Guys like girls to be more direct. Girls dont like to be very direct. Guys will be direct even when they dont know what the hell they are talking about.

Riding across the I-205 Columbia River bridge from Washington into Oregon is a badass ride. You get about a mile of gradual downhill in which to really unload. When your eyes are watering maxing out at around 37mph, fast for any bike but really kicki for a mountain bike, may notice that the eye that the little bug smashed into at about 30mph is watering a lot more than the other one. When the bug smashes into your eye because you forgot riding glasses you instantly know he’s gotten well under your eyelid. No 30mph collision in the eyeball is going to be wiped out with a finger. The bastard got in there. Going too fast to stop, its still downhill. Shift up? just coast? Speed is gnar at this point. OK its going uphill again. darn.

It was around three O’clock in the afternoon on a nice sunny day in the city. I was at my house, playing an XBOX video game system. I was trying to understand a science fiction game called Half Life. This simulator allows me to shoot guns, blow up grenades and even harm virtual civilians while still remaining a model citizen. I was half-bored, just sitting on my couch. It was a normal day like any other until I heard a knock at the front door. I looked at my older sister.

“I’ll get it,” I said to her.

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If we are held in by the Sun’s enormous gravity, are we not slowly spiraling toward it in a progression not wanted to be seen by astronomers? There is no real point of reference for our orbit, except maybe the seasons. Weren’t the seasons late this year? There are still leaves on some trees. Perhaps an unknown force, then, pulls us away from the sun in the inexplicably exact same gravitational constant

I have lived in urban lands and got my BIKE LIGHT STOLEN. Oh No! Right? Except it was a million times. I usually take it off when I lock it up, right? but then Ya forget sometimes. Somehow, they are always there to liberate your bike light. Well, since my light kinda broke, I duct taped it to the bike. This sucked because I thought people would steal it, and I can’t take it off/reattach. But what’s up? Nobody ever stole it. Ever. It’s still on there; I have left it all over the place. Think about it, bike lights are quick release. You can steal it really fast and attach it to any bike. Duct tape is lame and crappy, right? So the only person who would steal it is probably a bum who really needs a sub-par flashlight.

I was told that I could fly. im so afraid of what you may think, and all the plastic people that surround me. Escape familiar home. That fear is what pulls you under, takes you to the end(where it begins) I feel so invincible. -Escape familiar home: Leaders of our time, heading for a downfall.-We are the settlers of “year 0”- I conquer myself through higher mentality testing. The picture i scanned is borrowed. Escape familiar home. ‘Conflict serum’ is my aura. seems life is so fragile, i guess i’ll fly some other time.

Where I live, June was still winter. It was hot in September. Plants are thriving in this warm sunny october. The Earth is not wrong, the calender is wrong.