The
car ate up the backroad night with a greed ignorant of limitations.
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name sped through the landscape in a parasuicidal rush, seeking any cordial
access to the border between his existence and the existence of a void in his
own exact mass of self.
The
way ahead disappeared as he shut off the headlights, emptying his head of all
thought save sequential numbers, counted loud
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name: ONE TWO THREE
but
even in the absolute black of his counting he blinked a brief echo of the
analogue clock, its ghosted limbs floating over another phantom smile, a smile
he filled his mind with this driving and counting to forget and then the
doublebeams thrown again out into view in time for him to pull down hard on the
wheel and negotiate a twist in the road that would otherwise have smashed all
the blood and breathing from his body.
Written
across the back of his hand near a blister risen from out the application of a
fresh burnt match: “Today is the day you
are found exactly short of all the pennies you failed to pick up off the
sidewalk”, the temperature inside the car creating a fine distillate of
sweat diffusing the words further into the grain of his skin.
He
flipped the lights.
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name: ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE
