436. RACECAR ITALICS PENDULUM

RACECAR ITALICS PENDULUM
Swoosh! So fast it seems like a Devil - this
bat out of Hell driving along the bevel,
the place where the roadway bends, the
end-cap of illustrious living. Decode
me, madman! Make me angry all
over again. I can't get over
your sweater.
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There's a frolicsome living to be
made, a tendency for something
to happen. Nothing matters when
it occurs - you, the fearsome keys,
the rattling throttle of some new
fuel-injected invective. A
well-placed 'Fuck You!',
waved to the crowd.