Things I Think About When I Cycle...

I like to think about my hands, I imagine them in all different kinds of orientations, I imagine them slightly bigger than they actually are, sometimes I see them fighting, one hand against the other, then a third turns up and get's stick in, sometimes this third hand has a finger missing, sometimes it is crying, other times it's stoic, towards the end of the fight the hands kind of make up, they get over their differences and all work together to invent something futuristic, I imagine giving them a small laser pointer for their birthday present, they use it in their experiments, sometimes for good, sometime for bad.

Hands.
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