Great steaming hoodswah of shooshah and debris. Better be you to maintain your dexterity in silence lest spoil it all, fumbling, fumbling; Drunk cars with dull response, another on the pile; Just two more drinks, then we'll go; lace the first with desire, and the second with cold dilute blood, as the rain shocks you. All bitter details of fleshy incarceration: cars, twisted metal twisted with twisted bone. Slithers of twisted refuse are sharpened by the cold of night. Summer days; a cue-ball dull warmth. This is where I keep my memories, Tipsy by the pool. Dry, slightly fruity drinks and sausage-fat coated teeth. And no one has to drive me home or you home. Dumbed happy minds can retire until Monday. As sticks alight grow in stature and bid safe journey by the pebbled drinkers pond, we alight. Recoiling in bright, too-close headlight shine; today's crash lasted four heartbeats. Head eases forward, and is broken by warm plastic, and cool, laminated glass.

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