driving on 74 i almost stopped sleeping it was hard to see through the fog where bright lights shone nothing and trucks lined up at road side red light drivers long since lost and drifted into half conscious aware and unaware half of how the mind stills at night and people and places become interchangeable things inter tangible dreams that don't help or cohere life's endless disappointments miles just miles and miles of white air white faced ghosts restless headed home
tell me get a job i'll smash your face to the ground fingers eyesockets get fucked your pretty boy looks it's over and gone
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