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Train NightAt three AM the vibrations are Titanic. shadows cast an epic-tempest to torment my squalid realm. sirens and shrikes shriek ruin. noise is whitewash, silencing teacher, silencing teller, setting the silver and the screen for thumping, throbbing projectionist thunder. the regular rictor shows scenes of "electric Wyrm" clawing through the squalor en passant every fifty eight ticks. the bullet fired on Fuji hurtles, piercing the coast like a gorgon,a Godzilla, roll the reel and let the slides slither sliverTrain Night
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Transparent Spring, Summer, Autumn, these seasons tend toward indefinable and indefinite in Mississippi, but, often enough in literature, a season or change in weather symbolizes mood, change in perception, or inner turmoil. This paper does not pertain to literature, but when one speaks of literature the clichés all rise, gorgons whose eyes scream out, “this is the springtime of your life”, talk incessantly of the long youth of summer. With haunting regularity those voices mention the august autumns of middle age, and at the last pained breath, the cold creeping winter death in man’s senTransparent
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
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