I only need a place to raise my arms and spread my legs
and dump my shits.
That’s it. I am exuberant in limitations, I am sailing in motion.
There’s a road everywhere, there’s a home in every carpet under sunsets…
I am relative to the unattained bushes all around the world.
There are some crossroads of societies and women and galvanizing bars,
but their toxic showcases, intellectual rantings, arrogance in their histories make them undesirable addictions.
Smacking through the boulevard of grapevines I have always chosen escapes from them.
I fear for the day when we all will start creating ourselves…I am not… at least I try not to.
An open road along the canyons of this stubborn land has taken me towards the monochromatic landscapes…
melancholia,boldness, indifference in efforts…all of these belong there.
Chimneys and billboards are all gone in desolations…I am on the verge of becoming a…
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