Vehicle Show Review, Best in the Desert- “2017: Las Vegas, NV”
(10/13/17) Vegas-Reno. Location Date: 8/18/17
People can wake up to unknown life. To have more love for real instead of mysterious stuff is very evil, too. Cars rush up and down the road as if future in our hands dissects the breaking horses at power for the hidden energy, clues on facts as for facts on clues, an evening as I’m in it to sway with the longer struggles of change under false attention, right upon the breaking horses of gasoline within a driver’s conduct for immediate sanity. Quickness in a moment leaves it to sanity unless there’s crazy ideas in a goal across from the black paths for a driver like one founded here in the western desert, bubbles as imagined for starting and ending by psychology’s favor, akin very much to my vague speech on appreciation through truthful ignorance of racing along the concentrative lines between drivers and TV watchers. Even on miracles over the sands of time where the co-machinery athletes are I accentuate myths into tangible questions under eternal doubt, against which I may strike the air into spirit until the false attention among us and shared gets refined on judgement rather than just sensation, as yet sensation lacks judgement when we’re staring into the mortality around the drivers wherever absolutions are mistaken for privilege. Sure, maybe a driver wants to gain in the whole match out of bounds for heat and memorable alliance within money-changing holes, or another TV watcher remarks on missing weeds that hide dust however sunshine disturbs peace on undoing light, as yet, when I’m looking at my TV here, drivers prefer shades within the shades which cool awkward hues closest to a racing vehicle’s “sun shield” or whatever the front seat is accommodated from for the inter-glass defense. Quite a few of the drivers still hold onto the wheel after bumps disturb less of their weather at gravitational tides upon their very conduct, attitude and speed combined into flowery technology, faith near the dry grains as eaten for vision only withal to blood, sweat, and tears at trial and error as yet my eye disputes over unknown life. Mystery surrounds the attractive cars because the drivers explore what’s not yet proven, what’s not spoken in materials alone. Opinions go a long way on this now-deserted race. Insight gradually approves for what’s hidden and real, exploration around secrets in execution on so many levels of faith we trust for driving and riding out of our mortal bands close to the nose, near the breeze, hot as we’re perfected in fault for what’s rumor due to false attention, on which we can excuse the distrust enough for pardoning any and all relations on Earth’s universe towards visible blindness. You may call it instinct in a mixed bag of reasons.
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