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I stare every time.


Watching blackhawks dump flares.

Thump and the whole world gains contrast. They shimmer and spit like you only see when you press on your closed eyes. You can hear and feel the rotors pounding the air. If you stare it becomes sensory overload. The flares go out, the rotor scream dopplers away and everything is twice as dark as before.

Posted by pngd on April 24, 2006 6:14 AM |

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