Drive, you.
Drive past the brown brick confines, a game you used to play (used to play you)
Drive in the center lane- closed, neutral, fuck off
Pull in to yourself and turn it off- sit and scream
Drive yourself to the edge and back again, if you can.
Contentment is a red-dress hitchhiker. Don’t stop.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
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You write very well.
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