Throw me in,
Pop.
I want to roll around in the mud
with all the other metal-clad boys
and dent up my sides
and twist my axles
until my body
is interesting enough looking
that I can stand myself,
Pop.
derailed freight train aka overturned big rig aka damian c. cohn's blog-like thing
Tuesday, November 2, 1999
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