what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

when spokes start breaking  
it’s a sign a   
wabi sabi memento mori                      
visual audible contextual
lifespan reminder note to self
kinda sorta like nothing lives forever
exactly like when the neighbors hire a contractor to build a big deluxe wheelchair ramp for grandpa onto their front porch with two switchbacks and a country mile’s worth of slip-resistant tape

it’s the beginning of the end

commencement  

an unhealthy attachment to a ballpoint pen

it’s not a linear progression
it’s a cycle
coming back around again
clockwise
when viewed from the drive side
which is true
even in the southern hemisphere

like Sally said, 40 is the new fixie
 

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in the name of uniform spoke tension a well-built wheel will not be popping spokes like a robo-laced SBS $30 (full retail) areyoufuckingkidding me ping ping pinger

the glass is half-full because the empty half is in my belly and the next two halves and the next 10-12 halves after that are still in the kegerator. today is my Friday and tomorrow is echolocation day

I once went out like that, always trying not to do it again.

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