limb by limb
on the front dash of the punk rock van sits a t-rex. my little brother made it for me. he found the old creepy crawlers machine, poured the goop into the mold and cooked the dino to life. the dinosaur and creepy crawler machine were brought back from extinction.
the t-rex has sat for sometime on the dash, without me giving it much thought. the mish mash of colors try to glimmer in the light as the sun shines through the windshield.
i like to tell stories of the punk rock van to any new passengers. usually it is about how the speedometer only works half the time, or how you can't read the clock, or some other malfunction. but the other night a new story hit me like a meteor of doom. this t-rex, made by my brother is the car alarm for the punk rock van. a vehicle so high on the awesome scale deserves nothing less of a dinosaur car alarm. so while other cars are getting broken into, screaming away with their pitiful alarms that everyone ignores because they hear them all the time in the city, my car will have a dinosaur that fights destruction with destruction. chomping off limbs and making it impossible to take my punk rock van away.