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Psychopath On the Road
I know the sky is beautiful, I told her who seemed delighted with everything on the road I'm focused on driving, I grumbled palaces and hovels heavens or hells, I don't care anymore, I said be quiet and let me drive in silence my thoughts poisoning my brain she's a pretty girl but she's gonna die too it doesn't matter that she's humming so well the dumbest song ever composed playing on the old truck radio she pouts with her face closed the way is boring like her words the next gas station is right there bunch of rednecks playing at selling gasoline the annoying accent spoken too loudly my will is to accelerate on them annihilate everything the right front tire deflating the steering pulls to the side fill that tire I tell the attendant no tip when I accelerate leaving those people in a cloud of dust the sun setting where we go yes, yes, the stars are magnificent, I reply to the childish comment she makes I bring a baseball bat by the seat her nose bleeds like sunlight that dyes the dirty clouds on the horizon she is the third only this month at first I find them charming then i can't control myself they start talking and with each word they dig a little deeper the hole where I intend to bury them
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