I was in California twice in the last week: Once for business; once for love. Both left me shaken. At a friend's memorial Saturday I remembered laughs and held onto forgotten ideas.
What was perhaps most interesting to me was that people have opinions on how I live my life. What I should have done, how I am in life.
Thank you man for letting me know. Next time I need some shoulding I will be sure to hit you up.
The next time I don't put the effort in or just turn and burn or shake shake shake the dust I will be sure to get the fuck up and apologise to you for having a cunt and giving more of a fuck about me than you.
In other news I rode well over a thousand miles this week, called man a sissy, saw friends and lovers, booked my very own hotel room, and registered for classes. Again, thank you for letting me know how i should live my life, but there is one person outside of me who's views I take with salt and you dude are not him.
If I haven't seen you yet, I am looking north and hope the road is smooth.
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This is what I say to the homeless man in my mind, next time you feel the need to compliment my fierce sexual spiritual energy
I will remark on the infernal waft of stank that rolls off of you, your meagre possession of stature, and my remarkable sportsmanship for choosing not to press the heal of my boot against the carpels of his hands.
Because, I draw in on my Gasper, I am a lady of anointment.
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Instead I say nothing for the last time
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Heading north on CA 128 out of Calistoga, two men in sneakers riding harleys overtook me at a stop. I saw them later at the memorial and one of them introduced himself and let me know that we'd ridden together. You see I scarved passed the both of them on the straightaway. I had intimidated his bro.
He was riding like a sissy, I said before entering the saloon.
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