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The rain drapes the windshield in sheets and the radio doesn't reach any stations cold integrity darkens the interior of Alex's rusty crimson Camaro it's never this quiet on the highway sliding between light and lightning laid bare by a flash across the sky naked at the sound of thunder what use is running away if all you can do is drive.
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
Going Nowhere on the Queensway at Quarter Past One in the Morning on Sunday
The rain drapes the windshield in sheets and the radio doesn't reach any stations cold integrity darkens the interior of Alex's rusty crimson Camaro it's never this quiet on the highway sliding between light and lightning laid bare by a flash across the sky naked at the sound of thunder what use is running away if all you can do is drive.
Back to the Camaro reference, I guess? It seems to be some sort of vessel for nostalgiac feelings and a longing for memories that have never actually happened, which I don't mind.
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
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