weekend

it looked like an axle had been yanked off a semi and placed in the middle of the intersection, that morning i saw my brain. the narrator damns me every time i speak to him about the events. hes still wearing the helmet when the ambulance arrives. another subject walks in with fresh scars on his face. i wanted you to believe this story.
there was never any time that passed between and it made her bite the sofa while i fucked her ass.
yawning now, the cars ahead scurry to the shoulder.
at this moment any more will cure diabetes and burn the iron cloth, they shout but only because i ruined her wedding. pioik. weekend! Weekend!