Broken glass tastes like honey and barbed wire feels like silk these days.
There are no woods like the home woods and there are no other woods like ours.
Forgive me this moment of optimism, this suspension of hostilities. My inner thug, protector and enforcer, seems to have taken some time off. Riding out at Munson two days in a row after fresh rain I just can't find anything to complain about. I can perceive no injustice to motivate myself.
Turning the pedals is both means and end.
-Juancho
6 comments:
Let the good times roll! and love the one you're with! and...well, just don't eat the yellow honey.
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Saddle up magnum. I'm running short on partners. Time to deploy the robot army.
Wrecking Ball! I'm surprised at you. I am forwarding that to your wife immediately.
For a blog entry that started out all honey it sure ended up with a surge of testosterone. Guys! Geez! ;)
Sorry WB I was saving you for the weekend.
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