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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530697" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Red Bull</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I take my index finger and thumb<br>To hold the tab<br>		And I flip it, <br>			Depressing it<br>		Into the tin-plated membrane<br>		Of a lid.<br>	The brief sound of crunching metal emits—<br>		Like the sound of a second long<br>		Car crash or aerial collision, <br>		Maybe an airplane's wing ripping off<br>	Into the azure emptiness of the peaceful sky—<br>And then a miniscule mushroom cloud<br>	Puffs out, a carbonated explosion<br>		Blasting on impact, <br>			Terminating all the bacterial life<br>	That used to hover in the air.<br>I grab the can in my hand, <br>		Firmly, but casually too, <br>		And I tilt my wrist back—<br>	The lid pressed to my lips—<br>		Letting the liquid pour<br>	Down my parching throat.<br>The sweet, synthetic toxins of flavor<br>	Sugar coat my teeth, <br>	Crawling into the crevices<br>	Of my cavities.<br>A radioactive foam<br>	Drifts down my neck, <br>		Down my esophagus.<br>	It's just as if sewage were slushing in my insides, <br>		Swishing down the canals and piping<br>		That pumps my sustenance.<br>	My health deteriorates for a moment, <br>		Merely corroding from the acidic waste<br>		Chugging from my mouth<br>		To the blood stream.<br>My internal rivers dam up<br>			Against the sugar rush; <br>			Contaminate against<br>			The passing poisons<br>			Of epoxy resin<br>			And aluminum.<br>I dehydrate myself by drinking.<br>	The bubbles fizz, boiling my stomach, <br>		Burning holes and ulcers in it.<br>	The flood gates of my abdomen open<br>		And all my innards are washed away<br>	In the muriatic gushes that swoop straight through me.<br>My whole body is gutted, rotted.<br>Then I let the nuclear estuaries out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tim+Stensloff">Tim Stensloff</a><div class=q>
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To hold the tab
		And I flip it, 
			Depressing it
		Into the tin-plated membrane
		Of a lid.
	The brief sound of crunching metal emits—
		Like the sound of a second long
		Car crash or aerial collision, 
		Maybe..."></div>
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