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Our epic rooster. #liquor #epic #art  (Taken with instagram)

Our epic rooster. #liquor #epic #art (Taken with instagram)

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#puppie #ratterrior #816 #iphone (Taken with instagram)

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#816 #alpinestars #icon #motorcycle #streetbike #cbr #cbr1000rr #honda #kcmo (Taken with instagram)

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#iphone #lifted #4x4 #truck #mudtruck #mudding #chevy (Taken with instagram)

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A man is but the product of his thoughts what he thinks, he becomes.

High in the skies
my soul flies
away

Come dear with me
we shall be
- free!

Ties will not hold
the lives sold
for gold

Dark is the night
a birds flight
untied

High in the skies
my soul flies
away

forever free

MY LIFE BE LIKE…….

I’m an idealist, by philosophy and practice. I can’t get around it, and even in my most depressed moods, I can’t stop it. I’ve learned, in these last couple of crazy/wild/rough years, that life is a gift, one that should be cherished, every second of it. No matter how sad you are, something can give you joy—you just have to open up your life to such experiences. The smell that fills the kitchen when you’re moms cooking biscuits and gravy, or the taste of cold orange juice, when your hungover from a long night of drinking. Listening to music that really touches you deep down. The lyrics that express your feelings when you yourself cant put them into words. That song that you sing when your all alone in the shower or driving in your car. Music does many things for me. We all have those songs that remind us of something or someone special. Some songs even remind you a special time or event in your life. Many people come and go in my life. some come for a short period and vanish and on the other hand there are some mutherfuckers that ya just cant get rid of! Everyone has a expiration date. Nobody knows when and that’s the greatest mystery of life. You could go at anytime. Memories. You cant hold on to everybody/everything forever. So memories are all we have. Those crazy stories you have to tell your grandchildren when your old. We all have those crazy drunkin nights with your crew. But what about more personal memories? Your first kiss? Your first girlfriend? Your first time going to jail? The passing of a loved one? Turning points in your Life? The good memories and the bad. There all the same. Something we hold on to. Those experiences make us who we are today.

Maybe I’m a bit foolish to live this way. But I’m not the only idealist. Superman was an idealist, so was Lincoln, so was Jesus, religiously speaking or not. I figure I’m just following the teachings of thousands upon thousands of people who had the right idea, but were just too outnumbered to make a difference. Every poet who has ever written about something that makes them smile will agree with me, that feeling is *good*. I live by that feeling.

And of course (as if you couldn’t guess…) this relates back to my feelings on Love and life, too. No matter how many failed relationships I’ve had, and I’ve had some. There were always really incredible moments within them. I would like to think ive been in love, everything great has to come to a end eventually, even life itself. but in the end, no matter how sad it is, those memories were so incredible, thinking about it helps me keep a good perspective on life. So I live with the memories of happiness instead of the memories of heartbreak. Most people tend to take the worst of love and life, in order to get over it. I, however, take the opposite stance—I take the best of whatever I had, store it away in my memory, and bring it up whenever I start to forget why I am the way I am. This is why im Asa muthafuckin Thoma. I know someday, I’ll find my permanent happiness. Wither its in something I do or if its in a woman. This much I’m sure of, don’t ask me how, I just know, and have faith, that happiness for me is inevitable. Im not scared of living alone. I know it scares some people but I look at it as “you are born into this world alone, and you die alone”

Foolish? Maybe. Idealistic? Hopefully. I also hope that many of you take the time to stop and smell the roses, because that is truly, the first idea I can ever remember hearing about, relating to what I speak of. I stopped and smelled the roses, and to quote Frost, “That has made all the difference.”

Beauty is everywhere, but only if you live in the moment. If you stop to think about what someone or something will look like or act like in 30 years, you will realize that beauty is fleeting. But so is life, and existence. If you don’t live life in the now, then the now becomes meaningless—you force yourself to live in an ever-increasingly bleak future. Don’t do that to yourself, because, to quote Doc Brown of “Back to the Future”, "The future isn’t written." In 30 years, you could be facing your life long partner and realize one of two things—either she’s not as pretty as she once was, or was i drunk this whole time! It all depends on your outlook of life! And everything always changes…..

Go google “Composed Upon Westminster Bridge” It’s everything I’ve said here compressed into 14 lines, it’s more succinct and more meaningful than I could ever hope to be with my sleepless happy ramblings. Just remember the beauty of life, the beauty (especially!) of love, past, present or future. Things will get better, I promise you. “You gotta risk it to get the biscuit!”

"September 3, 1802" by William Wordswort

Earth has not anything to show more fair:

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by

A sight so touching in its majesty:

This City now doth, like a garment, wear

The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,

Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie

Open unto the fields, and to the sky;

All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Never did sun more beautifully steep

In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;

Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

The river glideth at his own sweet will:

Dear God! The very houses seem asleep;

And all that mighty heart is lying still!

"Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today!"