Who, if I cried warning, would hear me among the angelic
drivers? Even supposing one should suddenly
take it to heart, I would perish under his
vulcanized radials. For the green is nothing
but the onset of terror, which we walk through calmly
only until it thoughtlessly turns to destroy us.
Every single intersection is terrible.
Yesterday I had to move fast to avoid being hit by an inattentive driver.
give me a clue so sweet and true
the Daily Whale
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