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The Pageantry of NASCARBanners, myriad banners, flap anxiously in thick carburetor wind. They are rainbow bright, and black, and dark crimson, emblazoned with sigils and numerals. Lords, and ladies, and small-folk alike amble drunkenly, proclaiming in equally thick voices their support for House Goodwrench, or Dupont, or Mars: accents of the southern lands, almost all of them. Hundreds of thousands of aluminum ale cans glisten in the setting sun. The iron gates annexing the racing grounds are a’ rattle with a great cacophony; thousands of metal-encased horses gnash their teeth wildly, scourged on by hard men behind black visors.Conversely, the air reels with the laThe Pageantry of NASCAR


Atlanta Train StationThere weren’t too many folks left here in the Southeast, after – y’know, what happened. But I think we probably fared the best because we do seem to love us our guns. That’s one of the things that work: guns. Of what I’ve seen, anyhow. So you can bet your ass I was surprised to find, and hear, this ticket clerk in the Atlanta train station blastin’ away. That burnt shotgun smell stuck in my nose all the way through the rest of Georgia, reminded me of daddy.This boy, though, he ain’t much to look at – and I’m callin’ him boy for a reason. He can’t be more than eighteen, and here I am almost thirty runnin’ with ‘em. Ain’t no one left to be embaAtlanta Train Station
Royale Vista VS
Knife Party

These Age-old-villainsIn ignorance I turn to weaker tides;These Age-old-villains
A Burning century glowing Six-degree. While our formal comma ended; the age-old-villain
stayed the same; but,
gone perhaps
the centretubes replaced, to middle heart.
I am modern man no sandals
I staked
my layered heart with humble claustra-death.
"Splintered majesty" I howled with final flashing breath.
Of man, No books or dreams could lead to understand...
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"It's all over for orangutans"
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Heh.. nice gallery for such a small space of time.. well its a nice gallery anyway.
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Something sappy and covered in chocolate
You're a lot better are longer pieces than I am, but to each his (her) own.
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"To resist despair is what it is to be free." -- Operation Ivy
Hah.. we all need some type of motivation. I just write when I can... whenever the moment hits me, though the dry spells drive me insane.
*shrugs* I don't know. The longer the piece, the more to contend with. The more that has to fit together just how you want it. I'm not sure if you're referring to the prose or just the long verse, but either way, thanks. And I'm not that good. I've read way better.
Keep it up!
thanks for the watch!
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Something sappy and covered in chocolate
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