Do it.
Right. Man, that’s Right.
Man, you do it. Forever.
This time. But a moment.
Bookends, bookended. Right.
For once I. Never mind. Open.
Spaced out under heat lamps.
Faster, faster. Do it. Heat up.
Does this fast car really? Stop?
Drive on. Like an earthquake.
Right on. Like forever. Stop?
In this life we.
16.8.08
Do it.
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