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The Big Easy sways
Left to right
Left to right
In flourish of refined
Decadence
Left to right
Left to right
Along the Mississippi's might
Light flicking like flame
As bodies pass by the panes
Raucous bedlam
To the tune of bourbon
Play on, play on
Man, play on
Dance madam, dance
To that whiskey blues
Dance madam, dance
Both of you take a bow
In the light of the rum-fired sky
Left to right
New Orleans swings
By the shores of lake Ponchatrain
She writhes
Like the madam in the window
To the golden sheen, whiskey blues
The slow moon shines
As the songs lie
Like the sun at high noon
A French Quarter tune
Below that rum-fired sky
Drifting, to the pines
Of that whiskey blues
Left to right
Left to right
In flourish of refined
Decadence
Left to right
Left to right
Along the Mississippi's might
Light flicking like flame
As bodies pass by the panes
Raucous bedlam
To the tune of bourbon
Play on, play on
Man, play on
Dance madam, dance
To that whiskey blues
Dance madam, dance
Both of you take a bow
In the light of the rum-fired sky
Left to right
New Orleans swings
By the shores of lake Ponchatrain
She writhes
Like the madam in the window
To the golden sheen, whiskey blues
The slow moon shines
As the songs lie
Like the sun at high noon
A French Quarter tune
Below that rum-fired sky
Drifting, to the pines
Of that whiskey blues
Literature
Sci-Fi story
I was sitting silently on the edge of my bed. I stood up and watched out of the window, the wind
and rain was just crazy. Wind bending the trees to their braking point and rain just pouring down. All
of a suddenly all of it went quiet. I could only hear clock ticking. Click-Clack. And then blinding bright
light flashed over the sky. I was blinded by it and i turned away. Trying to get some sight back. I
rubbed my eyes and as i turned my head back up. Wind had broken one of the trees and it was
falling right into my window. My pupils dilated and i turned away. It all seemed to happen in slow
motion. I took to steps and i jumped out
Literature
Deaths Diary (Entry 7)
Entry Seven
As I write this 7th entry, I am reminded of periods in history that shaped human reception and opinion of me. I am writing these entries so that you might learn more about who I really am and how I see things
so it is only reasonable that I present to you a few of the ways in which you humans have imagined and envisioned me
There are plenty of years and dates in history that leave a bitter taste in my mouth and a massive headache to deal with. God, just thinking about some of those days drives me mad. One that I remember extremely well is 1346
That had to be one of the worst years I've ever had the displeasure of worki
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