To climb above the haze of thought into clear understanding, to navigate a true course, to take the highest road, to air out my soul, to breathe freely, to soar. This is my essay. all rights reserved by wingman
drive across town
in the middle of the night
to turn right around
and return at first light
wasted gas
too little rest
time is past
to be a guest
give some thought
it starts to suck
why be distraught?
just sleep in the truck
posted by wingman at 4:22 PM
I like anything that flies and most other things that move or move me in three dimensions. I like sports that involve the burning of fossil fuels. I don't like sports that involve balls. I enjoy beauty and make attempts to create some. I am deeply moved by subtlety and symbol. But I also like being a tough, outdoors guy. I adore women but don't understand them. I don't throw stuff away, I fix it. I admire simple and strong design but am often seduced by the complex. I'm a renaissance man wanna-be.
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