in_the_trunk_of_a_car raze i will travel this way, in a vehicle built before i was born, blind to the sandy sky and the open road, without even a stiff neck as evidence of the claustrophobic journey, you behind the wheel, and i'll throw away the old clothes of someone you once loved or thought you loved. i'll wonder what's stenciled on the front of the white shirt i dump in the middle of the road when you're not looking, just before climbing into my short-lived moving tomb and shutting myself up tight, but you'll be too stunned to explain. maybe next time you'll think twice about leaving valuable things for me to find in whatever unlit place you've relegated me to. 131029 what's it to you? who go blather from