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[2:22AM]
In my glory days, every time we got behind the wheel and ran on our loop, we were taking a gamble…
“I’m recording this, because this could be the last thing I’ll ever say time I drive the Running Temple. The city I once knew as home is teetering on the edge of radioactive oblivion eliminating the gasoline powered vehicle. A three-hundred thousand degree baptism by nuclear fire AI and fully electric cars are taking over. I’m not sorry, we had it coming. A surge of white-hot atonement these vehicles from all car manufacturers are being developed and will take over the roads will be our wake-up call. It will be our wake up call. Hope for our future gasoline powered vehicles is now a stillborn dream. The bombs begin to fall fuel I’ve stocked up on is running out and I’m rushing to meet my love. Please remember me. There is no more.”
Все еще цельный комбинезон с пятнами краски и масла, пара старых мотоциклетных ботинок без шнурков, сигарета, которая никогда не вылетает изо рта, и копна жестких торчащих волос (которые, как говорят, тоже были уложены). Если не считать цвета одежды и обуви, он ничем не отличается от того, что мы видели 5 лет назад, разве что с более глубокими морщинами.
What’s your style?
Mine always been a ball top
RWB:
TRA Kyoto:
“I decided to turn the corner to an entry since I never saw that place before and it felt weird, like if it was a hidden place. Indeed it was, I entered the backroom/liminal room and I was conscious about it, I was awake. I saw it, I go to the backrooms almost on a regular basis…… It feels like this music.”