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James Dean (Haiku) by horus8

Slept on my mother straight across America. To race motor bike. Told Strausberg, "fuck off", "I wont break it to fix it". Just make a new one. I was a poet before a race car driver. The same kind of speed. Silent with a smoke I brought them all to their knees to beg them, GET UP!

royalflesh 3-Nov-02/10:12 PM
i've seemed to have misplaced the packaging, or rather, plastic wrap that so innocently safeguarded my cigarettes...i suppose last night's waif (?) must have taken them, the cigarettes too. Anyways, the story continues nicely...as usual. * I accidently erased one of your comments on my poem...so my typos will unfortunately stay as there is too much sadness in that poem...i'll fix it someday. but thanks, I appreciate your help. always.
*"do i know u ?"

only as i know they




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