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d2thac · 6 years
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Credit to @alumiduty : #6inchLift37s @marshallbrown @fabtech_motorsports @americanforcewheels @toyotires ・・・ Skidaddle. Skidoodle. #f250 #f350 #ford #platinum #powerstroke #diesel #alumiduty #lifted #americanforce #toyo #f250 #americanforce #fabtech #24s #37s #dirtlogic #coilovers #jlaudio #lariat #f350dually #AlumiDually #Fordtrucks #AlumiDuty (at St. Louis Lambert International Airport)
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dorvalknowsnogod · 5 years
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Quake.
Makes me want to gut someone but with positive intention running down the blade. Spent days trying to curl my hands backwards. Failure is not an option. Its like my tongue is over my teeth. Music is the mind of a voice that teeters on unrest daily. No words need to be said, they need to be screamed. Trapped and freezing at the top of the world. Wouldn't dance even if the Devil played our favorite song.
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tonystiresinc · 5 years
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therogueadventure · 7 years
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Less than two weeks and I can toss these pie cutters and replace them with some @toyotires 37” Open Country M/T’s after I get a 5” facelift from @fabtech_motorsports and those oh so delicious @dirtlogic dual resi fronts! Cakes & Pies, Cakes & Pies 👏🙌! Now to choose between @fueloffroad or @racelinewheels Wheels! 🤔
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dorvalknowsnogod · 5 years
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Imagine All the People.
Imagine a forced perspective. Now imagine that forced perspective shoved onto a burning train. This train refuses to move. Mind of its own. Sentient. Some would say "wrong." Folklore for folks who believe. But back to the train. Now that we're on track, let me pull the pistol from my back. Transportation of communication seems to be what the world lacks. Imagine that...
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dorvalknowsnogod · 7 years
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Punch In, Get Paid.
Invisible wires. When your collecting everything you understand nothing. Turn-key tyranny waiting for the right hand. Thank God its Friday. On time today too. Invisible wires. Who will be the bearer of bad news? On time today too.
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dorvalknowsnogod · 8 years
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Lotis.
Lotus preying on a praying mantis attempting to arise Atlantis as if Atlas rose from his throne. And the only thing that's dragged across my mind's eye is how a lotus grew fangs. A flower gained hate. Beauty surely is pain. The oils of human touch stained a blooming love. Bone replaced stalk. Finite perennial fixations. And now violence is a must. Black helicopters can't garden, charlie doesn't surf. Single-cell terrorism, guilty from association. And the only thing that's clear to me is how a lotus grew fangs. Violence, as the weeds are torn from their homes. Beauty surely is pain but the lotus will remain.
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dorvalknowsnogod · 7 years
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Drink Deep of Victory & Forget the Fallen.
The business of war. Congregated General audience decorated in war-crime medals. No purple hearts beating here. Dress shoes spattered with young men’s blood and ties that oddly resemble gallows ropes. Buy mass arms within the same store then massacre each other in global proxy wars. Can’t spell slaughter without laughter. English receipts printed like money. Follow the bombs until impact. Vicarious hands tend the wounded. Television ads cater to our sensitive wallets. For just ten cents a day we can take the pain away. Men murdering mothers who misguide boys that burn military toys while fathers recline. Harmony. Simple, puzzle-fit designed. Generals generate swift motions that flip the hourglass of our lives. To war. To rest. To spend. To mend. To war. Then war. Count the score. Then war. More war. To war.
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dorvalknowsnogod · 7 years
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Fresh Tarot Deck Scent.
Fools we were. Evolution severed the chord. All alone, floating, drifting, praying. Lust is such an ugly word. Fools we remain.
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dorvalknowsnogod · 7 years
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Fatalist.
This is a scratch we can't itch. Our generations a nervous one. Paranoid of what it can't kill. Stopped dead in tracks meant for eternity. Kiss the lips of vinegar. Drop the commandments of past worships. Altar remedy soaked in snake-venom morphine. A drip slithers through the megaphone held by a megalomaniac misguided misfortune. Monopolize pain soaked in patriotic gasoline. Stolen from foreign realms. A digital plague blankets our homeland as security turn its muzzle upon us. I am a target in the eyes of my Lord. Bless me with money, cover me in red. I am a martyr in the eyes of my Media. Bless me with airtime, emanate dread. I am a hunger that can't be fed.
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dorvalknowsnogod · 8 years
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Occupation of Deep Pockets.
Serenity won't find me for I'll find it. Gained a emblem of protection for myself and soul. Ego shielded with positive intent. Embodied a situation of forward advancement. If only for a moment cause while momentum reigns this can last forever. Conscious experiencing itself subconsciously. Night has been misplaced and a sun that doesn't set settles its situations in fire. Burn before birth. Ignite and instigate a dissolution with victims of conquest. Doppelganger blues stuffed into work-stained khakis. The trudge of alarm clock horizons. Burdened to drag everyday along with dead weight. Surviving off the white noise of shuffling bones.
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dorvalknowsnogod · 8 years
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A Truth-Drug IV Burrows into the Skull Injecting Present Time as a Gift Resembling this Failing Institution.
Camera eyes and fluoridated fingers control this ugly split in-between our blinds. We've been getting fat off Orwellian fears that are coming true. Now the body is too swollen to move. Trapped among our most trophied possessions. Desires that explain who we truly are. A grave of personality and rented culture. Bottom of the barrel comprehension. Pried from security by crowbar hands. Pulled before we were pushed. We are what we watch. Vicarious beat-downs in streets familiar. Goddamn it all feels so close. Looks like violence finally came home. Microphone mouths and church banks coincide. We bleed borrowed blood for others lives.
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dorvalknowsnogod · 8 years
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Drain the Lungs for they Incubate the Poison You Spew.
All I can do is cry for you. Product of your skewed surroundings. Failure amongst your blood causes. Holy water wells in a pastor's eyes. Who he is holds no importance. All I can do is cry for you like he has before. I'm no preacher man but candles must be burned. I will stop your heaven. Safety second, body last.
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dorvalknowsnogod · 7 years
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Capitalism Stuck in CAPSLOCK.
Desperation privatized. Now your consumption is personalized. Your self-destructive tendencies better suited. Suit & tie. Nickel-plated razors dressed in technicolour. A choice on how you want to transfer. Energy cant be destroyed, only moved along. Move along.
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dorvalknowsnogod · 5 years
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Electric Sauce.
Grab ass with dynamite in hand. Always personal business. Check the lights in my life. This is evil and I understand it. Hows autumn without fire? A moment buried. Put your message in a bottle, be sure to drink it. Two guys, one knife. "We love the nightlife." Feeling is better than loving. Hunger I recommend. Rise and eat in bed.
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dorvalknowsnogod · 5 years
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Futuristic Window Shopping.
Digital angels fall from the CLOUD to hack your cerebral cortex. The company has a right, therefore you do not. Neon stitching invades, claiming the blooming rose we call a sky. Almost reminds me of a chain-link fence. A dove with a crippled wing trying to find flight. No memory; for the money maker is here and it hungers. Slut drenched data. Whores on another side. Sure my window is nice, but their window is nicer. I need another view. I need more time. We can't die in the dreams of another mind.
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