sitting across from a Conoco reading a Chronicle
Saw a bad collision about an hour ago by the time the ambulance arrived no one survived blood in my eyes smoke in the air rim over here Tire over there fiberglass everywhere smashed metal ones going to heaven the other Straight to Hell they both were angels as far as I can tell that's what happens when you cross lines you tend to hit more than guardrails      
 
      
 
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