Jun 28, 2005 20:25
She rides a green three-speed with an expired bike license from 1977. And I love her like a fat kid loves cake. We ride and we ride.
Why do we let our federal government regulate things like marriage: people of the same sex being able to marry or not but we do not demand regulation of credit card interest rates and surcharges? I have not demanded IT so they run amok grabbing pounds of flesh with slick nail-sharp fingers, fingertip tongue blades. We should grab pounds of blood and brain tissue! And yes I realize I used the credit in the first place... credit is a Gateway drug.
There is no The Man out there. The only The Man is sitting in my head, kicking me in the backside of my face. Its hands are moist tonsils, its feet are kidneys dead and shrinking, its legs lungs, and it flexes and it flexes and it flexes its muscles until I breath The Man into existence.
hat day two of seven.