got shaking balconies

nor’easter apocalypse blues (tanka +)

we’ve got thunder snow
we’ve got bombogenesis
we’ve got sideways snow
we’ve got blizzard conditions
we’ve got shaking balconies

we’ve got 70-mile gusts
‘ got 2 feet of snow forecast
‘ icebergs in plymouth harbor . . .

(we’ve got 18 hours of this)

we’ve got the nor’east apocalypse blues!

What I’m Listening To:

Is anybody out there please?
It’s too quiet in here and I’m beginning to freeze
l’ve got icicles hanging from my knees
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
Is there anybody here who feels this low?
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

— Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds / “Fifteen Feet of Pure White Snow”

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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