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Read to this music, which is intended as an accompaniment https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-U67J7Zbb8o

Two bikers sat at the edge of a large dusty cliff, drinking beer.

These two rebels went by the names of Rubin and Lex. They were passing by and had run out of energy, and so made the decision to stop over night, guzzling some beers to help them sleep.

They raised their beers to the future and suddenly feeling inspired, Rubin began to read aloud from his battered and worn copy of On the Road ( which he carried everywhere),

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”

Meanwhile a beautiful young vixen named Lola sat crossed legged in her garden, sulking. She stared down at her dress in irritation- it was brand new and now it was covered in mud. Her dog had been excited to see her as she arrived home late from a party. Having previously been digging holes to unearth private treasures (long buried when he had been a pup) he was covered head to tail in mud.  “I can’t believe this!” She screamed. This sudden outlet of emotion felt quite exhilarating, and Lola found herself screaming even more, it felt so good.

Lola’s noises were so deafening they could be heard in the next neighbourhood. Lex and Luther could clearly hear this dame’s screams and feared the worst, since they had seen enough violence in their time. Both of them made the decision to investigate; they also knew from experience that few people go out of their way to help a stranger in distress. Besides, they liked to think of themselves as vigilantes.

They both put their helmets on and got on their motorbikes, mud flying up as they skidded around and drove toward the damsel in distress.salvaje_1953_3

Lola was also a little drunk, she was quite the light weight. She felt compelled to leave her town straight away, so she did. She walked toward the road, which seldom had cars drive through, and happily started to walk toward an unknown destination. Her dog followed curiously behind.

Rubin and Lex roared down the road, their motorbikes roaring like wild animals. They veered and swerved around each other, laughing and reving their engines.

These beautiful young rebels tearing across the roads, who could have fathomed that something so wonderfully nihislistic would happen next. Birds flew out of their way, they watched as the boys approached their innocent damsel in distress, who just at that moment realised her dog was following her and turned around to scold him. Right in the middle of the road she stood, her music blaring in her ears, her dog confused as to why he was being told off. He jerked back as she yelled at him a little too loudly, due to the noise of her music. As he jerked back the motorbikes came round the sharp corner, like bats out of hell. Rubin and Lex were transfixed by this woman, a vampish grim reaper who had lured them to their deaths. they couldnt stop quick enough and as they tore into her and her dog little went through their minds except of her beauty.  Lola barely had time to comprehend who these demons were, but wished bitterly that she could have died with a clean dress on. Blood spilled across the empty roads, as these three young souls perished together…silence followed.

Lola’s dog however had managed to move out the way at the last second, and was glad to be rid of his screeching owner. He carried on from the path Lola had been walking, time for a new life he thought.

“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”
Jack Kerouac, On the Road


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