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    jalepenio jimenez
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    Poledance last night...

    Thought I'd seen everything.
    Fleshy body parts pressed hard up against that cold steel; a sheen of sweat and oil off of every curve.
    And lots of hot lube dripping off the crank.
    And a full moon.

    Wowwie!
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    I dig, chop, strangle, yank, stomp, annihilate, mutilate, eradicate, and FU goatheads

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    jalepenio jimenez
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    More Poledance

    A thick, wet fog hung low over the road, cutting visibility to zero.
    Everything was wet, dripping with water, as if it was lightly raining.
    Each froggy breath was now a measureable effort.
    Would there be ice tonight? It had to be about freezing out.
    I had seen the ghost rider a few nights earlier in these very same conditions.
    Would I see him again tonight?
    That night, he was upon me before I knew it. A heavy, dark shadow, suddenly manifesting out of the nothingness. Scared the hell out of me, and then he was gone, without a word.
    The roadway became a smoky tunnel as it wound away in front of me and disappeared into the farthest reach of my lights, now become faint eyes piercing through the night.
    Slow and easy, under 15.
    Play it cool, baby.
    The best is yet to come...
    I dig, chop, strangle, yank, stomp, annihilate, mutilate, eradicate, and FU goatheads

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    jalepenio jimenez
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    Fishin', Dancin', Pole'n an' Dreamin'

    At last, I break free of the night.
    Fifteen degrees of lunar ascent spent navigating the wormholes of inner space and mind bending darkness. Space and time had become a single dimension in the end.
    Where had I been?
    Back...pretty far back. Another distant intersection of space/time.
    Clouds are breaking now, giving up their grip on the night. Soon the moon will turn it's mirrored face in my direction.
    Not there yet, though.
    Brakes haven't shrieked like this for a while. At least I hope that's my brakes, and not some shadow in the forest following my every move.
    Should be shifting out of wormdrive before long. That's when I'll really be needing the binders.
    Two, three more corners, not sure, but it won't be long before I break out of this forest canopy that steals most of the light trying to make its way through to the ground.
    Soon enough, there will be no stopping me, or my precious cargo.
    I dig, chop, strangle, yank, stomp, annihilate, mutilate, eradicate, and FU goatheads

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    Look out!
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    Jim, you better watch out you might get a call from the boss to visit the lab......
    Ride the bike.

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    jalepenio jimenez
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    Quote Originally Posted by mtnbkrid
    Jim, you better watch out you might get a call from the boss to visit the lab......
    LOL Mark.

    Those bladder cops will stop at nothing to get their grubby little hands on my golden fleece.
    I dig, chop, strangle, yank, stomp, annihilate, mutilate, eradicate, and FU goatheads

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    The Headless Horseman

    Every time I go riding with Sweet Connie Chung
    in the middle of the nite I get chased by:

    The Headless Horseman
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    jalepenio jimenez
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    Into this tunnel of gravitational luv...

    Round Ďní round Ďní round I go, into the night, yippie-yie-yay, yippie-yie-yo.

    Wisps of thick, wet fog give way suddenly, in one last suffocating implosion, and just like that, a three dimensional panorama of empty black shadows, full of hidden secrets, and framed by the rising moon, slaps me full across the face like a bucket of cold water and dares me onward.

    As much at home I am with this new world spreading out before me, that miserable wet fog was to me an alien realm, and glad to have behind me now.

    Below me and stretching off as far as my eye can see, stars of electrified intensity (an artificial sacrifice to the night) give birth to a young uber galaxy of rurbanal (Ďurbaní+Ďruralí) sprawl and asphalt insanity that reaches out to the far edges of this unfolding universe.

    Iíve become a time traveler tonight, for what is here in front of me now was nothing more than a mere day in the boiseidahoerealityshow hours before when I last saw this place.

    I look on as a long, thin fiery band of furnace red and burning orange explodes across the western sky, silhouetting the distant horizon and masterfully scattering the twilight into an orga$m of richly painted hues that overlay the land, cut short in their reach by the smothering veil of this night I bring down out of the mountains with me.

    To the south, the Owyhee mountains, splendid in pink and purple majesty, have become a living canvas, wearing the reflections of the setting sun against the low clouds that hang as if bed linens, about to be pulled up and over them for a cozy nights sleep.

    Literally squeezing the light of day into itís last vibrant swaths of color as it splashes its final brush strokes across the shrinking sky, the edge of darkness, from where I have just come, stretches out across the night sky, blacking out the heavens above.

    It gives way to nothing, and yet the rising moon, as full as Iíve seen it, somehow manages to peer in under itís eastern-most tendrels of blackened underbelly and cast itís enchanting spell across the land making long shadows of me and all things standing.

    So itís here I now find myself, being pulled in two by dueling shadows of parallel likeness, caught in this momentary tug-of-war between day and night.

    The struggle is brief and the outcome all too obvious, as the victor pulls me into itís embrace, and I greet the night with eyes widened and senses keen.

    Meanwhile, growing brighter than any remnant of this days fading light, this bursting galaxy of light expanding below me, with itís brood of neighboring pornstar galaxies that spring to life (more as an after thought than as part of the original plan) as the darkness spreads, is my destination and towards where I now point my spinning wheels.

    I steer a steady course into the black hole that stretches between me and there: such complete and utter blacknes, that as I follow my lights into itís yawning vast emptiness, I can only hope I will emerge on the far side as I have entered: enlightened by the wonders of this night and frightened only by itís invisible passing, about which I can do nothing.
    I dig, chop, strangle, yank, stomp, annihilate, mutilate, eradicate, and FU goatheads

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