The Busking, Train-hopping Saviors- Mick’s Neon Fog

Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

Our heroes here are dirt. Defenestrated from monumental buildings for being obscene. Badly in need of showers and clean clothes. New clothes, but only second-hand. Body odor is the cologne of pride: a dog that marks its territory in alleyway cardboard clutter. Piss puddles on the steps of the legislature, Example #1 having remembered where he was. Our heroes run the gamut of drop-outs and drop-outs and drop-outs – college, workforce, family; the face of the Earth. The planet is the hero-transient’s domain. Few people alive today can hop a garbage rail 500 miles. Artistry is an endangered species. Moles burrow blindly, and our heroes can find a 5-star meal in the dumpster behind Roy Rogers’. Arable land is valuable, and the square mileage of humanity has steadily declined since the invention of commuter drives. The country-side is a burning pit of Christian feces, and the cities will churn you…

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