Jul 2013
Deep fried asphalt crawls beneath my wheels as I pedal on, pursued by buzzing flies
and salty drops of sunscreen sweat sting my squinting eyes.
Caffeine coursing through my corporal chassis fuels my weary legs
and mutes the screaming mind that wants the same respite for which my human vessel begs.
Be the road before me treacherous, the hills before me steep,
God heals my aching body every night with fitful sleep.
and salty drops of sunscreen sweat sting my squinting eyes.
Caffeine coursing through my corporal chassis fuels my weary legs
and mutes the screaming mind that wants the same respite for which my human vessel begs.
Be the road before me treacherous, the hills before me steep,
God heals my aching body every night with fitful sleep.
I just took a few weeks with my bike, touring Wisconsin and the U.P. with some of my buddies... Now I'm back with hilarious tan lines and mental grit. Hi.
--Ace
--Ace
(19/M/Minnesota)
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