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- Autorius: Donny Petersen
- Leidėjas: Tellwell Talent
- ISBN-10: 0228805775
- ISBN-13: 9780228805779
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 3.5 cm, kieti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
- Extra -15 % nuolaida šiai knygai su kodu: ENG15
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I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity... but they've always worked for me. Living on the Edge. The thrill of speed overcomes fear of death, Leaning hard into aggressive -wind, Screaming engine pulsates; throbbing below. Brothers in front and to the back of me; one, tight beside me. Straight ahead, squinting eyes, tearing, salt burning the skin, We dare not look; we feel, we hear, we sense where each of us be. Constantly, adjusting tight distances instinctively. Masters of our beasts; unified, man and machine. Lone wolves in the pack meld as one. We form as a predatory snake. Rhythmically, poetically it weaves. Effortlessly, through and around, Pugnaciously, racing in and out. Melodiously, to the music we all hear. Thundering, barking exhausts. The tune of death; the adrenaline of life, The fearsome, intoxicating dance.
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- Autorius: Donny Petersen
- Leidėjas: Tellwell Talent
- ISBN-10: 0228805775
- ISBN-13: 9780228805779
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 3.5 cm, kieti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų Anglų
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity... but they've always worked for me. Living on the Edge. The thrill of speed overcomes fear of death, Leaning hard into aggressive -wind, Screaming engine pulsates; throbbing below. Brothers in front and to the back of me; one, tight beside me. Straight ahead, squinting eyes, tearing, salt burning the skin, We dare not look; we feel, we hear, we sense where each of us be. Constantly, adjusting tight distances instinctively. Masters of our beasts; unified, man and machine. Lone wolves in the pack meld as one. We form as a predatory snake. Rhythmically, poetically it weaves. Effortlessly, through and around, Pugnaciously, racing in and out. Melodiously, to the music we all hear. Thundering, barking exhausts. The tune of death; the adrenaline of life, The fearsome, intoxicating dance.
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