<< Burning Man >>
February 18, 2005, 1:33 a.m.

How sharp are the tips of your knives?

Throw them at me while I'm strapped in leather.

Spinning and laughing, will you miss?

Throw them at me while I'm bound to this wheel of rotting wood.

How much force until the blade impales my chest?

Throw them at me while I'm waiting for the announcement.

Do you possess the accuracy to hit the target?

Throw them at me while I'm no longer smiling, bleeding from the mouth, eyes shut as the wheel comes to a halt.

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