CF13 Cloudriding in Circles

 

Clouds are horny and inconsiderate. It is quite a luxury to observe clouds mate. To experience it fully, one must have used and abused their body (a good hike, ride, paddle, whatever fits your fitness) to the point at which there is nothing it {the body} can do but watch clouds mate. They are licentious with their bodacious bodies.

 

I spend my life chasing the inner cathedral.

It rises within

{a sun}

The journey

Adventure

Chasing windmills:

getting nowhere.

 

The utter silliness

Up + down.

Out + in.

Riding around in circles.

Of course, we are all _______ around in circles.

The question:

How we go about our circles?

I’d like to be riding.

To watch clouds mate.

“The search for Wolverine Club.”

When will I injure myself?

Render myself unpermitted

to my own church.

Unsustainability

is the only way.

 

To all the adventure addicted:

How do you plan for the inevitable?

 

I am enormously grateful for the creative people I get to call friends. I have a friend bias, which is when you like some creation better because a friends made it, like parents that love their kid’s bad drawings.



I have a bias towards well-designed labels. Wine and internet music. I get in trouble with the French, French would rather argue. Blind tests with the ‘quality’ of the wine render the entire subject so insanely subjective. I shall buy exactly the second cheapest wine on the rack, after consideration of quality label design.

 

There is no purpose in figuring out that you are riding in circles,

but instead to study the size and nature of the circles.

Can a circle be abstract?

Beauty fleets.

“They just fall in the water in the end.”

 

Surf is where you find it.

Namsayn.

Time Runs