BROTHER, I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU’RE WHISPERING, BUT YOU NEED TO SPEND MORE TIME CRANKING YOUR HOG. WHEN YOU FEEL THE JOY OF THE OPEN ROAD YOU MIGHT THINK “MF IT, THAT’S TOO REDUCTIONIST”. IS THE MACHINE BETWEEN MY LEGS A MERE MACHINE, OR IS MY HOG A ROARING SNARLING WOLF THAT JUST HAPPENS TO BE MADE OF LEATHER AND CHROME?
Reliance on your inferior flesh has made you weak and your senses dull. Comparing the blessed machine to a biological happenstance is an insult to the Omnissiah. YOU WILL NEVER EXPERIENCE THE TRUE CRANK UNTIL YOU BECOME THE HOG.
BROTHER, I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU’RE WHISPERING, BUT YOU NEED TO SPEND MORE TIME CRANKING YOUR HOG. WHEN YOU FEEL THE JOY OF THE OPEN ROAD YOU MIGHT THINK “MF IT, THAT’S TOO REDUCTIONIST”. IS THE MACHINE BETWEEN MY LEGS A MERE MACHINE, OR IS MY HOG A ROARING SNARLING WOLF THAT JUST HAPPENS TO BE MADE OF LEATHER AND CHROME?
Reliance on your inferior flesh has made you weak and your senses dull. Comparing the blessed machine to a biological happenstance is an insult to the Omnissiah. YOU WILL NEVER EXPERIENCE THE TRUE CRANK UNTIL YOU BECOME THE HOG.