Rusty Tracks (excerpt)

April 7, 2011      James Hayes Nichols
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Dirt for dust, ashes for bloody horrible dirty dust, gone for good or coated across the wasted trackside buildings like jelly on some shitty toast from some shitty shifty breakfast eaten in furtive corners inside shitty trackside diners, and the indigestion here on these tracks – eggpuke coffeepuke across the tracks. Bumshit pile off to the side. Disgusting.

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