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Biking

For those of you who dont know, biking is a form of meditation for me..

I mean, think about it.. you're riding around twilight, its cool out, but you're still quite warm from the last half mile sprint...

Anything can be meditation, even life itself.. just existing is relaxing under meditative circumstances...

Even in biking it gets tiring when total morons are on the sidewalk, a vietnamese lady walking her dog without a leash, Stupid americans who walk three broad in an effort to burn their fat, Countless mexicans with families of 10 who cross hap-hazardly..

And pretty much all of them try to get out of the way, its ironic really.. The lady with the dog ends up chasing him in my way, the fat americans merge outwards like cattle, when they should simply merge right and let me take my chances with oncoming traffic, The families and their countless offspring.. who either part down the middle like a pack of scared roaches or try to go backwards.. which ends up getting in my way too...

Countless multitudes of mind-desolated brainless cantankerous disgustingly underintelligent dweebs, jerks, morons, buttheads, baffoons, stupid idiots, pedejos, stupinagoles, degernates, vagrants, vagabons, imigrants, schiese's, shizblasters, jizzwits, wingnuts, crackheads, turdburglars, weasls, wetbunnies and fools get in my way EVERY DAY.

Today in fact, these nice white people where taking their freshly-borne future-marines out for a stroll in the park.. How could I tell this was the kid's future? He was white, with buzzed hair trailertrash, holding an mini-replica M-16 and wearing a shirt that sad something about bin-laden...

So then, I come flying nicely down the path.. and this kid is walking aimlessly shooting at trees with imaginary bullets.. then out of the blue his dad grabs him and pulls him out of the road assuming that I'm hellbent on running this kid over.. although it crossed my mind, I did slow down and they got him out of the way.

But out of the corner of my eye I see this satisfied look on the father's face, Whats this? He's happy about pulling his kid off of the road so quickly..

But little does this middle-aged hairless witless gutless overgrown inbred overfed piece of american white excrement know that theres some little mexican kids up the way.. I might as well get off of my bike and walk home, at this rate the stop and go is slowing me down more than just walking...

Bafoons.

Other than that, I meditated this whole post up when I was on the service road, which was right before the wing-nuts, but right after the jizzwits...

Current Music : The Seatbelts - Farewell Blues [alternate take]