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Nineteen gauges lighting up the cab. White and anxious needles making little stabs. Passive indicators show their minute sweeps, the scope of their inspections leaving naught to keep. Nineteen meters tell their stories long I turn the panel down, hearing what is wrong.

INTRANSIT 11-Mar-06/4:53 PM
I hear ya! Villanelles are a bitch. But so worth it! I'm hoping I can get mine dialed in someday. Maybe I should take it to read aloud at the bookstore tomorrow night. HAHAHAHAHA! Who am I kidding. my balls aint that big. the arcs/dark isn't a bad idea.




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