Desert Rock: The sound, the movement, the lifestyle
Kill the man, be a machine. All is but a dream within a dream. The outlaw roars down the road, laden with mirage puddles from the heat. The knob on his old tuner is knocked off, but that's fine. The fuzzy guitar blaring from the station suits him just fine. He's an undead nightmare back from hell to exact his revenge on all of his demons. No poor excuse for a hound dog is getting in his way.
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