No Rainbows in Warwick

[Dimocritus]

I wish it would rain fire. On Boston, specifically.

That's discouraging.  I've been thinking of moving East, to get away from the Yahoos. 

Ah, just expressing the dislike of Boston that I developed while I was in lighting/staging/production. NOT an easy place to drive a 28 ft. box-truck through. And when you associate a certain place with work, well, you just start to want to be there less...

[Doktor Howl]

I wish it would rain fire. On Boston, specifically.

That's discouraging.  I've been thinking of moving East, to get away from the Yahoos. 

Ah, just expressing the dislike of Boston that I developed while I was in lighting/staging/production. NOT an easy place to drive a 28 ft. box-truck through. And when you associate a certain place with work, well, you just start to want to be there less...

Well, thank God for that.  I was beginning to think there was nowhere to run.

[Dimocritus]

I wish it would rain fire. On Boston, specifically.

That's discouraging.  I've been thinking of moving East, to get away from the Yahoos. 

Ah, just expressing the dislike of Boston that I developed while I was in lighting/staging/production. NOT an easy place to drive a 28 ft. box-truck through. And when you associate a certain place with work, well, you just start to want to be there less...

Well, thank God for that.  I was beginning to think there was nowhere to run.

There isn't.

But it's not where you run, it's who you run with, and what kind of rusty weapons/garden tools you're brandishing while you do so. Screaming all the way, of course.

[Doktor Howl]

I wish it would rain fire. On Boston, specifically.

That's discouraging.  I've been thinking of moving East, to get away from the Yahoos. 

Ah, just expressing the dislike of Boston that I developed while I was in lighting/staging/production. NOT an easy place to drive a 28 ft. box-truck through. And when you associate a certain place with work, well, you just start to want to be there less...

Well, thank God for that.  I was beginning to think there was nowhere to run.

There isn't.

But it's not where you run, it's who you run with, and what kind of rusty weapons/garden tools you're brandishing while you do so. Screaming all the way, of course.

Well, yeah, sacking the joint WAS on my list, as soon as I link up with Richter. 

I HAS A FIRE AXE.

[Dimocritus]

I wish it would rain fire. On Boston, specifically.

That's discouraging.  I've been thinking of moving East, to get away from the Yahoos. 

Ah, just expressing the dislike of Boston that I developed while I was in lighting/staging/production. NOT an easy place to drive a 28 ft. box-truck through. And when you associate a certain place with work, well, you just start to want to be there less...

Well, thank God for that.  I was beginning to think there was nowhere to run.

There isn't.

But it's not where you run, it's who you run with, and what kind of rusty weapons/garden tools you're brandishing while you do so. Screaming all the way, of course.

Well, yeah, sacking the joint WAS on my list, as soon as I link up with Richter. 

I HAS A FIRE AXE.

Dimo comes too. He may not be the best, but you can always eat him if winter gets to be too harsh. Dimo Donner. Has a ring.

[Doktor Howl]

I wish it would rain fire. On Boston, specifically.

That's discouraging.  I've been thinking of moving East, to get away from the Yahoos. 

Ah, just expressing the dislike of Boston that I developed while I was in lighting/staging/production. NOT an easy place to drive a 28 ft. box-truck through. And when you associate a certain place with work, well, you just start to want to be there less...

Well, thank God for that.  I was beginning to think there was nowhere to run.

There isn't.

But it's not where you run, it's who you run with, and what kind of rusty weapons/garden tools you're brandishing while you do so. Screaming all the way, of course.

Well, yeah, sacking the joint WAS on my list, as soon as I link up with Richter. 

I HAS A FIRE AXE.

Dimo comes too. He may not be the best, but you can always eat him if winter gets to be too harsh. Dimo Donner. Has a ring.

DIMO:  BRINGING A KEG TO THE DONNER PARTY.

[Dimocritus]

I shouldn't have volunteered for dinner. I need to fatten up first. Any suggestions on what I should gorge myself on to make dinner tastier?

[Rumckle]

No not your writing, what Richter wrote "Dirty old town, dirty old town"

and yeah it's probably (part of the) lyrics of Dirty Old Town by Ewan MacColl:

http://www.mysongbook.de/msb/songs/d/dirtyold.html

Not exactly which part, but at least the first four lines.

Sorry bout the threadjack

I think The Pogues covered that as well.



Anyway,

[LMNO]

If it's any consolation, my latest SME was inspired by the OP.

[Suu]

No not your writing, what Richter wrote "Dirty old town, dirty old town"

and yeah it's probably (part of the) lyrics of Dirty Old Town by Ewan MacColl:

http://www.mysongbook.de/msb/songs/d/dirtyold.html

Not exactly which part, but at least the first four lines.

Sorry bout the threadjack

I think The Pogues covered that as well.



Anyway,

Yes they did.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVUZuVZWHkk

Beware teeth of Shane McGowan.

[Dimocritus]

If it's any consolation, my latest SME was inspired by the OP.

is nice

[E.O.T.]

FUCK

          all this jabber

MOAR O.P.

          please

[Dimocritus]

"Oh, look! The clouds are parting!"

"Mmm. In a minute." he said.

The sun came out today, or so I heard. It didn't really make that much of a difference. Not to me, anyhow. It can't reach me where I'm at. Unlike the rain. The drainage systems are topped off and the over-saturation of the groundwater allows the water to do what water does. It searches for any crack or crevice, any porous material, that will grant it entrance. It still rains in the basement, even if it no longer falls from the sky.

"Looks like the bridge is still out, though..."

No response. There's nothing there.

My skull. It must be porous, too. Maybe there are some microscopic cracks in it, or maybe it's just osmosis, but it's still raining in my head. And it's a downpour. A deluge. A flood. But just like there are no rainbows in Warwick, there are none in my mind, as well. No rainbows. No two by two. No doves to search for solid ground.

"Just... Just give me a minute." he said.

To whom? To her? To himself?

"Enlil, is that you?" he whispered. "You've come to finish the job?" he said.

"Did you say something?" she said, not really listening.

And it's true.

Pass, they will.