Friday 4 September 2009

Wroom

Speed. How glorious is it not to burst forward in hope of dying young and beautiful? You see yourself through the eyes of others; daring, courageous, dangerous. The power it instills in you bursts out of every pore, every fragment of your being. You could kill someone, you know, and yet you do it. Because it feels good. It feels right. It feels like you could die today, and still live forever.

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