Monday, July 18, 2005

bicycle.

thou art a coward and a thief. thou art the end of liberty and the beginning of justice. thou art the blood on my blade, the fire in my heart, and the momentum in the tide that shall soon engulf and destroy you. tread softly, tread carefully, lest our paths cross again and as my friend, i am compelled to let us tarry with my greatest love... and the weight of her scales shall find you crushed.

oh by the way... i think my bike got stolen. and it was one of the rare times i locked it too... perhaps i shouldnt have... i want to put a sign in front of my house that says the crap i just wrote up there... what do you think? bad idea?

2 Comments