And it's all down hill.
Fuck.
Muses
5 years ago
Fixie Pixies
I picked up my bike yesterday. I drove to faulconsbridge. Ie. REALLY far away.
I rode it today having making/modifying toeclips. It's REALLY fun. Hard to ride cause I'm so use to coasting + I'm shit at mounting but I was practicing skids today. I did a few 5 metre skids at Eastwood.. I'll try to get photos up.
Anyway I apologize once again for the lack of posts from me. I'm really busy at the moment and it's hard to accustom myself to being home alone. I miss my mum. I really do. It's weird not having her tell me what to do. I'm not use to this freedom. Is this what leaving home will be like? Probably 10x worse. She left me food. She left me everything. I love her. Be safe overseas! I'll be the best boy I can be here!
I rode it today having making/modifying toeclips. It's REALLY fun. Hard to ride cause I'm so use to coasting + I'm shit at mounting but I was practicing skids today. I did a few 5 metre skids at Eastwood.. I'll try to get photos up.
Anyway I apologize once again for the lack of posts from me. I'm really busy at the moment and it's hard to accustom myself to being home alone. I miss my mum. I really do. It's weird not having her tell me what to do. I'm not use to this freedom. Is this what leaving home will be like? Probably 10x worse. She left me food. She left me everything. I love her. Be safe overseas! I'll be the best boy I can be here!
With that, I'll post a heart warming song.
memo to self: cut poo out!
/timbo400
/timbo400
Fish bowl.
I'm capped. I can't do shit. I hate being capped.
So for that reason I wrote another poem.
"The Camp"
Fresh from the fiery ovens they were baked,
The only choice on the menu they could take;
Sprinkled on like croutons in soup,
The cubed bodies were mixed into a goop;
Forced to consume their own kin,
They wept as they tasted their own skin;
Only to fuel themselves to drone like ants in,
To the kiln where the cycle would again begin.
memo to self: budget the money so you don't waste it all on "consumables". Mum can't help you from across the globe.
/timbo400.
So for that reason I wrote another poem.
"The Camp"
Fresh from the fiery ovens they were baked,
The only choice on the menu they could take;
Sprinkled on like croutons in soup,
The cubed bodies were mixed into a goop;
Forced to consume their own kin,
They wept as they tasted their own skin;
Only to fuel themselves to drone like ants in,
To the kiln where the cycle would again begin.
memo to self: budget the money so you don't waste it all on "consumables". Mum can't help you from across the globe.
/timbo400.
Peanut butter and Jelly.
I came home today. I ated a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and cheese singles.
I had to share this poem I wrote to Song Nguyen.
I had to share this poem I wrote to Song Nguyen.
"Peanut butter and Jelly"
You can be my peanut butter,
Cause I'll love you like no other;
All I give you is my jelly-jam,
As long as you call me timmy-tam;
I'll write you one every after-noon,
Just before the sun becomes the moon;
We'll jump up and down on the bread,
Even till the rusty springs shred;
You may be salty and I be sweet,
But we'll be perfect when we meet.
-timbo400.
So yeah, I love my PBnJ! Best shit out!
And another haiku to finish off this blog:
Memo to self: Boobs
I like big boobies,
It's so fun to watch them bounce,
Lets face-rub in them.
/timbo400.
Memo to self: Boobs
I like big boobies,
It's so fun to watch them bounce,
Lets face-rub in them.
/timbo400.
