Getting around San Francisco just got easier, at least if you don’t mind a little bit of wind in your face. The Scoot Network and its fleet of electric-powered scooters just announced that it was expanding, adding five new locations for riders around the city for a grand total of 17 Scoot hubs.
What is Scoot, exactly? Think a CitiBike or ZipCar membership but for green-friendly, Vespa-like mopeds. Since launching 16 months ago, Scoot claims its members have treaded over 50,000 miles, and have kept 62,000 pounds of CO2 out of the environment.
If my life is a book
How many chapters will it have?
Is it a book of poems and ideals or short stories
Maybe my life is made up of many books
Each telling a story about the most recent hang up
The last lover I couldnt get over
My current adventure possibly
What if my life is just an article
Nothing but the basic bullshit
Only there as a last goodbye
I’d rather my life be a legend
A story that will never die
Full of endless love and lust
Possibly with utter defeat
Broken hearts and lost faith
Sex and drugs and fucking music man
I want there to be fucking music
I’ll take the good times and the bad
The smart and the dumb
The shades of grey and the silver linings
The god damned sunny days and the rainy days too
Highs and lows and wins and losses
I want my life to be a story
A heart wrenching gut busting story
The type of story that could never be true
I want people to read my story and feel something
I want my story to inspire people
To scare people
And to give people the courage to go head first into that scary shit
It’s fucking life
It’s all we have
Don’t read my story
Go out and make your own
The way I feel
How I have no motivation to go out
To see anyone
To open any book
I feel fatigued
My head hurts
Quite possibly due to the multiple cups of extra bold coffee I’ve been drinking every day for the past 2 weeks
The caffeine must be weak in my veins
All the receptors in my brain
Whatever the hell they’re called
are now begging me for another cup
And so badly I want one
But I won’t
I’m going to starve this addiction clean
At least until tomorrow
When I have another cup
Maybe I’ll just ween myself off
That seems fair
The zombie apocalypse has begun.
The mindless masses move in heards,
Now knowing anything.
Reacting to any stimulus in their environment.
Crowding around the soulful.
Feeding off the few who fight to stay alive.
Eating them alive.
Tearing them down.
Creating more numb monsters to join the crowd.
This is happening.
Open your eyes to the truth.
Open your mind to your soul.
Be as you as you can be.
Fight off the undead who have fallen victim to the cultural ideals of today.
If you lead, you will live.
A man spits on the ground in between drags of his menthol cigarette
While he picks bits of wax from the corners of his finger nails and flicks them onto the gravel driveway
He takes a long drag and tosses the butt on the ground and steps on
Three times with the toe of his white and black high top converse
Laced all the way up and tied neatly
He turns around and heads back across the drive into his work shop.
He’s working on a new piece.
It’s only legs and a torso at the moment
but in time this will be another work of art to add to the museum
He turns up the volume on the old radio which is covered in wax from years of use during his work sessions
It’s a surprise it still works.
Creedance Clearwater revival - have you ever seen the rain is playing.
He knods his head twice in approval of the song and gets to work.
You can be like the water
But remember that life is a river
Which continually flows
The earth that gets swept away with the current of the river may become sedentary
also diminishing over time
The wind that swirls above the river
Has no order
and no home
The fire that rages on the banks
Cannot possibly survive in the water
Water flows over and around any obstacle life brings its way
The water always moves on
Always moving forward