There's a big mountain on top. Men race up to the top on their bicycles. At the end, some starve for more violence. Some starve for soft breasts, soft asses, tongues of women. Some fight wars with rifles and die quick. Some die in the sun. Some die in the winter.
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Sunday, August 28, 2011
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