They Aren't hell's Angels at All

I had a nasty and scary Hell's Angels dream last night. As I was trying to get out of the circle of sin, I was pulled over by two police who were nice to me. I had no license for a motorcycle and I had been drinking. They took care of me and things were fine. I feel the weight of Sturgis coming down on me. Fellas, I have never been there. We would plan Triptiks around the rally for AAA travel. My Rape and Sexual Abuse Project that I did as an independent project at Hamline University (St. Paul, MN) had a true Sturgis rape story, but I was unaware and I was told that it was a work of fiction. Stop raping and take care of business already. It is all witchery and these women love it. Why are they still on the back of your Harley's already? Put the punch where the pain will be. Beat them away and then lock them down TOGETHER to go after one another. Stay away from me unless you want to be of use. F**k all of you for the dream and for aligning with my Kawasaki riding father in the 70's.