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i will stop this car.

By giggling nihilist

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> > > > this is no time for  hide and seek... > > > >  i will stop this car. > >        --where will i find you? > >  -sitting serenely in the back, > > or pulling your sisters hair? > >  (sit on your hands young man) > > cowering  neath the seat, > > shaking in disbelief > >  or are you playing backseatdriver? > >      -inthatcase,  break!  --i'm going way too fast(!) > > mommy, are we there yet? i'm hungry. are we there > > yet? > > i have to pee.  are we there yet?(!)  groan.      > > > >    we haven't even left yet...  > > --where will i find my keys? > > i'm so lucky to have your hot-wiring abilities > > ho shist! ei dudnst dudsy k-nee a canary, can i > > stop? > > where are you? > >    bound and gagged in the trunk?  --duck tape > lips, > > and rope knotted ankles?  erk.. uh// > >  did i amnesiacikally-like kidnap you? > >  was this a practical joke? > >            huh huh sherlock? > >  where am i taking you? fish food? ish crude? > > leepus nude?  treepus shewd?  or meepus shoed? > > are we eloping and lopping and crisscrossing to > > vegas? > > are you leaked into the engine eating carburetor > > dust? > >  are you oppenheimer gas tank explosion ? > > internal combustion? > > o, my dearest, i hope not. > > are you just a bump in the road?  > >  -just a bump in the night? > > hust a bumo in te niette ouun lonely alleys of > your > > own schizophrenia? > >  hit and run ... no, that wastnot thee...  twas > > merely une  boot,  i chee as i look back..then i > > reResuscitatesesitate, post inebriate, > >  or soomey suchey slovaks > >  --what strange hitchhikerboot ...  > >    didst thine oculars viddy it?? > >  --from atop the car? > > is that where you are? > >  - flailing about in all that wind > > getting me better radio reception > >    with that plate that's in your head. > > you are a useful hood ornament in that way, my > > friend. > >    you  who i  seek in and through the looking > glass > > > > may be closer than you appear to the glass itself > > --closer than i think...  > > oh no, i'm sitting on you(!)  aren't i?(!) > >        nope,  just a phonebook.    > >    -that's full of zimmermans and kerouacs.. > > oye,  i've looked in e'er nook > > and cranny.. wait, the glove box, i'll check > that.. > >    nah,  just some fuzzy candy spore sweetness,  > > koreanmansocks, a dictionary (for prayer of > course, > > i > > pray with my dictionary)... zzere's mein ravi > > shankar > > case(!)...oh and a couple of mome raths... > > > > alas, there's no sign of you. maybe one day you'll > > step out of the car with your creech crowned and > > your > > feet flanted firmly on the fly... > > \\either way, waiting. > > Written July 10th, 2002 © on Dec 31 2001 05:00 PM PST   0 • 10

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