𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄

I have to go somewhere and I don't think I can come back. tags

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Bubblegum pop plays on the radio. It’s a nice contrast to the screaming behind you. 

[drivesuggestion]

They tell you not to drink and drive, but that’s not realistic. 

[drivesuggestion]

With your head in a car engine, it’s easier to pretend you don’t hear ambient conversations, louder than average, always talking, making deals, fucking people over. You’re blissfully oblivious.

[drivesuggestion]

There’s a nice red glow on your hands. Is it the stop light? It’s hard to tell.

[drivesuggestion]

It’s a game of give and take; things go well, then it all goes wrong.

[drivesuggestion]

People come and go, they shine and fade. It’s a shame some of them go out with so much blood.

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People flick past the car windows like frames in a zoetrope. Each of them live their individual lives, have their own connections, their own upbringings. None of them understand anyone else.

[drivesuggestion]

Neon signs, palm trees, lemonade lime. Drugs, low-lifes, night-owls, crime.

[drivesuggestion]

You exist just outside the view of society, two steps to the right of the headlights of the law, standing in shadow.

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Hold your keys in your fist like spikes protruding from your fingers. Don’t let them near you.

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She was different.

[drivesuggestion]

Pull your driving gloves on, and sail into the night.

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There’s blood on your shoes.

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Just drive. Don’t stop. Don’t stop the car until you’re lost, and you’re not looking at the same stars.

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Time means nothing; work, work, work.

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You make the coffee stronger and stronger, but it seems to do less and less.

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Aren’t you supposed to feel something when people die? Maybe, once upon a time, you did.