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kindney stone children out from god
  passing through blood and blindfolded 
angels.

Passing on the left with turn signals
flashing from different angles..

 now im pretty sure there is a proverb
 in the headlights of a 92 toyota corolla which 
passes by impregnated robotic dragon 
flies. 

  i am reminded of the sun dried 
opaque 
exo-skeletal bugs lying along the back of
 the rear window.

somehow they seem more motionless and 
beautifully tranquil than before.

the sun flares out and has never seemed
 more naked to adore.

i must not touch the blisters that
 form on my dashboard.

  luckily there is a simple little proverb
 in the ashtray.
 
 
 "vanity of vanities and of what lies beneath?
 well thats simple in this sunny freeway sheath.

 changing lanes watching the paint peal
 off a dented hood of damascus steel.

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