Walk, Stretch.
Hit the hill.
Bowie on the headphones, drowning out the tinnitus.
Walking, straining, pulling up the slope.
Resting, gasping, sip some liquid.
The crunching of rock under my feet only audible between songs.
Hit the top. Sit at the top.

Rest. Descend.
Buckley on the headphones.
Sweat dripping, drowning out the songs.
Knees shaky, Aches building.
Lean for support.
Slow down.
Blinding shots of pain and weakness.
Lean on the car.
Sit down, drive back.

Bloggeroni

Yeah, I'm a slacker.

But I'm posting here now, so HA! This is sure to be pretty random.

What kind of person expects respect when he dies, when in life he was a strange deplorable person?
The King of Pop of course.

If a person has 'friends' that are such good 'friends' that they won't show up to a party if he/she is there, are they 'friends' at all?

How many licks does it take to get to the center?

Are We Ourselves?

Is there anything wrong with a grown (ha) adult self-identifying with a species of wild animal more than a homosapien?

Who are you? Ooh ooh, ooh ooh

Opening Night

Wow, my head is spinning.



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