Life On Two Wheels

Along the river and toward the mountains a morning shadow shimmers across the road. The rays of the first light jet through the trees and across a figure gliding upon the road. His breath trails in short spurts, petrified as it hits the icy air. All is quiet except the slight sound of the athlete as he summons himself for yet another days work. Soon the rest of the world will bustle with life as well and the brief simplicity of cyclist and nature will disappear into the everyday struggle of life in full motion; the errands and intervals, the appointments and intersections, and the deadlines and finish lines OutPaceTheRace

Saturday, October 04, 2008

chop... chop... chop

It's not the way they walk or the way they talk. It's not the way they do it like that. It's how they are. And it's they who suffer.
They can only act for... And the truth will break when the lie extends. Humanity, as in all walks of life, includes the basic instincts of the savage, and is ruthless in their application. Drop the lie, face the truth and be flippant when the time is right. Now is not the moment.

posted by Tom Peterson @ 2:44 AM