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[sid] => 31448
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Destination Dead
[time] => 2004-01-12 06:26:56
[hometext] => As you can tell by the read, this was inspired by street racing. Enjoy.
[bodytext] => Here we go again Another bout Another win The smell of burning rubber As the gears shift in Slam them down A swig of bottled sin A glance to the right He grins at me Then we break sight Pedal to the metal Tonight he's gonna cry When take his woman And poor excuse for a ride Theres the winning circle up ahead Flip the switch, slam the button And I nitro towards the bread I take him with ease and laugh out Before I slam on the breaks and fill with dread I can't stop, there's a curve! Someone help me! 720 degrees, three flips later.. I'm dead. Intoxication Supped up creation Exhileration Destination Termination Dead. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 39 [informant] => lostinlimbo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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