Dienstag, Oktober 17, 2006

Line Rider

I don't walk the line, I ride it. With my too-small, nearly-flat-tired and reasonably rusty old bike. Takes me from climax to climax faster that way. Unless I lack the energy to go uphill from those valleys that come faster and faster, too.

I'm burning myself out, I need to take more care. In the morning I'll be excited and bouncy for another big day, and in the evening I'll collapse and burn from the inside.

Unless I fall off my bike before then, curl up in the ditch and wake up to see the one I need giving me a hug.


Mmmmm, chocolate bisquits :)

Current Music: The Decemberists - The Island / Come and See / The Landlord's Daughter / You'll not Feel the Drowning

random remarks:
3 comments:
1. ARGH! (I shall not yell at you again. one billion times is enough).
2. i love the way you mix the serious with the ridiculous.
3. Listen to Carla Bruni - Quelqu'un m'a dit, beautiful French chanson, I am in love with it.
this is not the hug you need, but i am sending you a big one anyways!
 
don't ask how i found this:
http://www.uwc.org/united_world/united_world_may_2006/colleges/human_rights_forum
I like the fact that you are Nico the second time ;)
 
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