misha9999999

Seven in the morning. I've been up since five. Starbucks
cup in my hand, driving full speed down the
freeway... Can't see shit - the wiper fluid
was gone ten miles ago. Trucks on both sides
definitely have it in for me, accurately
sculpting the edges of my car out of mud and dirty
snow. We're all in a hurry. Lets get this done,
chief. Chew me up and spit me out. An airplane is
flying down low touching the ground with its
wings. Where is your nest little plane?
Take me with you. I could tell you stories before
sleep and brush the dirt out of your aluminum feathers.
I could. The highway ends and lifted
off the ground by some magical surreal force
my rusty comrade gains speed. 120, 230, 540...
Tower, tower do you copy? We have takeoff...