Gone are the days of freedom… You will be trac-ed down… The -I- is on you…
I’ve been on my bad motor scooter…
Have you?
BAD MOTOR SCOOTER ~ RIDE RIDE RIDE
On one hand, it’s good to tell the truth. But on the other, it’s just not. The truth often seems so negative. A real buzz kill ~ bad energy.
Who would ever move to Amelia Island, if they first considered the paper mills, the bad smell, the ugly billowing grey chemicals, being forced on the sky. The nebulizer of febreeze spraying it’s acid aerosol. But we don’t know it. We’re unaware. It’s best to not think about it.
And what about our muddy waters. Sales and marketing experts, tell the tale of runoff, from the river and the marshes. It seems to me that if that were true, the water would have been muddy when I was a kid. But it wasn’t. It was blue and clear. You could see your feet under the water. Continue reading Home Sweet Home
A Skater is an anti-hero.
I was born into an Irish Catholic Klan.
A Skater is independent
The weave of the Klan unravels.
A Skater is familiar with pain.
My heart bleeds with laughter.
A skater is part of the street.
A skater is free.
“Freedom is being able to say what’s in your head.”