Quiet On The Home Front

W. Lies dormant, for she is restless but when she rests. I sit asunder from myself--too long of an idea?--but only so that I may finish what is for tomorrow.

It is, indeed, all quiet here. But, I may add, that it is always quiet when I am nose-to-book, for hell itself, is slowly freezing over.

S.B.C.U.

The Ebb and Flow of a group ride where no one thinks themselves fast, but is loathsome of being proven right. It goes, then faster, and the marionette strings are cut and they fall into their machines, finding that going faster is not a product of will and "lowness."

And then the After. Fanciful stories regale the crushed souls, sighs of desperation elate the "winners."

And then the After. Flowed away on a four-five-six shuttle, like they were never here. Their steeds returned to stable and awaiting anew, a new group.

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Random Question: Your hand has been replaced by a rubber stamp. What does it say?

The Operator's Office of Ordinance for the 17th Cavalry Unit of Cyclery, Defendry and Laundry!

Qualitative Analysis of the Simply Minded

Layers of lazy. They cost little or nothing. For one, they are repetitive, for two they are easily subdued with the promise of favour. Favour granted, favour garnered.

Word Demeanor

Dear,

Out of two words typed, one is considered, the other is included. That is how a story goes--hand-over-hand. That is how it was done when there was only one to tell the story and only once to tell it right.

That time "asymptotic" was used. Do you remember? It was graceful, unfulfilling of its own potential, how it approached what I really wanted to say, but only waved a passing hello. Asymptotic.

In that case, the two words considered: photographic, asymptotic. I kept the right one. The left one makes less sense. What sort of story is photographic?


yours

Origins: Bad Puns

[Good] Quality time is the indulgence of one-self for as long as possible with as much as possible.

In the quiet, one may indulge one-self in several ways. One may sway one's foot left and right and about, but only be pondering the next key-stroke. One, if one is indulging one-self, will only sway foot to keep oneself awake, but then so is that the job of that ever-refilled cup of tea. One may also re-arrange the chairs, so that they match the carpet, fur at the hearth. As the moon slowly sinks one may also consider all the stars in the sky, and what they're doing flying at this hour.

As a last resort, if one is indulging one-self, one may also tell one-self bad puns, for they will eventually be realized and someone(else) will retort.

Morgan Hill "Lunch" Ride

The rain falls on us equally, but we are all falling, unequally, forward. As yellow follows green and red follows red, so a snake reigned on the roads of Morgan Hill. As the 7-teen of us streamed out of the doors, we all took shelter within the thought that we were all in the same tub (for it would be a boat if it was on the water, but what do you call it if the water is streaming in?). We also took shelter in our brightly-coloured rain jackets. But they were for a different kind of protection.

What Did The Man Say?

An evening of belly-ache and chair sitting, after a day of head-ache and BG-fitting.
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What did the man say after 18 hours on a Pogo Stick? "It's Broken."

"Those two stories should be told together, Chuck," I said.

(About the man who broke the Pogo Stick in 18 hours and the one where a woman told him to visit her after he completes the RAAM and he rides back to see her)

When does something become impossible? When it hasn't been done yet.

Shred quietly, for you will wake your sleeping roommate with your thoughts of singletrack and your singletrack mind.