Prink Prank

Prink Prank was one of this centuries premier philosophers- a man who stands minds above others and deserved to have common people lick his coffin clean every few months. Some of this man's philosophies will stand the test of time and become engraven on every soul in the universe who has ears to understand. For examples:

"All life is but a harrowing ride down a tunnel of lies and who lies the most, but I, but I lie the most to myself because I tell myself everything!"

"In the end, you cannot be both a bicycle rider and a fisherman- what the #@%! were you thinking?!"

"I am but one age away from another age."

"In the epic ruins of time, there is one certainty: all men are liars and all men kill."

"I hope for the goodness of mankind and the velocity of sea-creatures. Sea creatures deserve to feast on mankind for the rest of forever because of all the heinous things that we menkind did."

Mr. Prank died of an undetermined ammount of insecticide, inadvertantly administered into his aorta by his nurse, Mr. Killo Grupha. Foul play is bad news, bub.

R.I.P. Gobi

Get this: the other day, I was out with Joker T. Goodoldboy and Gobi, my bike, and we went into the rocky white of the veggie-trash fields that is North of Sudan. Okay, so this was a fun time to ride because the monsoon season had not kicked into full swing and it wasn't too hot, but man, I went into this ditch, see, and it ripped the tire off of Gobi and it was an explosive bang of a thing; Gobi is lame now.

(And then we got back to the home and there were all these kids who were whining like, we want your headphoines! give up your intessi, Mage! What the Keckula?)

So we had to leave that place, man because that's just too much pressure. But we went to the bar out by the old Jackson place and they had drinks for only pennies a pop. Ho ho! That was a good old time and I forgot that Gobi was even lame but until I got on to ride home and remembrance occurs all of a sudden and with a bloody nose!
A good bike is like a wing for your soul. One wing. Can you fly with one wing? Kindof. Its a start and that's the point. So when a bike dies, like when Bike broke his axle on the dusty roads of Japan, well, its like ripping one of the wings off of your soul. Your soul should have like 5 wings: woman and warm weather and bike and God and Huckfinnism. Then you fly, man, you can't help it.

Here and Thier

Life is roads.
Smooth roads that go east and west and up and south.
Rough roads that go east and west and north and south.
You take a smooth road where lots of people go and there you are. And there you've got a steakhouse and a movie theatre and a dog and someone's cat that the kids adopted and named "Cherri" and then the car broke down in the HOV lane and man that rootbeer float got digested way too quick.
You take a rough road to the house where the sand is in between the floorcracks and then your son drinks the rest of your Coors Light and you both have a laugh after he gets thrashed and there was a fire out by where the cows drink all the time. That was a fun night, but we got a flat tire in the old Ford.
Then you say "Forget this!" and take a not-road right off the interstate through someone's field, but there's not really a fence, and you live with ten other people and you think one of them is a cop or at least he used to be or he knew one to get all that gear and that night when the whole house invited everyone from everywhere they used to work, even the bosses that fired them, but would still get high with them, and there was loud music and they played lots of Depeche Mode and you talked to a girl who was actually asleep and then you sampled your song "Blink Blank" the one with the heart beat bass and the starlight high hat. That's a clean trip!
Okay, or you could take the road which used to be a mall and now its a road and not much happens but you learned a lot about cell transport. And that can be related to the movement of goods and services from country to country to household to persons and back again, but you only briefly think on this as you drive that ex-mall road and then oh, man! you need to buy milk or, do you?
And then the question hangs: what do you drive? OR do you drive. Walking don't need no roads.

This time of year

So Isaac Arboles went walking down to the baseball game. The sun was out in the sky and there was a sound of people and the synthetic trumpet. There was green grass and it was on the hillside. The brightness of the sun made walking a zombie-like experience. Isaac could not see but for the lines in the sidewalk to lead up to the baseball stadium.
There was a girl with dark hair and dark eyes and strong fingers. She could grip a sleeve or a pot or a doorknob, Isaac noticed. Before he went into the stadium, Isaac rolled down the hillside, with the grass wet from something, that was not rain. It smelled like the pond by the old man’s house, out where there wasn’t even a road sign, but there was a big antenna that didn’t belong to the old man. And pine trees in rows.
In the stadium there were milling children and their parents talking loud with beers in hand. People wearing red and blue and all of them with sunglasses and pink faces. Isaac wore his straw hat and walked the route around the field. He would get a haircut and make a big time move. There were hotdogs that were free but they were cold. He ate three and drank the little bottles of water. Everyone was looking at the game but no one was watching. He took the dark-haired girl with the dark eyes by the hand and made her stand for the 7th inning stretch. And she gripped his hand. This is a time of year to always look for.

Fifola

It has been a long time. A lot has happened. First off, there was a thunderstorm in the restroom the other day. This was three weeks ago-ed. Yeah, that was wicked and it smelled like ajount. It also happens that last months were my birthdays. I recieved the highest award for surviving and intimidating: The Golden Hampou. Ultimately the forked-chinned man who gardens around downtown is going to be the mayor. It's all about proximity. Downtown- that's mayor country. Underneath the floorboards there is a game room filled with water toys. Inflatible bats, indefatigable dolphin mimics, and the whole host of aquamarine tarantula scare soldiers. YOW! That makes for a fun pool party. That makes me migggl all over myself! YGGUS!