Friends and Lovers

Are the reason my days and nights are worth living. I really need to thank these people more often.

Flesh and Ink

So I picked up an 8-wrap "V" tattoo machine from WWT, along with a power supply, needles, pigment, etc. What have I got myself into?

Sketches

Rifling through a pile of old sketchbooks, I trigger memories. Old ideas, past moods - it's haunting to look and read. Now and then she interjects upon the page. Old lovers. Drawings of her face, her lips. The next page she replies in clear writing. It's painful. I want to tear out the pages and start everything anew. But I don't know if that would be right. (Right, according to whom?) I need a new book to throw myself in to, a blank canvas. I am torn, still, I am torn. The sketches may be old, but those habits, those moods, those ideas remain all the more steadfast. Nothing has changed; everything has changed.

It Lives!

The new throttle cable works well, and I spray-bombed the pipes black. Iggy and I will have to see about eventually painting the tank and plastics black too. Anyways, for now it runs.

XS 400 Progress

So far I've replaced the front brake lever, topped up the brake fluid, tightened the kickstand, and changed the oil in my '82 Yamaha XS 400 Special. I picked up a set of handlebars from Victoria Motorcycle Salvage, but unfortunately the throttle cable broke after installing them. I had noticed the throttle pulling a bit when turning the old bars, but I didn't think it was that worn out. Anyways, the bike is out of commission until at least Wednesday when a new throttle cable comes in. It's definitely turning into a bit of a project, but it feels so good to have the freedom of the road. This part can't come soon enough --I want to get out of here! I still need to cut a new key and (eventually) clean the carburators out, but the throttle cable will get it running again. Anyways, here's a picture of the bike with new bars.

Pieces

I don't know who I am anymore. I always feel so alone.

Wheels

First ride on my new baby (the blue '82 Yamaha XS 400 Special). I have to bleed the front brakes, tighten up some bolts, and cut a new key for it today. It could probably use an oil change too, but it runs!

Love and Anarchy

Touchups and fresh ink. Brrrap!

Recollections

Why is it that the happiest memories hurt the most? The future seems so bleak and uncertain. Where is the spark I once had? All the energy is gone. Life is constantly a battle - a war of attrition. I feel so utterly alone sometimes. I regret so much; I miss so much. Who am I anymore? Does anyone even need me? Nothing makes sense.

The Revolution Is Now!

Stimulator's recap of the Toronto G20: