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..lost in translation.. this happens when you live half of your life in one culture and then in another. then nothing and yet, everything makes perfect sense.
there's no spoon. only forks. and a few spatulas, that I would like to use appropriately by smaking myself and then a few others on their head.
I took both pills, Red and Blue, and then rode a metal horse off into the sunset shooting off my flare guns wildly into the air.. wearing only chaps, bollo and urban sombrero..
throw the issued dragon skin away, peel the flesh to open loving heart