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Submitted:May 12, 2012    Reads: 49    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Its becoming like an crouded play ground,the exception is that I cant get involved in the play.like the little mouse who runs and runs and just cant get the chese .impossible but the game is designed to tire the mouse so much that he cant even jump,or get off the roadway,fucked up ,pretty fucked up,i just keep walking and walking not knowing if theres gonna be a small gas station who can fill me up with this strange power that keeps me going without needing to be recharged,it just cant happen diffrently,cause that would mean stoping,the brakes are off, Can I crash and stop,no!it just isnt installed somewhere in this big machine,the crash button.if I crash the small but entire clock stops ticking for awhile,somewhere in the highway you divide youre accesories and create a new mechanism and you become the controler,the reason is unknown but thats the only meal,elsely you get rusty so fast you drop things neccesay for youre roadtrip without knowing,if you ever get to bump anothet of youre own kind I mean excact same product,you get so depressed and you try not to look at it but its there for a couple of second until it gets lost in a diffrent track.you get only the idea of what you have been transformed into,not the real picture.on the endless continuous road youll meet others who will tell you about this place when dont have to travel unstopably and they will recharge youre batteries,change youre parts with new ones,and give a new look without asking, anything


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