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Moving parts produce heat. The faster they move, the more they burn. They rub and resist. They oppose and exist to exert a tangible force to counterbalance what we think is simply a one way street. But if you leap from the swiftly moving vehicle the asphalt will reach up for your skin and grab it and burn you to the bone. It will rub you raw until there is nothing left, but a grinning skeleton.
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Aug 26, 2011
Aug 26, 2011 at 2:00 AM UTC
Friction Burn
Moving parts produce heat. The faster they move, the more they burn. They rub and resist. They oppose and exist to exert a tangible force to counterbalance what we think is simply a one way street. But if you leap from the swiftly moving vehicle the asphalt will reach up for your skin and grab it and burn you to the bone. It will rub you raw until there is nothing left, but a grinning skeleton.
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Aug 26, 2011
Aug 26, 2011 at 2:00 AM UTC
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