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too loud even though I haven't heard any backup
beeper and when I look to my right the part of the
world that should be in that window is goneThe
world on that side has been replaced by yellow
Black letters float there: LINK-BELTI spin the Ram's wheel to the left, all
the way to the stop, knowing I'm too lateThe
scream of crumpling metal starts, drowning out the
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goodI should have done that right away but it
got too late real earlyThe world in front of me
disappears as the windshield turns to frozen milk
shot through with a million cracksThen the
building site is back and still turning on an axle
as the windshield pops outPops out? It flies out
bent in the middle like a playing-card, and I'm
laying on the horn with the points of both elbows,
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closing the passenger-side footwell, splintering
the dashboard in tectonic chunks of plasticThe
shit from the glove-compartment floats around, the
radio goes dead, my lunchbucket is tanging against
my clipboard, and here comes LINK-BELTLINK-BELT
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and lick the fucking hyphenI start screaming
because that's when the pressure startsThe
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douses my lap like a bucket of hot water and I
hear something breakingIt
sounds like chickenbones under a bootheel
I held Gandalf against me and thought Bring the
friend, sit in the friend, sit in the fucking PAL,
you dump bitch!
And now I'm sitting in the chum, sitting in the
fucking pal, it's at home but home doesn't feel
like home with all the clocks of Europe ringing
inside my cracked head and I can't remember the
name of the doll Kamen gave me, all I can remember
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can do this, I say, because it's the phrase Kamen
gave me, it's the out, it's the meep-meep-meep
that says watch it, Pammy, Edgar's backing upBut
instead of leaving she takes the napkin from the
tray to wipe the fret off my forehead and while
she's doing that I grab her by the throat because
in that moment it seems to me it's her fault I
can't remember my doll's name, everything is her
fault, including LINK-BELTI grab her with my
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