Suck, Squeeze, Bang, Blow.
All the objectives and qualities of a successful mission.
Wait as the people roll on wheels home, we scan and get mocked at.
The wide earth, shade of pale.
Goof troops.
Motor heads tryin to peak at the newest ride to handle.
09 challenger all gravy.
"YOU, oh you, love, love and you, yes you in love me, yea you.
yea you, and when i hold you what at feeling, seems so good to be true,
i must be dreaming...." Intro to sax and fades to...and i love you.
People come for the cleanness of a car that stands alone with bullet shell
mags in the cockpit seat ready to recharge and aim at the exhaust
hose with pressure bout to burst through the cap
that holds nothin but solvent and dirt.
Fade by and do the combustion routine: S.S.B.B.
Watch as they try to leave normal lives with hopelessness in there
bodies.
Mada-fuchers.
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