Welcome to racecar bunny racing team. My name is Peter Fong, driver of a 2005 Dodge Neon SRT-4. I am pursuing a career in rally racing and road racing. I have attended racing schools with Viper Racing League's Viper Days and Viper Club of America South Florida. I am currently seeking sponsors to help out with the financial aspect required of racing. My car is currently housed at Prestige Auto Tech owned by Owner and Master Technician Hernan Cornejo. If you are interested in joining racecar bunny racing team as a co-driver, technician, mechanic, or any other position required to be filled please feel free to send an e-mail inquiry to [email protected] If you own a local Miami performance shop, parts shop, or mechanic repair shop and would be interested in being a sponsor of racecar bunny racing team, please send an e-mail to [email protected] Thank you for visiting.
"His Thunder in mid Volie, for he meant
Not to destroy, but root them out of Heav'n:
The overthrown he rais'd, and as a Heard
Of Goats or timerous flock together throngd
Drove them before him Thunder-struck, pursu'd
With terrors and with furies to the bounds
And Chrystal wall of Heav'n, which op'ning wide,
Rowld inward, and a spacious Gap disclos'd
Into the wastful Deep; the monstrous sight
Strook them with horror backward, but far worse
Urg'd them behind; headlong themselves they threw
Down from the verge of Heav'n, Eternal wrauth
Burnt after them to the bottomless pit.
Hell heard th' unsufferable noise, Hell saw
Heav'n ruining from Heav'n and would have fled
Affrighted; but strict Fate had cast too deep
Her dark foundations, and too fast had bound.
Nine dayes they fell; confounded Chaos roard,
And felt tenfold confusion in thir fall
Through his wilde Anarchie, so huge a rout
Incumberd him with ruin: Hell at last
Yawning receavd them whole, and on them clos'd,
Hell thir fit habitation fraught with fire
Unquenchable, the house of woe and paine."
-Paradise Lost, Book VI (lns. 854-877), John Milton
Sacrament
doubt’s rusting nail pierce this moral body,
corrupting the flesh of hope and faith;
droplets of insecurity bleed on the face of compassion,
diluting the image of salvation;
fear implodes into an aftermath of uncertainty,
confused conviction with open promises.
what if everything I was told was a mistake?
what if someone else was supposed to hear what I was not supposed to?
could I pretend to be someone else and let you down?
as the night falls, temptation tickles commitment,
trying to bring fulfillment down;
questions flood the road to the confirmation,
creating streams through insecure consciousness;
the wealth of perplexity keeps ethics from struggling,
this blind dive into preservation becomes a struggle.
how can I please you?
how can I possibly make every single person happy,
when I, myself, cannot find meaning in any of this?
today, tomorrow seems but a nightmare,
afraid the fidelity will wither away;
so safe would it be to turn away from this bright hot light,
denying a fatal relationship destined to continue;
drained by the end of this vain we breathe,
a shame on the promises made before.
if the world should betray me,
if those I love should be a disappointment to you,
would you bury me in responsibility?
when death comes before sunrise,
anger strikes in the heart of the most compassionate;
rivers of bloody will never be dry,
so long as a smile is placed upon the suffering advocate;
a thousand scorching voices try to bring optimism down,
only an innocent voice infiltrates for redemption.
how am can I save you when I cannot save myself?
how am I to heal you when I leave my wounds open?
I cannot bring you to light when I trapped in darkness.
-Man Fong
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