Saturday, July 4, 2009

New Blender Smells Like Burning

Fame tar

In three of the risks on the road.
horizon only skulls
only fire in the woods.
leave behind the remains of

alcoholics and truck drivers,

of thugs and antichrists.
as an arrow on the road risk
a blood hunt,

wind and whiskey.

escapes the sun over the plain.
A broken headlight in the dark night
each hole is a disaster, every curve a
wards.
But when the cry behind them seems
the laughter of the valley,
actually tearing the skin from the bones, burning and screaming
the third rebel.
two remain in the path of fear. Fast
toward tomorrow, tomorrow
that does not last.

Even pirates of powdered
km
become too many to go without meat

to bite and legs to be tightened.
In the middle of a desert mirage. A local

under the stars with his rock damn wild.
leave the road with caution but the deafening score

is immediately silent.
poisonous atmosphere.
ruthless fix them. With
look beyond them.
seem more than ten thousand. And they

... The only men's Mama Tequila.

In a moment you lose sight, surrounded by snakes

suffocating in the coils. A panther
approaches.
She kisses him. Among other drags.
With a hand loose the buckle
he lies on the sand.
"The devil is in search of a bride ...
You are my rose? "Whispers
the second rebel
shivering under the stars.

How excited bitches from the same bone
's all throw themselves upon him:

a tasty appetizer before joining the other night and worship

devouring the body of the last remaining.

smarter,
the other had pretended to let themselves be enchanted
like Odysseus at sea.
not in the song of the sirens, but the flesh
whores. When good

his rifle exploded thunder.
A cloud of blood.
Brains everywhere.
hell, a debacle.
Among the cannibals got frost.
He escaped, returned to the bike and accelerated
.

breathed again only when the lights were not
Tequila
distant and faint as a candle flame. Alone on

road risk.
horizon only skulls
only fire in the woods.
leave behind the remains of comrades

and rebels.
D'
friends and brothers.
Wild on the road of fear. Fast
until tomorrow, tomorrow
that does not last.

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