The approaching curve

There's a curve up ahead
And I'm going too fast
No looking back now
I'm going too fast
Can't slow down
I'm going too fast
Got to make this turn
I'm going too fast
Going to hold on tighter
I'm going too fast
Close my eyes
I'm going too fast

The lost works

I found this recently in my room. I wrote it a while back. I wouldn't call it a poem. Just an analyzation.

Relieve the pain.
Stop the bleeding.
Heal the scars.
Hide the fears.
Erase the memories.
And you will find.
The underlying goodness
In all human beings.

Speaking of my room, I love this song.

Let me pay my dues

No, it couldn't be, but it was. Those facial features, those eyes, too distinctive. My conversation sputtered.
My heart raced.
She saw me.
"I'll have to approach her now," I thought
She turned and smiled. "Hey whats up?" she said.
I replied the same.
To the person accompanying me I said, "Excuse me, let me pay my dues."
I walked over.
"Whats up? Long time no see," I greeting her.
She got up.
She was thicker, breasts slightly larger, hips wider. But those eyes were still the same. cleopatraesque in shape, deep dark, and full of want. Unmakeuped, her natural beauty radiated, just the way I remember. We hugged.
"So how's everything?" I asked.
She told me she was accepted into a nearby college and that she still needs to take a few math classes. Then she explained how she continues work at a local retail store and had recently acquired a new dog.
I explained my situation: graduation, math classes, Cal State Fullerton, one class in the fall.
As we talked we looked into each others eyes, trying to catch of glimpse of each others feelings, thoughts, and emotions. But our eyes were so filled with inquiry that our true feelings were shut off.
The conversation fell silent.
"Well, take care. Good seeing you," I said.
We hugged and said goodbye.
My heart raced.

Chopped sectioned bored and stroked defined

It has come to my attention that some have no idea what the title of my blog means. That's OK. I knew most wouldn't have a clue. But, I just can't leave you in the dark. So, here you go:

Chopped
In reference to lowering the top or roof by cutting and removing material from the window posts and rewelding, giving lower height and sleeker appearance to the car.

Sectioned
The removal of a horizontal strip from the central point of an automobile body with the goal of reducing the overall height of the vehicle.

Bored and stroked
Engine cylinders that have been enlarged and crankshaft has been modified to increase engine displacement.

Thank "The Rodding Roundtable" and the "Custom Clinic" for their definitions.

The deuce

chickety china of the chinese chicken. you have a drumstick and your brain starts clicken...

Now, turn around and pull your underpants down

I just had a visit to the doctor's office recently. It was the typical touch your toes and breathe deep visit. But I was most relieved when the doctor didn't perform the dreaded grabbed your nuts and cough test.
"Cool, he is not going to do it," I thought to myself.
Unfortunately, he had other ideas.
"Now, turn around and pull your underpants down," the doctor said.
"Damn it, I thought I was going to get away with," I said to myself.
Yet, what I find most confusing is how do to bid farewell a doctor after such a fondling.
Do I say, "Thank You?" Thank you for what? For grabbing my nuts? No, that wouldn't sound right.
How about, "Have a good one?" No, I'm sure after this his day could only get better. Maybe, "See you later?" Well, I don't want him to think I'm looking forward toward our next visit.
So what is a person to do?
"Good luck on your test," the doctor said (he was refering to the accompanying drug test).
To which I replied "yeathgoommmmmmm."
And, then I walked out, feeling throughly violated, with my spirits and my head down.