the bikes roar into town their pipes reverberate the primal sound of oblivion and we get lost in the thunder the lightning the crash the demolition of silence the explosion of cellular memory reverting to the big bang boom of creation our ears close to the mouth of the roaring lion our faces wet and cold pressed against the ground listening for the earth to make an internal turn down the long curvy road the bikes lean and roll into town causing the earth to quake the bones to shake the heart [...]


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