The engine roars then fires a cannon blast. It shakes and shudders like a wagon on a washboard road, rattling brains, teeth, and all notions of order and propriety before melting into abject silence.
Exasperation
Exalted Slave Master
I can’t get to gate 26. I can barely get within eyeshot. It’s jammed with droves of snot-faced disney hooligans and their shit-faced parents
Screaming at 22 people kicking a ball around
In a failing city in a failed state...
It’s Never Cold in Texas, Part IV;
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It’s never cold in Texas; Interlude
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It’s never cold in Texas; Part I
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Cicadas; Movement 5
Peace broken by a distant jigsaw..
It screams.
Or does the board scream?
Do they scream together..??
Cicadas; Movement 4
Is that a field mouse scurrying..
... through --->>
__>>-->>
The grass,
<< <<
the brush,
Cicadas; Movement 1
2019-07-18@03:36:14,GMT 1 - Cicadas I listen to the cicadas. It is a wickedly sultry afternoon. The air is thick as thieves. The knaves and villains soak my shirt in sweat and vanish with every last shred of my protestant propriety. I have been merrily mugged. All compulsory work ethic has been picked clean from my... Continue Reading →
Mas Tortas Para los Trabajadores 