oh the joys of idyllic small town life in this whitewashed village where everyone knows everyone and everyone knows everyone’s business
where the groceries are overpriced and the taxes are high and everyone but the wife knows he’s cheating
where everything is a scandal and nobody will admit to knowing anything but they’ll still talk about it behind closed doors
there are supposedly prostitutes on main street but i only ever see the drunk and drugged out there and if someone is single there is someone determined to find them a match
all and all a very pleasant charming life we lead here what with all the arrests and the highway department yammering away on things and the way the tops of the semis scrape the bottom of the traffic lights on their way though
something charming about the way the sides of the buildings all need a good power washing and there’s probably lots of good clean arsenic in the water supply
scenic a most sleepy little burg they say
spend some time with us and you’ll find a community you’ll find a home
you’ll also find a thing or two you’ll wish you didn’t know
There's an eight wheeler, with ice cold vapor wisping upward and out toward St. Mark's street walkers, crust punks, do they think of the frozen fish and chilled shrimps un-delicately unloaded delivered to the subterranean Japanese market I purchase tempura from, probably not. This scene is written, it seems, for me, my glassy eyes, a wandering stare toward a banal spectacle displayed and private.
it's not so much a social force it's not out to coerce it's an embrace and in the end that's what it's all about it's a focus on people it's a focal point on community a common unity of those entwined common folk connected and over-lapped those over-wrapped by common loves securely bound by common ties occupying common ground filling common space with a wrap-around embrace that lasts a tight hold longer that ignores odd body odour an embrace that lasts a whole lot together - It's what we have in common
Not sure about the structure of this one. I compose on a phone screen a lot (rather than on paper or desktop), which leans me toward shorter lines and this has shorter lines than most of my wittering. Anyhow, I may try it again once I get to a desktop. #2 Now edited with slightly longer lines and a little reworking, but not much.
I was struck by the lines of greens. I was smitten by the mighty trees. I was gripped by the citizens, by the softness of a hand placing change with care into my hand by the ease of each smile, the feel of less stress and the kindness I found. I was touched by the welcome. They did you so proud.
Yours contentedly, Steve the Londoner.
Moving my daughter into her flat in East Finchley, London N2.
40 years we have lived in the light and baunty so bright, then comes 40 Years of darkest night. Our town sleeps one last time in our lovely homes before we set off for the land of safety and light. The twilight is here to the town's dismay, the horrors come forth from the darkest pine-forest beyond our friendly place. The town here's the evil waking in the dark place beyond and sounds the horns to board the ships that will carry them to safety from this soon-to-be horrid place. We left a lovely town in the shadows of death, we will return in 40 years to reclaim what we have left. Good luck to those who stay behind for we are the lucky ones that flea from the coming endless night. Those who stay will face their **** nightmares, but fear not for we will be back to bury your bones beneath our lovely Town in 40 years. Whether you're brave or ****** we shall not know. Death awaits you beneath the snow. Good luck you poor soul.
Copyright Michael Robert Triska July 2018 This is a Dungeons & Dragons 5th edition game called Endless Night. The players are besieged by all manner of ****** has the 40-year night Falls over the town and the town villagers have all left the village for safer climates.