Thursday, May 10, 2007

Poetry in Motion


Wow! Wow! Wow! and probably an OMG! or twenty-two...

So, yeah, took the Littles to the skatepark wit da G. The usual for me, hangin' Sublime or Stoopid on the side of the concrete. Holy Fajoly, G knows how to skate! I hope he never does that again, I could barely watch (I said barely); cool top-o-da-ridge tricks and ramps 9' tall, he just runs at them. I would never admit it but i love the times he pops up out of the bowl right in front of me, board flying (yet controlled), yikes! and yum! Have I mentioned how sweet his eyes are? That's all I see; good thing, can't bare to watch him crash down the 10-year old again or scuff and slide the west wall, ouch!

Crazy people, love them all. This dude like G, looks like him a too:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_1Y8UoLIu4

Picking up a couple of clearance cool new decks for the kids on Saturday and maybe a pad or two and then back to our nice and safe skatepark.

I am completely mesmerized by now, right now, if "now" is this millisecond to next 24 hours, about all I can know, hmmm, know even tho know that that's no different.


Everyone asleep, fishtank buzzing and a dripping nicely, cool blue hum of the bluetooth G buying for me. I am looking to be that aweful old person: techno-mucho-antiphobe+ ugh>


really, keep up! adapt or die. Is it okay if I drool on my shirt while contemplating our reason for existance? Or in my regard, perhaps it is mandatory, the drooling.

I have to snooze, Roosevely Dam area
Lay-er
Deba

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You should think about why someone gets angry when falsley accused....it doesn't prove that the accusation is true...maybe it's because the accusation is completely unjustified...ever think of that?

Moxie Rose said...

maybe. but unfortunately perhaps not in TIME.