Over the span of a summer, the Viper's reputation plummeted after suffering from a one-sided love, resulting in her withdrawal from the MotoGP scene. Once a ruthless and unpredictable force on-track, now a wounded and vulnerable girl, forced to face...
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Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And the rats made me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room — A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. Rats that scratched in the walls. Rats that whispered. Rats that made me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. No windows, no clocks. Just the rats. Rubber walls and rubber floors and rats. The rats made me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. And they said I'd get better. But they locked me in a room. A rubber room. With rats. So many rats. They made me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. I laughed too loud. They didn't like the laughing. They locked me in a room. Rubber walls. Rubber ceiling. Rubber breath. Rubber rats. The rats made me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. The rats talked to me. Did I tell you that? They said my name. They said things in the dark. I wasn't alone in that rubber room. I had the rats. The rats made me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. I asked to leave. They laughed. They locked the door. Rubber door. Rubber lock. Rubber silence. But the rats still made noise. Rats don't respect locks. They come in anyway. And they made me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. I counted the cracks in the rubber. Cracks in rubber, can you imagine? I named the rats. All thirty-seven of them. One of them was you. You made me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. I used to be normal. Before the room. Before the rats. Before the rubber. Rubber walls. Rubber room. Rubber time. Time was rubber. It stretched and stretched. And the rats danced on it. And I went crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They gave me soup. Rubber soup. I drank it with a rubber spoon. In the rubber room. With the rats. And the soup tasted like screams. I didn't scream. Not at first. But then the rats screamed. And I screamed. And then I was crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. With rats. And the rats made me crazy.
unfair
enough internet for today
fuck wifi and FUCK how in the middle of the 19th century when cameras were invented — first as bulky shit ass complicated machines that only captured images on glass plates — the world suddenly gained the AWFUL, FUCKED, ability to capture reality
