Learning How to Ride.

When I tell you the trick of learning 

how to ride, with ease and peace and 

freedom, you might just decide to kick 

yourself for the lack of elbow grease you've 

shown heretofore. But that will not be the 

type of excuse which traps young people 

in failing careers and garners the sympathies 

of those not yet born. We will tell you 'what', 

okay? That sound like a deal? No? Then maybe, 

just maybe, it'll be your very own ghosting 

cycle that will put steel into the Man of Sound.

If, then, you, feeling like you owe 

a girl from 'down the way' a large 

hand in exchange for a sigh well 

flown, then perhaps you could take 

a page from our pamphlet with a 

not dissimilar moniker, tie it up 

parallel to our conception of a 

'feeling track' and once and for all 

compel your siting committee to 

throw out the rules, kick out the 

jambs and have at it with what 

passes for gusto in this age of the 

'cautiously mild'. It almost burns 

when I put it like that, doesn't it? 

If so then you may have fallen 

for the very same trick again, 

this time with flap in hand, 

crease in forehead and a slim-to-none 

chance of bearing witness to how 

the game is 'really' played. Of this 

you may be certain or it could 

be a virtual curtain which curtails 

your embarrassing faith in the efficacy 

of chemtrails to spread homosexuality 

to the masses. But still you keep trying, 

always with the same results. 

This is no joke, but, go ahead anyway, 

see if I care. 

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