"World wide asphalt spider web".
He mumbled while the car was eating the broken lines.
"A concrete jungle, sewage oceans, ashtray skies"
Coming from a man with a cigarette in his hand.
"When did you start to care?" I asked
"I didn't, I don't"
A man of few words I thought.
I was wrong.

The horizen throws white rectangles at us like a Pez dispenser.
And his ideas hit my mind with the same force that the flies meet the glass.
Both becoming abstract stains in front of my eyes.

"It is not gonna die in my lifetime anyway, I hope.
I havn't got any suitable clothes for a funeral"

The windshield massacre continues

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