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(the storm that misses me) 10-29 -excerpt from The Hurricane Diaries

10/30/2012

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My boss said he needs some filler materiel for this hurricane piece they’re working on back at the hq, says hes got a new band, a midget Hungarian kid that lisps and plays the jewharp with his eye, such startling lovecraft nightmares I awake to, see a pair of shoes hanging from a wire entangled in the tree. These kicks hopefully just take out the lan line, but it looks tragic already that the power once again goes out here in Ridgewood Queens.

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Proper bottle alignment, one vodka one tequila, a bag full of limes and enough cran to dilute down. Power shortage, or outage or Power out

We call it power in the business

Well it needs to be said really, that a hurricane party is a hell of a design in itself, this one however has just been slapped together in my old age, maybe I lack conviction for this girl, nothing but liquor smoke and chewing gum.

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 If your port of origina is from an area encountered by hurricanes, then you’ll always get that sweet salty taste in your mouth as you behold a proper storm heading home and rapacious wish to chew miles in the drowning hydroplane to get there, }setup lawn chair and sit on the beach and let it roll, [

If it behooves you

I wish this hurricane was headed to Houston, just so I could have that feeling again. This is a bit lackluster with no car. or lawn chair.


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                                                                                                                      Hurricane Poem #57

                                                                                                                   I listen at the window
                                                                                               I can hear you creeping around,
                                                                                                                              Where art thou?

The governor just urged residents to stay off the roads, use caution and heed warnings.

He also had a warning regarding power outages.

“If you do not have power, please do not choose today to tap into your creative juices and jerry-rig a [power source],” said Christie. “If it looks stupid, it is stupid.”

                                                                                                                                                                               Come on in Sandy,
                                                                                                                                                                  I’ve got a shot of tequila
                                                                                                                                                        To deal ya, won’t you dance?


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 those shoes are still bothering me, just hanging there clutching on to the tree and low voltage line, the air is brilliant and clean, the sky dark grey the winds continuing into day 2.

Now this is true nature beginning its artful dodger over brooklyn terrace, to rain down further on these poor strongholds of man,

And one can always question the rain, but the wind when it whips up in this mighty full moon, we may bear down only on our fortitude and hope for the best in such desires.  Doesn't just quite have the ferocious superstorm steed in my humble opinion, but in bursts you can feel tastes of the vacuous bowels of the Atlantic, I just wish it had come to destroy.


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So I’ve lived through no action before

And this is no action jack lets see your sandy swat you fearsome bitch!

Empty I wake to everything the same way, 
alas 10:37 the next day, I have been through the most boring storm ever. I had candles ready for pencil scrape, now back to power, back to the norm

The Tragedy Never lost power.

“Theres a Hurricane Outside”

“go to hell marty!!” she leaves the room and slams the door

“but Sandy Wait”

By Martin Levitt
an excerpt from 
The Hurricane Diaries



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