Feel asleep writing this post, jeez it's late.
Here we have a fearless Mothball, ready to take on whatever daring challenge Empire Canyon presents him. Confined by dangerous and over-cautious weather conditions might have restricted new achievements on the back-country routes, but enlightenment through refining inscribed skills brightens the soul. Just like riding a bike your abilities return instantly upon the first jump off the lift.
Once again righteously rivaling last time, euphoria passively transpired throughout the escapades. To release everything from your body as you transform into a blur down the cliff flashes signs of attained Nirvana. Interrupting this experience to help any and every downed young participant brings peace to the soul. Southern hospitality erupting snow covered mountains.
Songs grow out of these kinds of spiritual experiences
I can't dodge my calling. Infected with a conspiring virus to expand music beyond any decibel level possible consumes all my thoughts. The very second I hear riveting sound in my head or around me, I lose my mind in it. Witnessing absolute madness in performances excites every tingling sense in my body.
Isn't it funny referring something young as old?
If you want to join me along this journey:
Call yourself one of the Falcohlics.
