The Bike
(stories about other people’s photos)
i got on a bike and rode to the farthest place it would take me which was not that far because my legs were tired and it’s almost out of air and i sat and smoked and thought about how great it would be to write fuck you in the sand over and over in different fonts and tell you i never loved you and strip the bike of its tires and burn it and roast a pigeon I’ve caught in the city square over the fire
but no i just rode it back locked it up and went back to my life of instant coffee and instant noodles and waiting for your instant messages that come sporadically only when you feel like dangling “I miss yous” like a carrot in front of me
tomorrow i’m tearing the brake cables off this bike and riding downhill with no brakes and see where that takes me but tomorrow is always a day away
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I would like to write a story about any picture you’ve shot. Please send me one. I can link to your site and credit your full name, or I can also credit only your initials/ alias if you’d like to remain private.
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