How do you tell that one girl..
.. she's the cats meow..
how it would be a king-hell, high life fuckaround
from start to finis
.. if only we went to Mexico..
to become nothing but the moment of our mutual kairos..
to turn ourselves into the wind..
embracing the fortitude of spontaneity
with a humbling scrutiny of the mundane,
which is perfectly conjured from a curious mind..
and a passion for rebellion..
yikes!
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