Nights are long, days are longer. This deep feeling and sense of BOREDOM falls like .. rose petals or something.
Like, uhhhhh.. on a lake, made out of sadness and ... DARKNESS, and sour apple o's, oh yes sour apple O's.
Don't get me wrong, I love those sour rings of heaven, I just don't like lakes.

After a good bicycle ride, or an even better motorcycle ride, I often ponder onto my destiny.
Will I be a famed garbage truck driver, or an unknown singer in an alleyway,
holding a sign that says "Will sing for food".
I know that if I strived forward I could possibly achieve these amazing feats.


My goals currently, get a stage two carburetor jet kit for my bike, AND a new airfilter.
And hydroseed my car so it grows grass all over it, yeaaaaaaaah!

Every day I'm stuck whenever I try to record a song, Its torture not being able to have that motivation.
Now I got to go have fun with my amazing current job: Sign Waver. Formally Lord of sign wind.