“I call it "pedal magic" and only those who ride know the utter ecstasy of bicycling. Pressing a pedal toward Earth gives flight to my fancy. Every rotation powers my traveling machine toward yet another date with destiny. The breeze clears my senses. The wind blows away my troubles. The sun shines upon my future. Spinning spokes create flashing metal upon an endless path-cycling feels like an infinite spiritual rush. It cleanses my mind. All my troubles fade into joy.” KnowsGivingFeelsMindEarthSpiritualJoyHealingDestinySunPathTroubleMagicWindMachinesInfiniteShiningBlowSensesEndlessFlightFancySpokesEcstasyMetalsFadesBreezeSpinningMy FutureCyclingSun ShinesPedalsRotation Author:Frosty Wooldridge
“Gold, n.: A soft malleable metal relatively scarce in distribution. It is mined deep in the earth by poor men who then give it to rich men who immediately bury it back in the earth in great prisons, although gold hasn't done anything to them.” MenGivingDoneEarthPoorRichHumorousGoldPrisonMetalsDistributionScarceRich ManPoor Man Author:Mike Harding