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The progeny, the future. The family's hopes rested on his shoulders. It was a lot of pressure. Rather than embrace the role, he shirked his responsibilities. Was it right? Was he in the wrong? Was it fair? Did that make him weak and cowardly, or did that make him bold and adventurous. He only hoped that what he was doing was right, that he had made the correct decision, that his way of life, while a huge disappointment to others, was at the very least a life of self-fulfillment.
With the cowhide leather on his back, wind in his hair, and the roar of his harley, this was freedom manifested. The leather wasn't a fashion statement or an attempt to look badass, or whatever else people might think about him. It spoke to the minimalist in him. It was durable, and yes, it withstood the test of time in the fashion world. For the folk that crave simplicity, it is simply a requisite part of your wardrobe. Evocative of those cowboy days, runnin' wild.
The cowhide leather jacket on his back, revving his bike, wind in his hair. This was freedom manifested. The jacket is just a fashion statement as most people assumed, it was every minimalist's apparel of choice. It was durable, and yes, it also withstood the test of time in the fashion world. For the folks who crave simplicity, the leather jacket is a must have in their closet.
Put forth the effort. Running around, doing things, sweat on the brow. What am I doing with myself? Just killing time? If so, I just hope it was all worthwhile at the end.
Absorbs things. Learn everything you can. Sometimes people talk too much about things they know nothing about. If they'd just listen and sponge that shit in, they might know a lot more.
I used to love receiving things. Birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, whatever gifts, I'd just put my hand out and receive it. These days I don't expect anything from anyone, and instead I've become a lot more generous. Not just with money or material things, but in thought as well.
hanging on. i keep pulling and pulling, it keeps coming apart. i wonder if i had done something wrong. she gives no indication either way. she is so hard to read.
found it! running around, meandering, dark caves, searching for buried treasure. The pirate sailing the seven seas, looting and pillaging along the way, he anchors. X marks the spot.
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