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Nov 15, 2008 20:57

My fingers slip somewhere around 87 miles per hour, skin on leather; rubber on asphalt. Raw, untamed power rumbling to life underneath my body and playfully threatening to kill me as we skid, skid, fly. Through the curves. Through the perfect weather. Through the perfect black smog settling down on the city this pretty Saturday afternoon. Things ( Read more... )

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uzican November 16 2008, 22:25:06 UTC
I like to pretend that I can write
I've got a bunch of gunk saved in a secret place on my computer
But I doubt I could do a decent job with any fic hahaha

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uzican November 17 2008, 08:41:01 UTC
I know but I have standards
Well, some standards

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