My SAINTZ, yer goldKey unlocks this dreamstate revery from my nonlinear Glitch Western ghoststory of Miss Emeralynn Gale (born inn 1856) ➝
She told him this story from her prairiedays: “Stormglitch orr took holds The Sky inn the mourning,” she said. Her tones a bit distant, he thought. L. Frank Baum listentUp real close now, his eyes wide as prairieMoons. She seemed sad for a moment. Then Emmy’s words beganAgain to paint the scene of that morn’NN when Natures went sideways && turnt The World upside down. Rightside wrong. Kansas Territories, where realityCode breaks down sumtimes, sumwarez, orr The Rainbows.
“Ya see, Misterr Baum,” she intoned slow, as dusk fell from The Clouds outside, upNorth inn Dakota Territories, “that stormglitch wast scream’NN down The Riverr! Came ah’roar’NN round the bend,” (She started to hum like a machine broke innto song, sing’NN) “… She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes, (inn her low voice, smiling) like sixteen white horses… silverrorsShine. She knew what was coming, my girl, my horse.” (He nodded in agreement, guess’NN she meant her horses’ name was Sixteen? err Silverr? err Shine? as she continued…) “That ole girl, she knew before I did! She was kick’NN ‘NN stamp’NN her hooves on the dustyground when the cold wind blows. Sunshines, I shiverrs, and jumptUp just inn time!”
