bikergod420
Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
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Member Since: Sep 6, 2008

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bikergod420 wrote on alainlampron's noteboard ( Aug 17, 2009 at 14:15 )
thank you, i understand it is a little different, but thats what makes it so good

bikergod420 wrote on bikergod420's noteboard ( Oct 8, 2008 at 23:17 )
white glasses and a haze in the air. lenses so black the night seems to loose its city limied orange glow. three bored losers, a fresh bowl in the pipe and a half a tank of gas...what to do, what to do. the truck fills with an layer of wasted breath. rise against becomes the sound track to our pathetic lives. the night never seems to end. "its gotta be like fucking 11:30" the clock reads 9:25. this is a perfect fucking night. we're not trying to live for any particular moment...just wasting time. we feed off of each other, we share our loinlyness to live. through the black smog of the shadowy night, in the hot boxed truck, dazed vision and confused perseptions. this is the perfect night. nothing could ruin it. we are losers every day, all day...but tonight we're heros, we're gods, we're perfect.

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alainlampron wrote
Aug 17, 2009 at 6:57
Your writing is extremely interesting. Hope you are doing it regularly. Thanks for sharing!

flowrider5 wrote
Apr 17, 2009 at 17:22
yo man pm about the halos

Brandon-atomik wrote
Dec 25, 2008 at 22:16
hey sorry i just picked up some mavic 721 rims

bikergod420 wrote
Oct 8, 2008 at 23:17
white glasses and a haze in the air. lenses so black the night seems to loose its city limied orange glow. three bored losers, a fresh bowl in the pipe and a half a tank of gas...what to do, what to do. the truck fills with an layer of wasted breath. rise against becomes the sound track to our pathetic lives. the night never seems to end. "its gotta be like f*cking 11:30" the clock reads 9:25. this is a perfect f*cking night. we're not trying to live for any particular moment...just wasting time. we feed off of each other, we share our loinlyness to live. through the black smog of the shadowy night, in the hot boxed truck, dazed vision and confused perseptions. this is the perfect night. nothing could ruin it. we are losers every day, all day...but tonight we're heros, we're gods, we're perfect.