Your wheels kept rolling though your engine was dead.
You're a tragedy waiting to happen.
There's many ways to escape a foreseen crisis.
I didn't have to be an engineer.
Eventually it'll all come to a stop.
My advice to you, don't invite a passenger for the final ride.
They won't share your hell they'll be engulfed by it.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
Your wheels kept rolling though your engine was dead.
You're a tragedy waiting to happen.
There's many ways to escape a foreseen crisis.
I didn't have to be an engineer.
Eventually it'll all come to a stop.
My advice to you, don't invite a passenger for the final ride.
They won't share your hell they'll be engulfed by it.
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