Comments on: Firepower Peddlepower http://robertsutton.net/blog/2008/04/09/firepower-peddlepower/ The Μετακόσμια Weltanschauung Fri, 05 Dec 2008 01:56:26 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.2 by: Amanda http://robertsutton.net/blog/2008/04/09/firepower-peddlepower/#comment-1638 Thu, 10 Apr 2008 07:13:22 +0000 http://robertsutton.net/blog/2008/04/09/firepower-peddlepower/#comment-1638 Forget the minivan. Do cross country on your bicycle. And to quote one of my favorite lines from an epic of a movie: Francis: Remember the first time I saw your bike? You were riding past my house and I came running out to tell you how much I liked it even way back then?! Pee-wee: I love that story. Forget the minivan. Do cross country on your bicycle.

And to quote one of my favorite lines from an epic of a movie:

Francis: Remember the first time I saw your bike? You were riding past my house and I came running out to tell you how much I liked it even way back then?!

Pee-wee: I love that story.

]]> by: Woozie http://robertsutton.net/blog/2008/04/09/firepower-peddlepower/#comment-1633 Thu, 10 Apr 2008 01:56:41 +0000 http://robertsutton.net/blog/2008/04/09/firepower-peddlepower/#comment-1633 I remember your raving about them but I didn't know you owned a PPKKK. <a href="http://niggastolemybike.ytmnd.com/" rel="nofollow">I didn't know you wore pink, either.</a> I remember your raving about them but I didn’t know you owned a PPKKK.

I didn’t know you wore pink, either.

]]> by: unokhan http://robertsutton.net/blog/2008/04/09/firepower-peddlepower/#comment-1629 Wed, 09 Apr 2008 19:21:04 +0000 http://robertsutton.net/blog/2008/04/09/firepower-peddlepower/#comment-1629 that part about the gun going to pieces in your hands reminds me of dreams people have in which all their teeth fall inexplicably out of their mouths. lately i had a feeling u weren't getting sufficient rest, and wondered if perhaps your perceptual gateways had been made too wide by sleep deprivation. glad you didn't lose the bike. a man and his trusted bike make a sort of latter-day centaur, guided by sight and steered by solar plexus. that part about the gun going to pieces in your hands reminds me of dreams people have in which all their teeth fall inexplicably out of their mouths.

lately i had a feeling u weren’t getting sufficient rest, and wondered if perhaps your perceptual gateways had been made too wide by sleep deprivation.

glad you didn’t lose the bike. a man and his trusted bike make a sort of latter-day centaur, guided by sight and steered by solar plexus.

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