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Post by mossytoes on Sept 21, 2004 1:06:48 GMT -5
...under which I rode to work tonight... Sadly, that means I am all bummed out ------ why is it that Mark's music is so sooooooooothing when you are all bummed out? It's part of his special gift, I guess. Anyway, it was indeed a Bubblegum moon in the sky tonight, and Bubblegum is what I listened to whilst I sped below it..............
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Post by mongo on Sept 21, 2004 6:16:39 GMT -5
Gleaming chrome under the pull of a pale summer moon, piercing the crisp night air like a projectile fired from a demons cannon, the street lights are dancing in my periphery, the hum of the road is fierce, the wind is deafening, my senses are alive, my wits on edge, avoiding the perils and pitfalls of pedestrians, flying under the radar of the men in blue, adrenaline coursing, the slightest movement of the right foot awakens the sleeping beast, red lines turn to yellow lines, broken lines to solid lines, yellow lines to white lines, mile markers turn to exit signs, the blinding kaleidoscope of red, distorted and magnified thru my rain soaked windshield hearkens a change of approach, as I am on "their" streets now, I must now conform to the ways of the natives, do as they do, lest we arouse the glistening orbs of fate, clear the slate of memory, replace it with apathy, I breath deeply the damp, dank air, I am now prepared, I swipe my card, magnetic impulses allow my passing, red lights turn to green lights, the locks snap to attention, the glass doors open, another successful check point, another deception, another fraud, another chair, another cup of coffee, keystrokes and signatures, the day has begun…….were’s my fucking banana ?!?!?!.
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Post by mossytoes on Sept 21, 2004 6:27:27 GMT -5
m0ng0 certainly deserves a banana after that lovely poetic description of the commute!!!
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