I am an overall metamorphic blob of the feel-skees.
Coughing up lungs, slaying dragons, riding the jellies and crashing into trees
Greetings, Salutations Glitter Unicorns, Readers, Booktubie peeps, viewers, my tweeties and IG polks, The frequency and schedule that I was keeping in 2017 have faltered as of late this is for … Continue reading Riding dinosaurs
Lately, I have been making up every excuse in the book not to ride my bike. “There’s no snow” “There’s too much snow” “It’s too cold” “it’s too warm” “I’m … Continue reading Toodling a.k.a Squashing my inner mountain snob
Things that keep me moving towards “The Thing” itself.
Little demons scurrying in the brush, scrambling up nearby trees to hiss & gnash at me from the branches and between frozen blades of grass. My mind gives up, my feet fall off the pedals. I listen as my 5tens scratch the dirt. I hear the voices cackling from all around me as they feel me struggle as the mental game begins.
On being hit by a semi truck