I have been struggling with the world around as I perceive
it. Mostly disturbing because I am
part of it and most harsh on myself I can feel. It is my attachment to my
phone, My bad driving, My frustrations with people I must interact with. Like
the pissed off check out manager who cant swipe my card either. I am America.
Check it out on instagram. A
picture of pecker head perfection.
Piss on your neighbor. All
my friends are made up. But my old truck has loud ass fucking pipes. I smoke
weed all day playing Super Mario bros NES and am drinking beer for lunch. Don’t
bust my balls at the stop light bitch. I’m working a real honest 9-5. Keep your chicken picken fingers off my
bread dough. I get up and make an honest effort every day to find meditating
moto jesus farting on my yoga mat.
I am my own 18 year olds laughing bald spot of a douche bag biker. Cash
register clinking polo shirt petrol pimp. Two wheels of glory spent my life
writing this story. From a bmx back ally barspin to hired moto ninja racer. The
real freedumb I have found is profound. Double bound. Or else I would be in the
pound. I am going to take this exit and abscond.
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