Ah Mamma can this really be the end.....

There comes a time when you just have to stop.  You tell yourself that it's just for a little while and after a time you will be back on the road where there are no lies, only truth sometimes brutal and ugly sometimes beautiful and wonderful and you are one with it all in that cosmic flow. Then one day it's. "Go ahead stick a fork in my ass, fuck it, I'm done." This may be the roughest winter since my rookie years and I'd sell my soul to be right there in it, riding the big snows and the sub-zero lows. fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

So there I was...

And here I am now and there's a thought in my head something about being a bike messenger and just what that all means, the thought is so profound and so true but the words fail me and when I read this in the hangover future I might remember that thought and I just might find those words so true and so profound to say what I need to say, one bike messenger to another. Yeah, I know it's a Beatles number but when they do it I just don't buy it. Now Cocker....you know, we can talk about our personal shit, one bike messenger to another, it may be different shit but we have that same background noise in our heads, that thing that well....you know?.

She was...

Classic and ahead of her time.
She was so cool she could freeze an ocean
with just a glance.
She was at the same time so hot that
she could bring that same ocean
to a boil
with a different glance.
Someday she'll come back to us
back from the land of stupid..
Until then I remember you and what you were
and what you can be
and now heres a cute little video from the seventies...

That's how we roll. Alaska

I think that means something

I just might quit this messenger thing

But I'm okay with that because if you keep going like this you get  a little bit (no disrespect intended, my messenger family but you know what I mean) like that, and I'm close so close I can taste it, call me Rorschach.

Let's have a tea party where we ocupy some streets

If every one who's kind of pissed off about how things are going got together and talked like grown-ups, then maybe we could skip past all the bullshit figure out the real reasons we're all pissed off and call me silly but maybe fix them and go explore space. Now here's an eighties song with almost cheerful overtones.

Yeah do me like that youtube,

To 10-9 day two days late and a doller short

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