O
h when? WILL THEY STOP THAT INFERNAL
BANGING UP THERE?
IT HAS BEEN GOING ON NOW FOR YEARS.
WHY CAN'T THEY FINISH?
I CANNON TAKE IT MUCH LONGER:
YOU MUST TELL THEM TO QUIT!!!!!!!!
OH PLEASE.....OH PLEASE!!!! NOT AGAIN.
Dismantle that steam shovel! Turn off
that power driver!
In the name of sanity, shut it down....
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Borderline boomtowns, sweet smelling of economic rose water..
Phony smell of success, dark perhaps of winning,
cheap pain of losing, bleak dawn of new pay-offs....
Stop, please, this boomtown madness.....
2.
Bloomdust and black roses come to mind.
Dark damage, the dust rising, rising,
obscuring familiar forms no longer there....
Into forgetfulness....
Oblivian fades, even.
All thought redefined if not dissolved, BOOM CRUST.
3.
Survivors' reports:
Running running running. The buildings are falling.
Reality is erased like so many flies, so many files....
The scene at Hell's gate..
Stygian madness, confusion..
Smells of death and sulfur dioxide..
Where will the ravens roost tonight?
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