I am sitting at the exhaust, windpipe open. Hit the gas, I'm thirsty. It's the open air, you say. Dissipation, you call it. But my bikeback vasculature smarts at the implication that your acceleration doesn't ensure I'm lost.
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I am sitting at the exhaust, windpipe open. Hit the gas, I'm thirsty. It's the open air, you say. Dissipation, you call it. But my bikeback vasculature smarts at the implication that your acceleration doesn't ensure I'm lost.