Thursday, October 12, 2006

fuck--my bike--its gone



oh, black bianchi, how good you were to me...did i treat you so poorly? why go home with some vicious and rabid hoodlum? the hip streets of portland will do you no good without me. sometime mr. milano you'll see me walking and wish you hadn't left. you with yr smug and dirty soul, yr broken fender and yr non-working seat light, oh who am i kidding, i want you bck, wnt ya bck sooo bad.

3 comments:

DUSIE said...

how sad...

so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster


RIP

Hot Whiskey Press said...

What's that gold shit around the wheel? I don't remember that gold shit.

Hayes said...

hotwhiskers...thats just a picture i found on the internet...no old fender indeed...in fact my front fender is gloriously broken at the fork!