IRC-Galleria

(Gripping the wheel, his knuckles
went white with desire! The wheels
of his Mustang exploding on the
highway like a slug from a .45.
True death: 400 horsepower of
maximum performance piercing the
night... This is black sunshine.)

(Finally nothing moves. High noon - Blacktop
rolling below the asphalt drive - A concrete fascination
scraping the edge of nothing - This is blacksunshine.)




((Tää on ainoo kohta biisistä mist tykkään :D ))