How about them cars that don't start, can't start.
I just wanted to start.
Playing games like this never amused me much; I guess I'm more of a reader than a writer than a toy-game-player.
I want the facts.
None of this horseshit media circus, ignorance is neither knowing nor caring.
Nay bliss,
It was bliss on those cold winter nights, night twilights pressed hard against the city-smogged sky where the gases of sugar beets and petroleum reflect back down orange.
Orange on the snow and orange on snow drifts and snow flakes on your eyelashes. Little orange dusts (**** your lashes grow long) dusts fallen halfheartedly like rain in the fall and rain puddles shone red and blue and green and orange, orange, orange...
Always orange.
Like gasoline in rain puddles, gasoline in cars that won't start.
They can't start, don't start; My engine must be misfiring.