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YO HOMY G DOG! What the hell? what the hell did I just write? I don't s'pose it makes a hell of a difference, eh? So I'm sitting here, listening to the footprints of the crazies down the street! "OH MAN, CHECK THIS SHIT OUT!" YEP, but what are they checking out? My suspicion now creeps up my bed and pops up in my face HELLO! it says, so I get up and crawl down the side of my house and follow the invisible bunny tracks. 'til that talons grow off the side of the earth... oops What's this I ask my self a broken beer bottle... WHAT THE HELL? OH it's nothing..least nothing important... EEK A CAR A CAR! Should I run or just sit here in front of these headlights? What the hell, I'm no deer.. I RUN! It's no use.. I still get pulled under the cars razer like mouth (??) swallowed up and devoured by motor oil and saw dust? Saw dust! Am I in hell..must be..there's my sister.. Ha ha, guess I'm not such a lucky person after all at least it was a car and not a banana peel, eh? what the hell?Uh, I think I was more along the line of babbling instead of writing so I don't care if you write something like "you're crazy" or like.."You're a loser." and Dave Adams if you read this poem..know..it's just a babble and not a pome... Written March 28th, 2002 © on Mar 28 2002 02:21 PM PST   10 • 0