Better bloody improve. I'm going fishing again in the morning![]()
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
I got so fed up I took my kayak out for a fish because I was sick of not doing so... scared myself witless.. bloody northwesterlies..
Mind you, it was a bloody fast trip back, bit too fast really.......
Exert your talents, and distinguish yourself, and don't think of retiring from the world, until the world will be sorry that you retire. -Samuel Johnson
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