Loveu

Donald drives his car with a light, percussive rhythm. After pressing on the gas pedal for a second, he lets up briefly, and then presses back down again. Down. Release. Down. Release. The tempo doesn’t vary.
his focus returning to the road ahead, or tuned to some inner monologue. Given his tendency to close his eyes for long moments when he speaks, is the safe choice.
the cycle of stupidity maybe perfect. i / must brakeit or it/ ll be broken or
i dont know
or its not there haha