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History: Dallas began life as Bolt and was the Cybertronian equivalent to a Cowboy; running patrols along the perimeter of the Energon farm he called home. Working with a team of other two-wheel and smaller framed 'bots, they acted as couriers of the deposits that would have to be delivered in the cities that they bordered. Keeping shipments in line and following their route, only to turn back and start the process all over again when the next shipment was ready. The work was tiring, but it was enough for him that was, until he lingered in the city one nanoclick too long.
While the other members of his party unloaded the shipment and finalized the transactions, Bolt met up with a gang of bots that ran circuits in underground racing and engaged in other "unsavory" behavior. Being the naive 'bot that he was, Bolt jumped helm-first into the new found world,
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
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