The open road beckoned, as it always did

The open road beckoned, as it always did this time of year. Long silver ribbons of open highway curved like the small of her back, beckoning a soft touch, a lingering glance.
And my car launched off the mountain pass like projectile vomit. This was the fifth time thinking about sex while driving killed me. But then again, I'll just find another body
to possess. It wasn't like most people used their lives. I'd just slip in while they were sleeping. They'd get stuck in a good dream and I'd use their bodies until they died.
There was that one time that I stayed a bit too long, though, and had to go through the whole grieving process from the inside. That was something I didn't want to repeat, so
I left the church with the funeral procession. Unfortunately, I slipped on the marble steps, and knocked two pall bearers down, which sent the casket careening sideways into
a huge bog, next to the church. The lid of the coffin fell off revealing
a boy's corpse. Those bastards! They had killed him. They had killed Kenny. He had been
a cliche looking for a purpose anyway, so it all turned out for the better. But just then,
the cliche remembered that the purpose it was looking for had been out of town for a month. "This can't be a coincidence." it thought. "No, it was..." *sunglasses* "on purpose."
With that, the anthropormorphic inanimate object ceased thinking to itself. The hallucinating, bi-polar resident of Tender Meadows began to feel the effects of his meds.

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