there is a heaviness about me tonight,
as if the walls might cave in on me
and yet there are the thinly veiled intentions
how much time has got to pass?
looking crafty as a victim,
its all so much sensationalized moral seriousness
laughing through the pain,
she is wishing for me to die
you are victim enough for me, i won’t play one
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Deer have been trying to kill me but I am fighting back. My T120R Bonneville has taken out 2 of them so far with only a couple broken ribs on my side The bike is like my child- there is only the frame and engine cases left from the factory and I have done all the work except for the head which was ported by Leo Goff of Memphis. It wears a 740 kit, Hyde valve gear, Boyer ignition, Morgo oil pump, JRC flatslide carbs and Lockheed front disc. It still has the R cams and tappets, which first were used on the only Triumph factory racer, the 500 GP, which won Isle of Mann in 48. Even though the exhaust does not say come frolic with me woodland creatures, the deer came racing out of the adirondack darkness and tackled my bike. These critters are now working through the food chain and the bike is here with me in BC, where it has become badass evil with its new black tank and no bullshit scarred chrome. I have 2 more unconfirmed kills with my Chevy and Toyota, but there seems no drama running them over with a truck. I credit my survial with wearing the Dead Man's Hat, a white helmet I inherited from a fomer bike shop client (yellow S Norton) who decided he was more fond of heroin than being alive. The helmet renders me invulnerable since the wearer is already a ghost and hence cannot be killed. There is something a little different about riding a machine you built with your own hands and it takes on a personality of its own after our 23 years together. My little boy all grown up to be a killer.
Wow! I got the identical e-mail from this 'sincere' guy.
I MEAN identical !!! Now I feel sooo gullible and used.
Creepy.
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