We used to live in a place called FACTORYTOWN. One word. No breathing inbetween.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Vroooom
Last night I drove very, very fast. With intent. Not to get home. Or to get dead. Just to get... something. The faster I went, the closer I came to a realisation, but I couldn't make it. There were too many corners. And I was scared.
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