Posted by Pat Leech and Napolean, with my guitar, holding my coronation. Live with me here, pretend not to know (and smile deeply) that they're after me, and they'll be after you too, soon. I'm Abbie Hoffman listening to Abby Road, and I am Jimmy Hoffa also. Together we could run from them, and use each other's hopes and wits to escape each other's delusions and illusions. I'm growing bald . . . and I'm growing old. Don't let me grow bald and old. Look at me (and deeply smile), and pretend, and defend, and make me believe it too. See only flowers, because Nothing's gonna change my world. Give your time and youth to me, and please smile so deeply. But I'm already dead, and there's nothing you can or could do. Self-inflicted gun-shot, assasination, fleeing to the coast of an island, or just disappearing. I'm so sorry, Richard Cory, I let you down, I let it be.
on 10/26/2002, 11:13 am
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I'm John Lennon
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