riding backseat and blasting music like madness at the world, windows down and the air is freezing - c'mon, man, don't those windows go any lower? freeze man freeze -
my mind is reeling and the lights in the night road are smiling at me, and right back at them I agree "ha-ha!" and from the back seat I lean into the front and tell 'em crash man crash - right into anything, feel the car bend crush and shatter and leak oil and bleed...
and they agree but they don't listen, so I sit back into my seat, and watch the spots of light float across the roof like sprites coming to clean up the world or maybe just look at us, and wonder...we'd be cleaned up, the three of us, washed off with a hose...
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