howlin’ at the moon

“…and that’s when the strange music starts, when you stretch your luck so far that fear becomes exhilaration and vibrates along your arms. You can barely see at a hundred; the tears blow back so fast that they vaporize before they get to your ears. the only sounds are the wind and a dull roar floating back from the mufflers. You watch the white line and try to lean with it … howling through a turn to the right, then to the left, and down the long hill to Pacifica… letting off now, watching for cops, but only until the next dark stretch and another few seconds on the edge…the Edge… there is no honest way to explain it because people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. the other—the living—are those who pushed their control as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later.”

  1. July 15, 2014 at 12:33

    M-au poșetat colegele din motiv de clip deschis la muncă. Cucoaiele mele îți mulțumește!

  2. July 15, 2014 at 13:10

    haoleu, maica…da ti-a placut? is bune? daca da, cate? are prieten? scoate cureaua si arata-le ca barbatu’ ie sefu la corporatie! poze, daca se poate :D. poti sa le arati poza asta, ca sa inteleaga la ce te referi

    • July 15, 2014 at 14:57

      nam io treaba cu fomeile. oricum ele e cu broboada

  3. July 15, 2014 at 21:14

    broboada, nebroboada. gaura tinde la plin!

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