Phil Stewart's Page

I need to leave for the day, the week the month, hell, just get out of here. Not that I don't enjoy being here, I do. But when all things are considered, I'd rather be somewhere else, know the feeling? Digging deeply through fading memories produces a veritable avalanche of ideas, none of which hits me. So I will simply trundle off and get on a motorcycle and ride aimlessly, grasping for curves, and hills anything to stimulate whats ailing me. Ailing, as if I am diseased or sick or maybe its just sick of, yes that is it, but what am I sick of, can't say, but a quick ride will cure it, of that I'm sure.