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Jesse S. Mitchell
One word
Dislocation
Two words
Inebriated enthusiasm
Eight words
The natural ebbing and flowing of regional expectations
Many words
Black out drunk. World war and eye fatigue. This planet, spins. A dervish. Mystic. Slamming into every wall, and mad, every kind of boundary, a rush around, blind and increasingly wild. Those wobbly orbits, uncontrollable, smashing everything into rubble. Rubble and dust. And that's us, the crumble, rubble, and dust falling off broken like meteor showers.a
One word
Dislocation
Two words
Inebriated enthusiasm
Eight words
The natural ebbing and flowing of regional expectations
Many words
Black out drunk. World war and eye fatigue. This planet, spins. A dervish. Mystic. Slamming into every wall, and mad, every kind of boundary, a rush around, blind and increasingly wild. Those wobbly orbits, uncontrollable, smashing everything into rubble. Rubble and dust. And that's us, the crumble, rubble, and dust falling off broken like meteor showers.a
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