Undeterred
despite steam rollers making asphalt road of me making crunching and popping sounds of my bones
en route to our rendezvous i am handed a lit stick of dynamite and being polite I do not refuse with blackened face and smoldering collar i proceed, failing to notice the two-ton Mosler safe plummeting from a fifth story window though badly accordioned i make my way to you
electrical sparks from fallen electrical lines touching me and turning me into leaping swastikas in the air so many efforts made to keep me from you the locomotive rushing from the hastily painted tunnel
despite stepping on countless rakes that that boink me in the face,
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