Bring on spring.

Things look good around her the boys are in the parking lot still drinking beer…

I need a dollar… dollar….dollar is what i need….

Flight or fight…. gypsies run amuck and i long to join them….

Loves come gone burned hurt, flexed, retracted, brightened then faded into an eternal dust that is only a distant memory, although a God would look down upon my actions in shame disappointment and thoughts for others futures and how I can move on from something that completely disgusts me. . . .

Rattling brakes, rolling wheels followed by huffs and puffs, rapidly increasing heart beat, and utterly pissed off… but at the same time completely free of worries, doubts, and a care. . .

Now to pedal home . . .

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