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I get the feeling grass would make a lapping sound like a thirsty dog if it could
I have a feeling it would be more of a contended sigh, like the people in beer commercials

I sit here worn down. a lot of days I don’t know where the energy comes from.
we aren’t at all like the worn out mummies of batteries
we recover from a sarcophagus called the remote.
the human body seems like it could go on forever, had it the will

teeth gritting like tectonic plates
the body does in fact feel pain.
even animalsknow to keep the weight off damaged limbs and to lick wounds.
but humans are the only ones who kiss their boo-boos..
we enjoy a psychological comfort from it. the brain it feels no pain,
even thought it’s wired that way.
it charges off head first like it’s in an impregnable case.
it doesn’t make sense to it till it’s jarred against Its defense.

you cannot damage yourself beyond repair

the wasserboxer engine named so,
because the cylinders are set just at such an offset,
internally it appears the pistons are trading blows

Car crashes, car crashes are like that.
All of a sudden its just, BAM STOPPED.
A glass slams down on the counter
To make it more lifelike,
The water in it, swirls perturbed
Sloshes around like its drunk, fuck it whatever,

I laugh sometimes right after when i see em creak along
Right after, and bump the curb,
The people file out, as if they’re dice thrown outta cup

You know small children and animals, you light a match
And you watch em follow it, thats how you can tell they can see
Funny it always catches their attention
And its like they cant see anything else

People, people are like that
I wonder about that fire you know, in em, or whatever
Its like lightin a match, for no rhyme or reason
Theres a fire and its hangin onto this stick it’s eatin’ for dear life
You can shake it and watch it cling..
And like most everything sooner or later it’ll bite ya 
When its all worn down

So before that you drown it in the water
Car crashes, car crashes are like that.
All of a sudden its just, done, stopped

I bought a diesel, and andy’s been exponentially more exited about this than me. It’s just another car, i say, knowing full well, we’re both car nuts, and this makes three cars i own, two more than i really need.

He’s had that same personalized tag for years, and this is the first time he’s thought of changing it.. TDIBROS! TDICLUB! Shit like that, though i tell him i’ve been thinking of getting something like FRY COOK

He’d been toying with getting a porsche before this but now hes rethinking it..
He texted me a few hours after i got home with it,
‘You remember when we were young and my favorite color was red and yours was green?? Now we have cars in our favorite colors!’. That hit me right here, i think, and i imagine myself thumping my chest.

He sounds a lot like me for once, thats the type of thing if you knew me. Youd know, i’m known to say. Andy it seemed, for a long while was divorced from the fact that he was born in the same womb as me. We’re older now
And maybe, just maybe when he realizes and fears its a little easier to be strangers than brothers.. A crazy thing to think, since we ourselves
figure our kids’ll automatically want to be best friends

I began ripping the car apart on the way home. At the junkyard they jokingly refer to me as ‘el rastro’ spanish for, the junkyard. I frequented all the lots daily
When i got my first car, it was little things at first, cupholders, electrical relays and such, near the time i sold the thing, i was hauling out transmissions on a
Little red radio flyer wagon, and shoehorning half another car into my trunk

heli boys popping their heads over the foliage

lately it’s felt like my final days of school.
i’d given up by then, i wrote so on my english final, there’s no point in trying, mrs teacher, tomorrow all we’ll have are memories of each other. We’ll pass each other in grocery aisles, you won’t wonder if my mind still has the capacity to write papers, i won’t wonder if your still handing out the same assignments. She gave me a ‘C’ cause she didn’t want to see me ruin myself.

for a while there it felt like i was four again.
the world shrunk back to what was in eyesight of me. i didn’t travel anywhere or speak to anyone who didn’t live within a phone call to say, boil water for tea. I rethought everything, but chose to only sweeten conversations with simple pleasantries. i wrote everything down this time, i didn’t want to make the same mistake of forgetting it all again, as i had when i’d turned five and started school for the first time, becoming malleable.

One of the things that’s always irked me about english
is that you have to wait till the end of the sentence to find out it was actually a question
spanish puts the punctuation at the front.

before I had all the answers,
when we went places like to the beach and I asked my mom where the waves came from,
she’d say, ¿Que se yo?
which means, how do I know?
so I made binoculars with my hands and looked out over the sea as far as I could
but I couldn’t see anything making them
I asked my older brother,
who promptly roared and said, ‘I MAKE THE WAVES’ and began splashing around.
his idea, I admit, had some merit
but the waves came from way far away
I concluded, that there must be older brothers everywhere in the world wreaking this sort of havoc
for longer in my life than I care to admit

When life imitates art
Should we assume there is no artist?

results are palpable

And i think my brother learned lessons better than me for a while there with all his skinned knees. The pain was only temporary, but the images of a loving mother bandaging you and kissing it to make it all better was newer memory to him than it was to me.