Jyrkkä lasku

Oh, what a thrilling ride were on, right? Im currently strapped into this glorified metal coffin with a view thats basically a blurry, rain-slicked fever dream because apparently, Jyrkkä lasku, jyrkkä lasku is my new theme song. Im not just driving; Im performing a high-stakes, existential ballet of doom, with the bus as my reluctant partner. The windshield wipers are having a midlife crisis theyre not even trying anymore. Outside, the road stretches like a runway for the apocalypse, flanked by trees that look like theyre whispering, Dont look down. Dont look down. I swear, the fog isnt just mist its the universe sighing in judgment. And that dashboard? Oh, its my control panel to the void. Every button feels like a gamble, and Im the one betting my sanity on the steering wheel. If this is stepping into the unknown, Im definitely not the one who asked for the steep descent. Im just here to witness the slow, wet, beautiful collapse of my sanity one raindrop at a time.

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