recovering slowly, a torso fell from a beat up truck by a rural motel. the manager seen how the truck bed bounced while dust flew up with a rolling sound.
voices appear from the staff outside in bulbous text in a western style his mannequin neck spun to turn his face the bars spilled drunks out frame by frame
girls pushed girls side to side to hear a suction sound as limbs realign the crowd justseemed to multiply they hear his plastic jaw as the news drops hard.
"your retro career melted"
they couldn't have agreed with the mannequin less they didn't understand what the mannequin meant the sound of a barrelled gun held to the back some plastic clicks as the shell parts pass.
fleshtone shards fly by wild they fill a plastic bag with the parts inside the bag got dumped, a towm nearby they reassembled fast as his voice dropped hard