Your a troll? lol
Hey, man, the carver may be a troll, but he's a genius, man. You listen to him. The man's enlarged my mind. He's a poet-warrior in the classic
sense. I mean sometimes he'll, uh, well, you'll say hello to
him, right? And he'll just ignore you, and he won't even
notice you. And suddenly he'll grab you, and he'll throw you in
a corner, and he'll say do you know that 'if' is the middle
word in life? If you can keep your head when all about you are
losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when
all men doubt you -- I mean I'm no, I can't -- I'm a little man, I'm a little
man, he's, he's a great man. I should have been a pair of ragged claws
scuttling across floors of silent seas. Can you feel the vibe of this place?
Why would a nice guy like you wanna ask a genius if he is a troll? You know that the man really likes you. He likes you, he
really likes you. He's got something in mind for you. Aren't
you curious about that? I'm curious, I'm very curious. You
curious? There's something happening out there, man.
You know something, man, I know something that you don't
know. That's right, jack. The man is clear in his mind, but his
soul is mad. Oh yeah. He's dying, I think. He hates all
this, he hates it! But ... the man's ... uh ... he reads poetry out
loud, alright? And a voice! A voice. He likes you because
you're still alive. He's got plans for you. Nah, nah, I'm not
going to help you, you're going to help him, man. You're going
to help him. I mean, what are they going to say, man, when he's
gone, huh? Because he dies, when it dies, man, when it
dies, he dies. What are they going to say about him? What, are
they going to say, he was a kind man, he was a wise man, he had
plans, he had wisdom? Bullsh-t, man! Am I going to be the one,
that's going to set them straight? Look at me, wrong.
Do you know what the man is saying? Do you? This is dialectics.
It's very simple dialectics. One through nine, no maybes, no
supposes, no fractions -- you can't travel in space, you can't go out
into space, you know, without, like, you know, with fractions -- what
are you going to land on, one quarter, three-eighths -- what are you
going to do when you go from here to Venus or something -- that's
dialectic physics, OK? Dialectic logic is there's only love and hate, you
either love somebody or you hate them.
And I mean, I'm not going to buy a bike and restore it, Ill be building it from parts I buy from the usual places piece by piece. This is what I have coming so far.
Or I may challenge yall with stuff like, I want a KX tank, seat and plastics on an 89-04 KDX. Maybe even YZ stuff if all its takes is moving a few mounts! LOL
