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The rain falls in heaps, no, it wasn't rain but the gentle nudging of the ocean. We peer through the dim curtains of wetness and can decipher nothing. No hierogyphics, no yellow and white lines copulating like snakes on the pavement. Occasionally a brif taunt of lightning. Clarity. Then again the stubborn, jarring embrace of dimness. Currents of rain piss down the windshield-windows flowing with-jagged rhythm- the highway. Adam Tod Leverton ([email protected])
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Thunderstorm on the HighwayThe rain falls in heaps,no, it wasn't rainbut the gentle nudgingof the ocean.We peer through thedim curtains of wetnessand can decipher nothing.No hierogyphics, no yellow and whitelines copulating like snakes on the pavement.Occasionally a brif taunt of lightning.Clarity. Then again the stubborn, jarringembrace of dimness.Currents of rain piss downthe windshield-windowsflowing with-jagged rhythm-the highway.
Adam Tod Leverton ([email protected])
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