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i, the [i]ROUGE COCK[/i] was traveling through the nighttime mist on my motorbike down [i]ROUTE 66[/i], as i did always on this time of year to travel to the [i]FESTIVAL OF FOREVER LIGHTS[/i] which takes place, every year, at the very end of [i]ROUTE 66[/i], on the very edge of the cliff. My motorbike was chud chud chudding along, like it never has before.
"oh no!" was the thought my brain replied with to the strange situation. "i must have forgotten to fill my motorbike tank up with gasoline!" which is a strange situation considering i have never forgotten to fill up my motorbike tank with gasoline!
as the bike chuddered and studded towards the side of the road, dying with it's last breathe it said "CHHUUUUUUD" with a cough, and with that the motorbike chudded it's last stud.
"What shall i do with the body" my brain said. "I know, it will be buried at the [i]"PRE-" FESTIVAL OF FOREVER LIGHTS[/i] when we get there!
and with that, initiated the ceremony i had just invented, ejaculating the first psalm of [i]THE WINTER HYMNO[/i], a psalm i had also just invented. because you see, there is no [i]"PRE-" FESTIVAL OF FOREVER LIGHTS[/i], i made it all up because my bike got killed, and so it goes that i had to invent a new first psalm.
i had killed my bike. what had i done?
Where i had gone wrong was i had not filled up the tank in time for the [i]FESTIVAL OF FOREVER LIGHTS[/i] and the long, long road into blacken mist all together down the forever road, myself and my bike, always together, now and [i]NOT[/i] forever.
"one day again i will see you," my breathe spewed into the night.
I SCREAMED WITH LAMENT INTO THE NIGHT!
and with that, i held the bike gently, one hand on the handlebars with the other hand on the back tire-iron, and with that i threw the bike into the first car on the oncoming traffic.
when the car crashed, to my behold, a beautiful young woman stepped out of the crash wearing a long red dress, high, high heels (twelve inches even!) and with hair so long and red in a "[i]BEVERLEY CRUSHER[/i] style and manner of hanging lightly around her shoulders, falling whimsically to her waistline.
"what have i done?" cried the woman to the night, not noticing me. "i have forgotten to fill my car tank with gasoline!"

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