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a piece of history


there's this building in Ocala. about a 10 minute walk from where i used to live. by an intersection with a gas station, and a bridge over some train tracks. a used car lot diagonally across the street from it. we never knew what exactly was made in the building but it has this very industrial feeling. tony and i used to go skate there all the time.

there's a gap inbetween the bulding and the end of the fence on the right side. and we could squeeze through it, every once in a while, right before sunset, we would squeeze in. and go around the back side of the building to the left. and climb up in this dock of some sort. then be all primate and climb up columns, and pipes to the top of the building.

it's really high up compared to the rest of the buildings around it. you can see the huge white water tower up 8th street to the south. across the street from tuscawilla recreation park. the train tracks ran right by it. and every time we were up there a train would go by. and we would watch the sunset, and everyone underneath us. looking off as far as our line of sight could take us.

we would sit up there for hours with our skateboards. talking about where we want to end up in a few years,and if we'll still be friends. how our relationships will go. school. finding jobs so we can buy cars to work on together and impress everyone.

then we would make the climb down, which is a lot scarier thengoing up for some reason. jump the fence. skate our way back towards our houses *across the street from each other* through the industrial park. a lot of random businesses for random things. local storage. plumbing. a skaye shop. a body and detail shop. and for some reason a heluim shop? glass factory.

there was this place with a... 5 and a half foot loading dock. i dont remember the name of the place for the life of me.

i just remember they used to let us in and have water when it was summer time because it got so hot.

for years we tried to ollie off of that dock and land it in the parking lot 8 feet over. we could never do it though. the shock from landing would always trip us up. or we couldn't keep our boards under us. or we couldn't jump far enough.

we set up a ramp once and tony jumped it on his bike. but landing so hard on the concrete blew his tire lol. he was so mad.

his little brother thomas would follow us around all the time. barely managing to stay on his board. zack never wanted to come. and when he did come he would always lag at least half a street behind. he's never really been in to the same things we were.

i wonder if we had shared a more similar interest then, if we would have a better relationship now.

when we were all done skating Coastline. thats the name of the place. Coastline.

we would walk back to tony's and he always had the better video games. and the faster computer. and the more leisurely parents. and we would stay in their game room for the rest of the night and most of the next morning. tony and i would d**k around on the computer. we had just dscovered what myspace was in the summer of 05.

but before that we would have a microphone and record our pretend talk show Lovewire. lol where we took phone calls and answered anyone's questions about pretty much anything. love, relationsips. sex. life. work. marriage.

we would both be the hosts. and have opinions. and he made me do the voices for the calls because he was always too cool to make himself sound dorky.

we would even pick songs to fade in and out for commercials we would make up and breaks. we were in love with listening to Adam Sandlers parody songs. and wierd al. icp.

lol i remember one call we did word for word.

I pretended to be this guy Joe. and tony kept calling him john. and joe had problems. "yeah guys... I.. this is embarassing but. I can't keep it up for my wife. it's not like i'm not attracted to her or anything. but i just can't flow" lol god we were so dumb. i had the brightest idea at the time and said "well joe. i've got just the fix. The Ejacutron 3000" lmao. made it up on the spot.

and tony's laughing his a** off. he says lol "that sounds like some horrid torture machine dude. i wouldn't go near it"

and we laughed too much to finish the show for another two hours.

we would do that a lot. for a very long time. laugh so much. dream of being famous pro-skate boarders like mike v. tony hawk and rodney mullen. i wanted to be a rockstar. we skated to blink 182 and the distillers every day in his drive way. he built a quarter pipe eventually with our frient matt. and they were pissed because i learned how to drop in on it first.

we almost started a car washing business for fun in the sun times.

but then i got in to high school with him and we forgot about that car washing nonsense. we washed cars in class for a grade in Auto Service class.

Mr, mac was out teacher. i just found it such a appropriate name for a guy who hangs around tools all day

but high school with tony is another story

and i've talked for a good 40 minutes now. so thats your peice of wayne story/history for the night.




late night thoughts

With a silver tongue, trained in the art of eloquence and rhetoric, i've come to learn a more useful tactic then thorough discourse of hearts never in a physical realm at similar times. I've matched it's art to the waves of the oceans; depth unmatched on our planet. So fluid as a stream, yet not just a dry billabong in our collaboration known as cliche society. Sway it through palm leaves and trees touched by the brightest yellows, the deepest orange, and the most passionate red. Such a complexity as a conical shell cut by golden rectangles in such a geometric term. But it's not a flat world is it? All geometry is disproved and wrong by time the world is known to be a sphere, hence calculus and the inventions of new sciences infused with more math then any will need to survive. I survive. What happened to basic instinct survival? Power lines stretched for miles to the coast on huge towers wrought of iron and such metals to provide the framework for another teenage love story, all hearts hopeful toward a happy ending. graze that skyline with the cheek of your cornea and breath it in through every pore. You can't find beauty as imaginative and grounded moon bright blues in those eyes that lash out at the world softly spoken harsh to brittle egos. Self-esteems are so so damn low these days. Silver wrought tongues make or break them. The motions to wrap vines around it and nestle it nourishingly, with the cast centuries of cunning enough to sharply take it at the weakest points and tumble it to knees begging for mercy. Oh god please. Please spare the maladies, from miles and miles they come. Only to be known for a fact that it's a deeper hurt than that in the foregrounds to your arms reach. So why do we even try? Damn it. It shouldn't exist. Fiber optics and Ethernets. Local Area Networks. Oh but wait, it's the very locality of it that breaks it, seeing it's never very local at all is it? So LAN is a broken acronym... could love be an acronym? LOVE. Lucid----Oppressive----Vicious----Enigmatic
That doesn't sound very right at all. I don't have a lexicon vast enough to cover it all completely. It's such an open word.



The Ocean

A model of The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe
for literature class.

Throw me in to the Ocean, i'll flow with liquid motion you'll see
Falling gracefully to the bottom of the sea attached to the reef-
I will become as my colours come undone and my song left unsung
What a pity fall it is to call me for what I can't be
For what you want I cannot be so you throw me in to sea
Leave me there to drown at sea

A new angel rises from the depth of my surprises deep wonder
For if this were not my sea i know it could never be you and me
For if you were not my Ocean this tune would never be hummed
Drive me through bridges under neath this place i call my green sea
Yet your eyes are brown and lovely my world goes unconciously
To the depths of deep blue me

There's a shimmer from below where i do bestow my unto you
A quake so tremendous it shatters the reef and place i sleep so deep
Give me a nod and watch a flower bloom in a sun brightened room
Where we learn to waltz in counts of three. One two three. On two three.
How many counts are in a waltz? I think it's six, counted three
This dance we pranced made of me

But we never saw it coming like deer running in come the headlights
We never saw the nights last forever we turned an infinity
Into a place of deep rest and grace and love for the life of it
Such a place of patience and knowledge known not but serenity
These are the lives cut of you, the lives of me, the the lives of we
A life envisioned clearly

A life so clearly envisioned it leads me back to sit here and think
The thoughts against ration and reason so simply put far beyond me
For what makes a life so helpless as hopeless romance at whim
Where you travel smooth pavement and tarmac a feather in breeze
To see places in people in mankind gracious as ash trees
For this is a heart at sea

Oh please do believe that this is completely beyond logical thought
But it's such a thought of thoughts that brings it all to the make you percieve
Such an ancient new age tradition so worth repitition
Repition of heart and soul which reflects my deep blue sea
Because the sea so blue is the colour of my energy
I'll always have you, my Sea.

K. Wayne Brostrom Jr.