Word to the max. Fat stax and racks. I’m just sitting here trying to relax. There isn't a reason. I have nothing to say. I could move my lips but fish don’t talk. The TV doesn't interact it just plays. Passing my time. My time. Will come. I know for certain but life is to be enjoyed and it’s hard to enjoy life when your a slave in the frozen tundra. That's what the TV tells me. I like to think. I need that time. But that time and this time are dependant on future. And sometimes. It’s important. But sometimes. Time takes away your chance to make a bike team. I’m bored. And excited for tomorrow. But this shit. Is never. Going to end.