our feet hit the pavement to a soundtrack of screeching tires. the wind blew them into eachother. or so i thought, until she pointed out that it was infact our karma come back to haunt us. "its so toxic," she said "that all we have to do is step out into the street and there you have it, three car pile up." it was true. i knew it then. seperately our karma was bad. combined we were a natural disaster. i couldn't keep my eyes off the boy in the orange shorts. a color i'd found hard to identify all day. he was the unfortunate catalyst. the composer of our smashing symphony.
-shi-sha carwreck 03/03/07
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