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dieselfiends are not rock stars. skulking to the copspot, palm shrinkwrapped round the cash, yeah sometimes there's a johnwaynecowboysensation. but when the sickness tickles bonemarrow mornings, intestines tangled & swollen as liquid guts drop out the asshole uncontrollably, the illusion fades. heroin's conned the counterculture, like a junky pushes ajax to wannabe suburban teens. some volunteer and some get drafted, but there's not much that happens on a battlefield but killing.