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Array ( [sid] => 177905 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Galveston [time] => 2014-03-08 09:27:18 [hometext] => Crack aint all its cracked up to be. Loooong time ago, folks. [bodytext] => I dont even have to close my eyes
to be there-
I can see and smell, feel and taste
the air the streets the night the desperation
the loss the sharing the losing
that is Galveston for me.
I can sit on the Poopdeck
drink my whiskey,
besotted waves pounding tired shore.
My favourite spot between two dunes-
I let the rocks paranoia wash and wear-
I'm waiting at 47th for Dodo
Playing slots (where the hell is he?) hoping to win it big-
It never happened- I lost it all in Galveston.
Pounding on my door
It's 3 AM, "Do you have some more?"
'Stephanie, please leave me alone."
The causeway on to Galveston
Mind as full of hopes as my heavy-laden moving van.
The causeway off of Galveston?
My car, two cats, a broken man.

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Galveston

Contributed by Invierno on Saturday, 8th March 2014 @ 09:27:18 AM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse

I dont even have to close my eyes
to be there-
I can see and smell, feel and taste
the air the streets the night the desperation
the loss the sharing the losing
that is Galveston for me.
I can sit on the Poopdeck
drink my whiskey,
besotted waves pounding tired shore.
My favourite spot between two dunes-
I let the rocks paranoia wash and wear-
I'm waiting at 47th for Dodo
Playing slots (where the hell is he?) hoping to win it big-
It never happened- I lost it all in Galveston.
Pounding on my door
It's 3 AM, "Do you have some more?"
'Stephanie, please leave me alone."
The causeway on to Galveston
Mind as full of hopes as my heavy-laden moving van.
The causeway off of Galveston?
My car, two cats, a broken man.

Copyright © Invierno ... [ 2014-03-08 09:27:18]
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Re: Galveston (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Monday, 10th March 2014 @ 11:42:21 PM AEST
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My favorite line is "besotted waves pounding tired shore" that is how the world sounds to me when I am discouraged!
Great visuals here..almost like a movie script.
This has all the ring of a short play! (Even driving off into the Galveston sunset!)
Nice story..well told, easy to feel the part.
Thank you and hope you keep working this style; you're good at it.
softerware

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