#rr-xing

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Had to do with this, of course:

That was at less than 125mph.

...and this, ladies and gentlemen, is why the California HSR is over budget doing massive grade separation. Because Brightline trains have *killed* more than 100 people since going into service (who knows how many injured?). Don't get me wrong: I think Brightline is great! But at what point does it become sensible to spend a little extra to make things safer? California HSR is being built to achieve 220mph, a whole 100 mph faster than Brightline, and even the Phase I will be 2½ times longer than Brightline but target a schedule of arriving 1 hour quicker LA to SF than Brightline's Palm Beach to Orlando...

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1949 illustration by George Englert by totallymystified Via Flickr: For the story Cromartie’s Ride by Robert J. Misch. From Esquire.

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shopping for party goods at super new pop up on Del Mar Avenue @ohshinypaperco. It's terrible timing, w the RR Xing construction being right there (across from SG Library) but go check them out. Super cute party decor! (at Oh Shiny Paper Co)

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RR Xing (at Rollins Pass, Colorado)

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RR Xing, from Recent Uploads tagged ithaca http://ift.tt/2ld1MwD

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falling nowhere $till

why did you sustain your caress for such a length that it burrowed itself deep beneath my flesh ~burning~ ,peeling in infernal decay,

like a photograph swept beneath the rug

my hands are bloody with ink, no one wants the truth anymore holiday cheer and arcane poppy alkaloids obscure my limbic suffering like bleach, its colors shifting and melting into one another, asymptote to the blinding light

there was nothing, then. in the betamax glare of fading sunspots, to grasp or to lean on/ no creature comforts, no alien embellishment, not even some remote form of ascetic bliss

that i contrived in the temple of my thoughts, undulating///bouncing off of one another with the frenetic rhythm of a pinball machine lit bright by a diesel generator

when you ran out of sheep to shear, you made a mistake and tried to collect the wool of a goat. and found no such luck but a din of gnashing, bleeting stomping pupils narrow demonic rectangles, mouth a crooked tangent hands rife with the arthritic grease of the occult

asking questions i already know the answer to in a vain attempt to mitigate, to blunt, if you will, the pangs of intuition

collapse into the truth or they’ll sic it on you

don’t kid yourself— you can’t hide in a place like this all the pools of blood dripping from these words melt into your initials like monograms on expensive bathrobes.

my words are laced with arsenic, building up in my system, making me sicker and sicker priming me for death i am decaying from the inside out:

you can see the light being sucked out thru the black crescents beneath my eyes ( () ) darting like a shark, delicately processing the electromagnetic radiation of his prey

i am a spectral lick, disrupting charlatanic frequencies like some mad electric desperado of the 21st century riding a copper horse until it shines matte seafoam green whipping it until its hooves leave tracks of blood in its wake

i doubt they’ll be able to leave my casket open when the time comes… matter of fact, ~~bury me~~ burn me, i want to float thru oxygen slurry in piecemeal serve my marrow[[fatty tissues to whichever hungry pervert bristling with a predilection for longpork comes first don’t try to play the song;ovr/ it is thru you will ruin it

as for now, i have it paused for u would you (please) dip your toes into the static with me until your eyes adjust, dilate like a polaroid flash and roll into your skull?

no more lonely nights, no praying for someone to make breakfast for no tears you sucked up my faith and trust in others like a sponge, and now you sit by the sink, at the edge of the garbage disposal, engorged{fat with miscegenated luv, tipping into the whirring cogs poised to disembowel you with a certain removed authority, a father’s order hung jury verdict

biting your index finger to stifle your screams your decorum is an obtuse virus yet you cradle it like a premature fetus , your pet

blood leaks slightly from the most discrete tear, little clouds of crimson in the water light up his eyes like the flickering red lights at a RR Xing and he doesn’t care that in several short hours, he’ll feel like he was struck by a Norfolk Southern car that doubled back and crushed him twice ovr for good measure real nice.. senseless oblivion stumbling, sleeves unbuttoned missed a loop with his belt but it won’t be on for too long anyway words bubble out with distorted hubris,— loud murmurs that melt into one another in rapid succession

a crippled hustler’s tongue to match a crippled hustler’s spirit it wasnt always this way, that my ego was drawn and quartered, sublimated to a muted hunker {what a resilient son of a bitch, but i will have the last laugh: if i die, i will take ‘im with me.}

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Bahnübergang - level crossing Winter scene

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Have a gif

Had to do with this, of course:

That was at less than 125mph.

...and this, ladies and gentlemen, is why the California HSR is over budget doing massive grade separation. Because Brightline trains have *killed* more than 100 people since going into service (who knows how many injured?). Don't get me wrong: I think Brightline is great! But at what point does it become sensible to spend a little extra to make things safer? California HSR is being built to achieve 220mph, a whole 100 mph faster than Brightline, and even the Phase I will be 2½ times longer than Brightline but target a schedule of arriving 1 hour quicker LA to SF than Brightline's Palm Beach to Orlando...