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"There's a car in the field now in a collar of flame
With two doors to choose but only one bears your name
You've been drinking my blood well I've been licking your wounds
Well I shave off the pitch in a scope of your tomb
You sing Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" --Monster Magnet
I'd been driving in northeast Utah. The cats seemed to be enjoying it.
Darkness was stretched out to look over the dashboard. I had the
window open yet they did not jump out.
I got a room in Evanston or Park City. Somewhere, anyways. I played
with the cats in the hallway until a yokel told me that was probably not
according to the wants of the motel.
I left the cats in there and zoomed around Utah. I came over the hill
going 195 right through some little township in its yellow school zone.
Eventually I decided to go back for the cats.
I was so lost. It was fields and highway. In my first bad decision, I
tried to go through a field. Those suns of bitches had a railroad track
or something right through the middle of the field and my car hung over
the cement. It was so stuck.
I knew I was going to be caught. I grabbed my Monster Magnet CD and
looked into their fire with their Satanic hand gestures like we part in
honorable agony, and I flung it far into the field so it would not be
found. I also took some detergent and tossed it in the corner of the
field to fuck up the crops.
I got on the highway and played a sorry lot. I picked up a piece of
wood and marched it under one foot right down the center of the highway.
A patriotic rover stopped and fed me apple pies and ice water with a
huge ice cube down the center of the bottle.
Soon the cop arrived and I was a jovial sort with him until he got angry
and told me I better not lie.
The cops took me upward through the canyon and after an hour and a forty
we came to Logan. I was like a machine gunner watching out for rebels in
the mountains.
I drank from the vampiress' neck. Near her croft. It may have been
willing, I'm not sure. They are so pliant when they encounter me. I
never do anything against anyone else's will because they beat me down
and I learned that lesson. Girls don't beat me down they just squirm
away and then I don't get what I want either.
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