Some Motivation for your Head

Greetings, Jerks. This winter reminds me of a dead Ron Jeremy - cold, long, and gross. It can be hard to find motivation. STLPAF Dave seems to have found some with new bling for the season, but when you're that pro you had better have some phat blang.

For the rest of us, I have something for you to keep in mind and get you in the proper frame of mind for the upcoming season which will surely be the best yet. A little poem that Le Professeur turned me onto, entitled "Invictus" by William Ernst Henley:

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

It's no Regulator, but then again, what is? I think I'll have this passage in my head each time I think about pussing out or taking a trip to the beach - the beach of sandy vag's. Kind of like a literary VDS-12.

I'm off work on monday, let's get a ride going! Anyone up for some hills?

-Casey F. Ryback