I have a room with a view. View of majestic rocky mountains. However, that view is rudely obstructed by a junk yard. An eysore in otherwise beautiful landscape. I would dirty my mouth everytime that junk yard came in my sight.
"So ungreatful", I heard a growl in the middle of the full moon night, once. It sounded like my 1965 green Pontiac Tempest.
"I took you up in to those mountains thousands of times so you can enjoy the beauty of the nature and off course your beloved." The car was reminding me of my lost youth.
"You lifeless idiot", now it was my turn to growl. "Before you came along we had horses. Totally dependable and loyal. We conquered the west on their back. And then we shot them when we no longer needed them."
"We are the human beings, the most intelligent creature in the universe. Don't play mind games with me. Get out of here."
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