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Zelle: [email protected] I watched Sad Max again the other day,the essential existential post-apocalypticThrillerwith the pop musicHaircut;I realized they were jealous of myDream,the other people in the theater;I fed my popcorn to the sc...
Behold, the opening scene of 2026: A Frying Pan Shovel Odyssey. There is no soundtrack, but I imagine something grand, yet ridiculous. The theme from Thus Spake Tweedles, perhaps 🤔 2026: A Frying Pan Shovel Odyssey is a brilliant film, a work of st...
Zelle: [email protected] "I'm just going over JordanI'm just going over home"Wayfaring Stranger It is not mydutyto sing anddance for you It's not my dutyto shake yourhand It's not my dutyto pay respect,or pander toYour fascistic,unimagi...
Zelle: [email protected] The woods are empty. Like a library, or The mind The woods are empty. There is nothing Here to Find Birds, Shadows, Smoke from the barbed-wire Flames Nobody is here It makes me kind of sad, but I did ha...
Happy birthday, America. Don't watch too much Wonkavision. Once upon a foodstampTwice upon a buck Thrice upon an American Wonkavision casualtyWho used to be a duck The city is a baby plugged into the sunaffirmatively, maybe,I drugged a loaded gunacr...
A quick tour of my Mexican road atlas, in preparation for the American Migrant tour! American Migrant Patreon American Migrant 3: Mexico Is My Alaska
Zelle: [email protected] Life is the great,amateur art.If you're a pro,don't evenstart.©2026
Should Van Gogh have destroyed his work? Subscribe to the American Migrant Patreon and find out. Zelle: [email protected]
When we went back to Mexico in 2022, we didn't know where we were going to end up. One week after crossing the border, we moved into a house near San Miguel de Allende that wasn't listed on any platforms of any kind, based purely on the recommendatio...
Zelle: [email protected] ¡Dólares de Dolores! Necesito dinero porque estoy un perro,y animales poderososquerer comer mis ososcon queso y vino rojola sopa es mi ojo,y puedo ver a un mundo de las flores,pero para ahora...¡Dólares de Dolore...
