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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 4-Nov-02/7:35 PM
as it is even slightly interesting....it does matter. everything matters and has a weight or etheral throw in our existence even if you think it doesn't or shouldn't. grendal? how should i know the difference as I still and alwayws hold you high upon my shelf...next to the green sea glass and beautiful broken bottles found along the tide line - before their taken back. You; stand tall and take it easy on the winded. They've already had their time...to be upon their knees...yielding to you before them.




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