#slammin

この間タイ旅行してきた。タイ料理も久しぶりの南国の海も良かったけど、バンコクでの夜は最高だった。バンコクでの夜の話はまた別で…(勿論変態なお遊びも)w

I got a fun request for you.?

Wat about Rod torque redline in some silly situation .? 😄

HELLO OMGGGGG so late........... but here.. THANK YOU FOR THE request tho, it IS very fun... I had a hard time thinking what's a good silly situation... but it only donned to me that the silliest situation with him is,, him playing basketball so enthusiastically!!! I love him..

One of his voice lines in the cars 2 vg, he says "Roddd Reddlineee.. SLAMMIN!". And I'm like, WHAT!?!? you are so funny wow. SORRY!! it's just a doodle.. I can't do like, super complicated stuff yet.. hope u like it tho huhu

He is just, so happy because of basketball

It hit me then, when I was walking home with my mom after spending the day over by a friend. It was a kind of euphoria, and I came to recognize it as forthcoming with every intensely happy feeling I have. It would feel as if I were standing on the moon and looking down on the Earth, as if I were beholding something beautiful, familiar, and far away. I wouldn’t call it a bad feeling, but it does reel me back in. I’d stop seeing only the happy things, and I’d remember where I stand, here on this Earth. The street would unfold around me with stars overhead, and I’d hear my mother’s footsteps echoing my own. With the feeling still in my heart, I’d watch and wonder at the people that passed, and wonder what their lives were like, and if they ever had a similar feeling. It was too easy for me to get carried away in happy things. Emotions swell and rage like an ocean, be they happiness, sadness, anger, or bitterness, and for all of them I needed my anchor. It was only ever in the happy feelings that I’d get caught up in. It felt like if I let myself go, I could forget any reasons I’d have for ever being sad, and I wouldn’t be myself if I forgot. I needed the bitter with the sweet, and too much happy was intoxicating. If the sweet became sickly, it’d be painful to swallow.

So I’ll accept my happiness as fleeting, and enjoy its stay but never mourn its passing. It wouldn’t do very good to let myself sink into an ocean that was going to dry up.

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It’s ya boy Pea Space Cock here, back at it again with some more Slammin’ Slam Poetry.