Um... Like...... WOW!
YAY!
YAY!
I am imprisoned.
I have stilled the demons inside of me.
I beg for forgiveness, as a sacrament to the future, to life, to you.
I know I must let you free, I must let myself be free, of this prison.
I do not know how. the demons are still
but I can not be free of them.
I have stilled the demons inside of me.
I beg for forgiveness, as a sacrament to the future, to life, to you.
I know I must let you free, I must let myself be free, of this prison.
I do not know how. the demons are still
but I can not be free of them.
stiles:
I work in the motorcycle industry in Manhattan.
atomh8:
Merry Xmas!
Had a accident.
I broke three ribs, lost one of my bikes, not sleeping, hurt all the time. I am very frustrated.
Not asking for help or pity..
I've pissed off the people I care about most, in the process.
I am feeling very humble, vulnerable and lost.
There is a veneer that everyone has that that allows for public interaction,
I feel like it...
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I broke three ribs, lost one of my bikes, not sleeping, hurt all the time. I am very frustrated.
Not asking for help or pity..
I've pissed off the people I care about most, in the process.
I am feeling very humble, vulnerable and lost.
There is a veneer that everyone has that that allows for public interaction,
I feel like it...
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stiles:
Crashing sucks, and crashing a new bike while getting hurt in the process sucks more...
...but you'll heal, the bike can be fixed, and it could have been much worse. I've written five estimates for crashed 1098s so far, one of which had $19,800 in visible damage.
I've always found it helpful to spend some post-crash time with my moto friends in a social setting, which is helpful in avoiding psyching yourself out. Everyone crashes, and more people drop a new bike than you'd think. I see it every week.
...but you'll heal, the bike can be fixed, and it could have been much worse. I've written five estimates for crashed 1098s so far, one of which had $19,800 in visible damage.
I've always found it helpful to spend some post-crash time with my moto friends in a social setting, which is helpful in avoiding psyching yourself out. Everyone crashes, and more people drop a new bike than you'd think. I see it every week.
maddigan:
That's brutal... and one of the reasons I didn't end up waiting for the '08 Ninja.
Crashes happen, and it's really easy to beat yourself up mercilessly, especially because of the bond that we get with our bikes. Don't. You'll get her fixed up, and learn from the mistakes.
Crashes happen, and it's really easy to beat yourself up mercilessly, especially because of the bond that we get with our bikes. Don't. You'll get her fixed up, and learn from the mistakes.
Fourteen thousand dollars, 40 minutes, a trashed helmet, three broken ribs, and ten hours in the ER..... Still priceless.... The Buell 1125R Loki.
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maddigan:
Oh no... what happened with her?
urvile:
She is dead. She is a he by name at least. Loki. The clutch cover is toast.
Apologies to Walt Whitman
Captain my captain
we zigged and zagged;
tacking to and fro;
from subjects light and dark;
with such delight
Oh Captain my Captain
we spent all our waking hours
and more, exploring on
on our vessel is wisps of phosphor,
electrons and light
Oh Captain my Captain
the evening was exploration, of
hearts and minds, keyboards and
lives.
Have we weathered...
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Captain my captain
we zigged and zagged;
tacking to and fro;
from subjects light and dark;
with such delight
Oh Captain my Captain
we spent all our waking hours
and more, exploring on
on our vessel is wisps of phosphor,
electrons and light
Oh Captain my Captain
the evening was exploration, of
hearts and minds, keyboards and
lives.
Have we weathered...
Read More
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urvile:
Well next time I'm in *MONGOLIA*..... heh
lynx:
Geseende Kersfees vir jou ook, dankie.
xxxx
xxxx
Life is good, good, good, not expecting it. but it-tis. going to the glass museum, make'n out in the theater, with no one else there, listening to The white stripes, riding fast on the bike all the time talking and talking and connecting, It's kinda magic, you know?
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hephaestos:
i thought you might be a typical seattle-ite and have a bicycle. but lo and behold you've got an actual motorcycle. did you get out last night? it was quite nearly perfect for riding way too fast. i was scraping my foot-pegs on a few occasions. quite a rush!
urvile:
I did I did, it's rain now, so not as much fun.
Is that a CX500 I spy?
Is that a CX500 I spy?
You wanted it all
You asked me for it:
Like you wanted it.
I knew it, was yours before you asked but I guess you didn't know it.
Giving it
was not so easy as knowing it.
It was under lock and key, like any beast
that is me, and it.
I'm no saint that's not me-
just it.
A picture painted, is not whats...
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You asked me for it:
Like you wanted it.
I knew it, was yours before you asked but I guess you didn't know it.
Giving it
was not so easy as knowing it.
It was under lock and key, like any beast
that is me, and it.
I'm no saint that's not me-
just it.
A picture painted, is not whats...
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vaughannegut:
i like this...
Shark people: Shark people are the perfect consumers, they are usually very smart, but are un-aware of the world around them; if it does not relate to them in some way. Shark people must never stop moving... Shark people's eyes role back, just before they bite you, so they never see any harm they cause. The perfect rationalizers.
Shark people: Shark people are the perfect consumers, they are usually very smart, but are un-aware of the world around them; if it does not relate to them in some way. Shark people must never stop moving... Shark people's eyes role back, just before they bite you, so they never see any harm they cause. The perfect rationalizers.
urvile:
Glad you do, hope you share the sentiment.
Christ you all should just go to bed.
stiles:
1098 with full Termis and a few other things.
Busas are fun but don't turn.
Busas are fun but don't turn.
urvile:
Thats what I thought, you don't hit me as a Busa kind of guy.
these last weeks
You shine with a light I can not see. Reveling the clockwork, that
drives me to strut and fret an hour upon your stage and then be heard no
more
But still: as you pass me I will turn and open my heart to collect your
invisible rays.
And when you smile: you sate my hungry eye,
and burn a blush on...
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electric:
cool poem.
what does it mean?
what does it mean?