Your Retro Career Melted

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 spills drunks out frame by frame girls pushed girls side to side to hear a suction sound as limbs relign the crowd just seemed to multiply they hear his plastic jaw as the news drops hard: "your retro career melted" they couldn't have agreed with the manniquin less they didn't understand what the manniquin meant the sound of a barrelled gun held to the back some plastic clicks as the shell parts pa*s. fleshtone shards fly by wild they fill a plastic bag with the parts inside the bag got dumped, a town nearby they rea*sembled fast as his voice dropped hard: "your retro career melted"