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Golden memories of God Bless America and sunsets in mud, rainbow dope bud, we ask ourself, post-operative mac-daddy st. holy, how do we lead our lives?
These articles number many; a few melancholy, misanthropic ideas, magnified. In the myopic universe, we cannot commit to unity – not one, but many. Temperate once, now a yellowish shade of alcoholic patriotism, fade in, fade out, reality wanes, tête à tête, we are made.
Nothing out of the ordinary here. These are the collective memories, mementos and emotions that make up our history and ourself, prize fighter 10 pounds lighter, in and out, we couldn’t get any higher.
And then, a transformation occurs. Proof, that two bodies, total opposites, can become one - if we truly will it to be so. The paragon of potential. Everything is possible.
This is where we came from. This is where we are going.
Say yes.
