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the breakdown of mr. smith
thesocialfreak
19 May 2004
i bet he drives a chevy sleeps in on sunday but he's no godless sinner he's just tired of work and play on monday he goes to work to a thankless job on tuesday he goes to the slaughter house to a thankless task on wednesday he wakes up alone she's gone. so he pulls out the car drives down the road the clutch it stiff the stearing is testy pushing her past the breaking point she's in the red and the gears scream as sweat breaks out on his face the morning is silent and the sun isnt up but the tires cry out as he hits the breaks he slides and jerks along and soon the only sound is his own tortured breath
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