Bustedcrawler

A spin-off of the Busted's blog, so as to keep them separate

Rckcrwlr, here ya go buddy my prior diatribes.... told ya when things start to creep out of the corners of my mind its interesting....



This lil gem is circa '06:

"Shit rolls down hill so always avoid being on the downhill side of things or you will end up feeling like a piece of Charmann Ultra....Shit on, tossed away, and circling down a dark and scary hole to an endless sea of shit.

If you are downhill, try to ride it with lots of beer, good friends, and an atitude that says yes I am going out that damn door and I will make sure it hits YOU in the *** on my way out!

This will keep you from feeling like a good buggy, ridden hard, put away wet, forgotten about, but still the 1st choice for getting down and dirty with.

That is all."



And this lil beaut is circa '07:

" As those of you who are close to me know I don't do this very often, so please sit back and enjoy the overflow from my mind. Take it in with a shot or two of tequila, no salt or lime as that just not right, and a nice smoke of you're choosing and understand the geekyness to come forth.....

What is it about gravity that both brings about a personal joy and a personal hatred for it? It pulls, tugs, and otherwise molesters us into submission and follow its whim. It draws you to it, draws you close to things that you wouldn't normally approach. At times it causes such an attractive force that accelerates you into a place that you dread but find calming at the same time (aka falling for someone). Some of us choose to try and spin this around and defy this magical but yet scientific force. Leaving behind its grasp for a few moments at time, hearing nothing but the air rush by, feeling nothing but you heartbeat, seeing nothing but where you need to be when gravity finally wrangles you back into its clutches. Those few moments are pure peace, peace that I have only found a few other places. The peace obtained by defying what can only be described as a master molester, whilst fleeting, is much more claming than the peace found atop a mountain or out in the desert.

When it draws you to that space so calming yet so unnerving that is when, I at least, wish I could defy it. I am not one to roll over and wait for my treat, but I like to think I am the one running the show. I want to fight and earn what I have, but there are times where all one can do is go along with the ride, waiting, hoping, trying to find a chance to jump ship for a moment but simultaneously and secretly wishing that there is no chance. To ride the tornado and attempt to wrangle it is a choice most will turn away, frightened by the lack of control. Unsure of where the ride may go causes fear to dig in its claws, overriding all thought and in turn driving you into a death spiral that ultimately will cause nothing but pain. When you turn away the fear, keeping your line, holding on to nothing more than the bars, that is when you know without doubt that this will either be the coolest damn thing you have ever done without using "hold my beer and watch this" or you will end up going damn dude did you catch that on film as that was a wicked wreck!

Now being a nerd, who has ridden this gravitational spiral, and has started to work on solving the most common question among males (if you can't figure this out, it is how do women think), besides where the light gnome lives in the fridge and how he knows when you are there, came up with a rather interesting finding. In talking about current affairs, or at least my current state of affairs, with a dear friend this Archimedes moment occurred. (For those not geeky enough, he was the one who said "Eureka!".) Now when this fellow and I were bouncing around the answer to mankind's greatest mystery, we realized something....that this is a problem that not only can not be solved, but statistical guess can not be made about the outcome. No matter how much data one has, no matter how large the sample population is, no R^2 line can be formed. You can only realize that everything is outliers and causing a nice trend line to be nonexistent. Leaving you scratching your head, consulting your friends, and ultimately leaving you screwed for better or worse. Much like hitting a nice drop or kicker, you just don't know until you commit, if things will go as you think or not. Just cause you think it will be a sweet landing, doesn't mean that forces working against you won't win the day and laugh their asses off at you as dirt, blood, and sweet mix together and harmonizing with the sound of plastic, flesh and metal dragging, bouncing, and flopping around (hopefully without the soundtrack on crunching bones).

If your pain tolerance is high, adrenaline is your friend, and you don't mind being a glutton for pain, suffering, and punishment then step up, get the speed rollin' and go for it. If not, then sit back and let those of us who have No Fear lay it all out there. We will dust ourselves off when we crash, and jump around like little kids souped up on Red Bull when we make it. Scars may covered our bodies and hearts, but we can stand tall knowing it was all laid out there, no lies, games, or clothing to cover up who and what we are. Come one come all to watch the insane few triumph and fail!
Now wake up kiddies....that is off of my chest. So until next time...Drugs are bad (cheap ones anyways), death will find you, hookers lead to the buffet of alphabet soup, jobs are boring, and risks are ways to greatness! "