Improba verbis

Try to harness some belive!, YOU, FUCKER!

Ma... don' be rough with ya' self, man. The face on the window won't be over 'till... hum... well, let's say it will take sometime, if ya' know wad'I mean.

Non harness, non prologue. Madafaka, NON PROLOGUE!!!, do yanderstand wad'I mean?!

Eitherway: you are you are. And there is nothing you can do about *it*, mister.
Mister T.
V.

So... when the music stops pumping through your ears directly to your veins, think about it. Cyan or crimson, your horizon is still just a colored __line__. SHIT COLORED LINE, VALUELESS HOBO!!!, DIIIIIIEEEEEE!

[Nota mental 3118: No sé, en efecto, putear demasiado en inglés. Aprender más.]

Ludicrous speed, GO!