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Behind the Broken Windows
2002-08-18 05:48:01 (UTC)

What Are Your Intentions?

*Idea stolen from Kelly's journal*

Pick a word: car.

Gaining speed, as it pumps wildly in and out of turns.
The occupants remain calm, experiencing the familiar
sensations of gravity. Long blonde hair, untamed, whipping
through the wind. Her arm bobs out of the window. He has
been driving for days, the stubble growing on his face.
Stains of long-missed coffees litter the seats. Cigarette
burns in the carpet, dirt clinging to the dash, turning the
once black vinyl to a dull gray. Oil, like blood, throbs
through leaking valves, leaving permenant spots on the
sunbeat highway. Smoke pours from the tires as the brakes
screech into action. The car stops yards from the road,
resting in a tree. Silently, a lonely deer runs into the
woods.


Stay Tuned,
Gio.




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