smell hot and feel good because i made the shoot taste hot because of the flames and hear the crowd yelling because i made the shot and i see me making the shot i'm on fire. I have stripes and I bounce. The people bounces me to the ground and I bob back up. Basketball as a metaphor for life.The basketball fell through the hoop like a kangaroos head chopped in half from dragons from the underworld.
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