A... few things.

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Some music, vids, thoughts.

As a hermit, I might know?  I do say.

They... don't want to hear.  They would murder me, if they only could.

Beyond the list of things I won't accept in a woman?  What am I looking for?  Here.

But more?  Yes.

Oh, and I keep dreaming about the motorcycle accident.  More like 22:45(ish) and 32:45(ish)... (#s 19 and 2).  Not that fast, as I said.  But... being tossed to land on my temple, and then roll three times, plus have the bike coming after me?  That... wasn't... nothing.  Though I do get where it might have looked like that from behind, where my friend was standing.  Put yourself behind the crashes, in your mind, that I have indicated.  The... accidents would have looked much tamer.  So... yeah, I get that, now.

Something I didn't think about, until the dreams?  Remember the patches of skin I lost?  4 to 5 inch squares, half inch deep at the worst, in four places?  They are down to just quarter to dime sized scars by the way.  That... wasn't what... caught up to me.

It was the fact that I not only bumped my temple first, but... dragged on my face a bit.  That... isn't remarkable.  What is remarkable is that I didn't loose any skin.  I didn't even scrape through to a bleed, or even just scrape some skin off.  How is that even possible?  Yea.  That's what... caused my breath to catch.  It snapped my glasses, right at the temple.

Which... reminds me.  If weather is warm enough, it is time to get back on the bike.  Meh.  I have gear this time.

Oh, just... doing some thinking, looking, and sharing it out.  Be well.  Later.