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The grey skies, with a lone stop sign as she looked up. It towers as the red pushes higher.
Young Guns! Is that what the bottle is? Mezcal and the Rough Riders, deciding the last hours before the storm comes down on them? The Blackbird Trail sounds so far away.
If by group, you mean the band of outsiders, standing in the middle of the road, ready to take on the giant machine; let this cult go itself.
This team is getting to be more of a culture monster, transform and adapt instead of being negative and reactive. Continue to build and make this place shine like delicious demons.
Practice chaos to learn control, something learned early in lifting. Same can be applied to life as many people learn the rules to break them, and then put the pieces back to keep order.
Duran Duran Come Undone makes me think of London, England, back in the mid-2000s. The song is okay. Still, it's England.
Coincidence enough, a screening of the SOCIAL NORM was very normal. Filmmaking with straight forward techniques. Does it want to excel?
I have returned to the original place, where I know things get done, I'm always evolving. Need to stay creative, need to move forward, need to be alive.
When the treads wear down and a confirmation from a penny test, my 19x8.5 tires do need replacement.
My hands hurt.
Assisted one-arm pull ups and one-arm kettlebell snatches take their toll.
Hand care, pumice callusses, and blanket with lotion.
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