Books, Guns, and Tannerite
A Surface Exploration of the Preservation of Ancient Wisdom
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Dogs, Stench and Hazards
Gravel was strewn about as I swayed about like a drunken fisherman.
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Clips. The Push AND the Pull
My bike swayed wildly as I tried to cross the busy road at the bottom of the college.
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Bee-Stung
When on a bike, and reaching the top speed of twenty miles per hour, then upon passing under the low-hanging vines of flowering honeysuckle.
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Pepper Spray Santa
“My what a beautiful day!” I told myself, as I got halfway up the second to the last hill.
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Wheel, Pedal, Stroke Pt. 1
My ischials started screaming the second I hopped up on the saddle.
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I am loathe toward artificiality, but one must be careful not to look too deeply because he will find quickly, artificiality lies at the core of existence.
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