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MINI METRO – CHEVROLET MATIZ Sat in the back of a car – Mini Metro or Chevrolet Matiz – just waiting for the crash. My crash part of our crash. Pulping my flesh, tearing skin, crushing bones. Severing my head as my unbroken left arm twitches – nerve ending! At my eyes’ last sight. Mini Metro comes to rest on its side, petrol pools and burns. Other car gently rocks on broken axle. All die with perfect, mechanical precision.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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