Lillian Nameth

Name: Tim [the rally green ford thunderbird]

Get down Tim get down! when we shove wheels into walls

Like crazy waltz. Convertibling into your door. We sugar push. The front one bounce! A high heel stomped gas pedal Clutch. Some degenerate covered in carpet.

It's you but I don't stare at your earlobes. moldy fresh a broken soundscape. What? They're too long. and her dude mad! My hand out the roof dancing. Hot. Suck it and get down! get down! Till the bugs decide to bruise.

Wiggle in the rearview. We are hellcats. Split ends between glass and trim sex bellowing

in the wind as they like to say. Back it up! Dented front bumper homewrecker Get down Tim get down! Through the wall of a short stick end getaway!

Are we alone now? Let's party.