andru235 in minneapolis the other day i found myself walking past a huge crowd (100+) of bikers at a pizza shack;

i have a biker fetish show i detoured and walked through;

and while it was sexually stimulating, it was mentally stimulating too,

because there they all were, rebels that they were, acting tough, clad in leather and skull-decor;

there they were, hanging out in a big, conformed group, talking only about who had the bigger, more expensive bike;

like any other clique on the planet.

the real biker-rebel would show up on a fluorescent pink motorbike, wearing mohair
Lemon_Soda Generally a weak attempt at identity. 050607
pete the stars shone down upon the wayward pine where the rebels shivered, cold and alone, on the verge of victory. 050607
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