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Escape? Lemme tell ya’…
That’s what you paid for…
Trample the detonator to throttle
A screeching stench of tearing rubber…
Neck-snapping…
Fantasy rush.
Each one of these babies came
With a full charge of swagger.
Say every girl didn’t swoon
At this rocketing past…
Hell…
You believed it…
And perception… that’s a
Big-assed part of truth.
Right?
Were you mistaken?
Like, you gotta’ know,
If you don’t make mistakes…
You ain’t making nothin’.
After that reckless feeling that came with each of these cars… The guy-fantasy of pulling on a super-hero costume that made little-pimply you invisible inside it’s sleek exoskeleton. Every fourteen year old boy’s cloak of seduction. Within this beast you were the rocker who became a movie star with an explosive ball of light beneath your foot. Or at least you figured you’d be all of that if somehow.. you could only grow up to buy one.
Canon 40D, Table top art, PS4: custom filters, AlienSkin: SnapArt3: Water Color, Alien Skin Bokeh2: Custom settings, Exposure4 – custom effects.