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Old 05-24-2008, 04:42 PM   #1
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Bicycles and Underwear

I don’t wear underwear. I have my reasons.
I also don’t own a car in a city without public transportation. They honk in anger and frustration and I picture myself strewn out, skin bleeding and bones broken, bicycle wheels still spinning.
My body is an indeterminate pose, and moments from death I should struggle with bent fingers to say fuck you and thanks for running me over, but I don’t need to. My pants are ripped, my bumcheeks exposed. There’s the salute I needed; there’s the final gesture. Bottoms up, asshole.
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don’t wear underwear. I have my reasons.
I also don’t own a car in a city without public transportation. They (who and why?)honk in anger and frustration and I picture myself strewn out, skin bleeding and bones broken, bicycle wheels still spinning.

My body is an indeterminate pose(should it be 'My body is IN an indeterminate pose.'?) , and moments from death I should(past tense and previous is present) struggle with bent fingers to say fuck you and thanks for running me over, but I don’t need to. My pants are ripped, my bumcheeks exposed. There’s the salute I needed; there’s the final gesture. Bottoms up, asshole.
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