Mosdef. I love a whole bunch of songs I probably never would have listened to at all because of ski and surf movies. Practically every time I'm at the top of a line and I'm trying to get my mind right to ski it well, some relevant ski movie segment comes to mind and the song starts playing in my mind. I love it.
Watched a bunch of ski porn with the gf at Mammoth last week. At the beginning of the week she thought it was such a bizarre, pointless waste of time to watch the same shit over and over again. By the end of the week, I had her analyzing her own skiing and comparing it to the video and trying to incorporate what she saw into her own skiing. By the end of the week, every time we got back to the cabin, she'd throw a vid in right away and start gawking.
It's an active mental process for me. It's not like watching a sitcom or something.
I should want to cook him a simple meal, but I shouldn't want to cut into him, to tear the flesh, to wear the flesh, to be born unto new worlds where his flesh becomes my key.
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