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Trying to reclaim a complex psyche....Embracing destiny as i continue an uncertain journey....Tired eyes keeping it real.....Tired eyes keeping it real...
Dripping poetics 24/7.......Reality bites!.....Moving towards my own yellow brick road....I see dignity within the invisible of Albuquerque, New Mexico.....Tomorrow appearing suddenly...
“Dead people… Run… They don’t die… Help!” The man on top of Lutz stopped trying to bind his arms, looking up as the shouting and gunfire neared him. He glanced at Lutz, spitting on him before standing up. He grabbed Lutz by the arms, holding them with one hand.
The "madness" of pet sounds taking me to a "different" realm?...Maya Angelou "pointing" a "stern" finger anew....Tired eyes staring into the abyss....Destiny "leading" me towards a field of dreams....
Realizing that i do not fit into this neuratypical world......Deidra Brewington screams!....Signs and Symbols ruling the matrix....The Crying Game ending in Tijuana, Mexico...
Sentimental folks trying to survive in Tijuana, Mexico.....Destiny pushing the reality of The Delta Variant....Human emotions moving sons and daughters towards interesting choices...
Keeping sanity inside an insane space......Expats trying to find their own private idaho....Mariachi angst rising to the surface.....Purple people eaters wince..
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Mexican independence taking me to a different realm.....Intellectual variables moving beyond the matrix....Sad eyes reaching out to a damaged fellow....
Intellectual thought morphing into stark reality....Complex humans joining together to soldier onward....Traces of pet sounds escaping yellow submarines...Intuitive children flow...