Or a fuzzy motorcycle:
२१ एप्रिल, २००८
Welcome to the working week.
I don't know which is more likely to cheer you up. A speckly flower:
Or a fuzzy motorcycle:
Or a fuzzy motorcycle:
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१४ टिप्पण्या:
I hear you sayin, hey, the city's alright,
When you only read about it in books.
Spend all your money getting so convinced
That you never even bother to look.
Raisins becoming Virginia Bluebells in Ohio yesterday.
I love the working week, back from when it meant that the cafeteria was open. On weekends you and fellow nerds lived out of vending machines, coffee and ring-dings.
If that flower has stamen power, it may have the anther to our needs.
New Sensations, Lou Reed:
I took my GPZ out for a ride
The engine felt good between my thighs
The air felt cool, it was forty degrees outside
I rode to Pennsylvania near the Delaware Gap
Sometimes I got lost and had to check the map
I stopped at a roadside diner for a burger and a coke
There were some country folk and some hunters inside
somebody got themselves married and somebody died
I went to the juke box and played a hillbilly song
They was arguing about football as I waved and went outside
And I headed for the mountains feeling warm inside
I love that GPZ so much, you know that I could kiss her
Flowers and motorcycles; a sure sign that spring is finally here.
Yesterday I saw my neighbor fitting pieces of knitting on her station wagon. She is knitting a sweater for her car as part of a car art project for an exposition next month.
If you had a pic of Scarlett Johannson wearing only a flower while on a motorcycle...now we're talkin'!
Now if only we had some awesome Japanese onomatopeia to describe a stylin' fuzzy motorcycle...
Kusha kusha? Kazu kazu?
Consider the Lillies Steve speaking. Sorry we are out of morning glory. Have a nice day.
Real motorcycles don't have trunks.
Everything in spring conspires to make you want to get outside and ride.
A guy in bright bicycle attire whizzed past me yesterday, on a bike with barely visible thin high speed tires and so forth ; I passed him again on the next uphill.
Spring is a time of out-of-shape bicycle riders.
Nothing is hotter though when you see a hot guy on a motorcycle with a tank top and big arms and you can see a little of his hairless crack from the back. Absolutely love that.
Nothing? Nothing?
Oh, please. That's not even in the top 677 things I can think of.
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