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Last night I was riding on the back of Justin’s motorcycle, going sixty five down Route 31. Not an outstanding incident in and of itself, but I had the strangest urge to fling myself off the back of the bike. The rational part of my brain said that if I did something so stupid, and at such an odd angle, I would wind up quadriplegic or dead or horribly maimed and disfigured; but something else told me that if I let go, I would fly, and land harmlessly over on the shoulder.
I don’t know which of the outcomes surprises me more.
It wasn't suicidal- at least, not in the textbook sense- but it was such an odd sensation. Time stood still for those few seconds, and I knew I wouldn't have gotten hurt had I jumped.
I might not have ever been seen again, but I wouldn't have been hurt.
I don’t know which of the outcomes surprises me more.
It wasn't suicidal- at least, not in the textbook sense- but it was such an odd sensation. Time stood still for those few seconds, and I knew I wouldn't have gotten hurt had I jumped.
I might not have ever been seen again, but I wouldn't have been hurt.
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Maybe it has something to do with elements? Mine is obviously water... I think yours might be air...
Doesn't that sound fanfic-ey?
Maybe I should get in touch with Justin, so I can have a ride on his motorcycle? Hmmmm...
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Actually I was talking to Justin last night about you. He told me to tell you to go to his house to go swimming in his pool. You want his #?
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Yeah, I know you & Justin talked, since he was asking me for my LJ URL. :P Oh, well. I'm not really all that interested in hanging out with him, actually.