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Feeling caged all of a sudden, need to get out. Tired of playing down, ready to break free. Should do some dead-lifts, but that would lead back to this place. Need some space; another place. Need to drive a hundred miles before I'm done. Anyplace but here, compass reeling, spinning round, sun is setting on this town. Was going North I was bound, but running away I won't be found. Then what the hey, taking splay, heading South, yeah, then East. Maybe to the ocean I think I'll ride. That's it then, a hundred miles to the South, then East to the morning tide. I'm gone... before the going gets me! To the ocean then will I subside...
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Took flight into the night southbound as the sit set wets. Needed some road beneath my feet; demons I had to beat. One hundred and ninety miles I was found at the Atlantic ocean's immutable sound. The surf from bygone eras met the lust for living it was met. Ocean City Maryland is where I again set foot, bygone years and memories cast through the inklings of time. Four seasons here I sat a chair, high above the surf, four seasons my skin so fair my skin was washed with sunlight gleaming. I return to the lair. -
... as the sun set west ...Comment
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Once again I am cast into the distance.Comment
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Can't you see, can't you see, what that woman, been doing to me.
Where's that mountain? I'm ready to jump off!Comment
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This thread reminds me of the time when I took a stripper to the laundry Matt out of kindness. People stared more at me than her as I sat there, with her in the middle of this joint trying to untangle thongs, panties, garters, and all kinds of freaky things after taking them out of the dryer. Fluorescent things. Leopard print things. Black lace things. All laid out as if the place wasn't public and full of people. Why is this man here? Why they ask? Well there can only be one reason. And it might now be what you think. Then Again it could be.Comment
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This thread reminds me of a family of racoons I ran over.Comment
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You guys are the coup-de-grace!Comment
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I just don't understand why you make your pain and weakness your centerpiece. Every post you make has to do with suffering emotional pain. You are searching for sympathy. Friends can offer sympathy for a suffering friend but if the friend is suffering 24/7/365 for years then WTF. Suffering is suppose to motivate us to seek a solution to our problems. Searching for sympathy is part of the process but to become addicted to sympathy, fail to move forward, and continue to decry your endless pain is not productive. So what happens is your friends try to make light of your continued stagnation or make subtle or not so subtle jokes to give you a hint.. to fucking man up and solve your problems and stop your whining while you do so.
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^ this...
But now this thread definitely reminds me of the time I ended in Somerset KY on a detour around a big wreck on I 75 in the middle of the night. I found the panties still lodged in a rotten hollow tree but I didn't take a pic.Comment
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The past fades into irrelevance through the passage of the fleetingness of many tomorrows, leaving us only with the conundrum of today's possibilities. And somewhere a butterfly lands sending the ripples of times tide washing away even the hope of now. I am, not.Comment
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I am not in painComment
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