Mooseknuckler Cycling Alliance

It seems so strange that in many ways I’ve been here, but somehow I never learn anything and I just keep falling down the same stairs again, and again, and again. Once, you may say was enough, but not for me, for some reason I keep coming back for more and keep finding the reasons that aren’t logical and the things that are so far away. And the wasted time and space means nothing when all I want is so easy to have but still so far away. And for some this is encripted and for others it is just some code that I use so those who know keep knowing and those who don’t, will never have a clue what the hell I’m talking about. It boils down to me being stuck in a frozen winter wonder land where my beard is white from ice whenever I arrive and I can’t go outside because it’s too bloody cold. I used to feel so free and easy to be pleased and now I am discontent to be here and be doing what has no meaning to me. I’ve always wanted to be away from this life, from this mediocre existance, from capitalism, materialism, nationalism, patriotism, americanism, religion, life without meaning or feeling. I want to feel the cold burn my face as it clings to the particles of my skin too dumb to be covered up, the ones that hang out in the cold for no other reason then that’s where they are. They freeze, they sting, they grow numb, they hate me for what I have done to them in my hurry, or simply in neglect. They are my cheekbones.

I know I’m rambling but it’s been a while since I’ve ranted and it feels good to say nothing by saying everything to talk in code. I know none of you care and that this is poorly written and that you all have no idea what I’m even upset about or even if I’m upset, but it just feels good to write for no other reason than to put words that I feel on a page and let it all just pour out in the absence of inhibition. I am. I am not lost nor looking for anything, I just wish I wasn’t where I am. I am content to be discontent for it means that life has handed me something that I may get to keep or may not but at least I have the opportunity to try and have everything I ever wanted. so srew all you mediocrity and your cars and your governments that cannot rule, and your wasted lives chasing money and wealth and the health you will never have because you are chasing wealth, and your complacency and your wars and your thoughtless effort of trying to have peace. srew it all and screw it all over and over again. I am free.

Peace. Love. and Revolution.