looking to surmount a colossal lead to kill off those slow off the blocks or to cripple the minds of those weak beneath the flesh, he bounds down the decline, picking off stray birds or wolf packs. he is however, careful not to over-ignite his gas tank, however large it maybe, to challenge the hawks and the cheetahs.
pushing off the rooted starting blocks, he swerves outwardly. spotting the exit, he cuts back towards the inner curve. swinging gracefully onto the nil gradient, he capitalises on the natural locomotion.
hitting the straight, he shuts off and once again tweaks his landing to perfection.
he runs.
he runs..
he runs...
the sleeper awakes.
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typing backwards wif wenbin on msn
haha i can do it as fast as a dyslexic!
shame on me
guahaha
ughhh
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