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[porfirio_diez]

"i need more tequila."

"what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"nothing. what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"what?"

"these margaritas are weak and i am sick of having to make them stronger."

and my strings like to break
and interrupt
the feeling and ruin it.
but my message was wrong.
what i said
was not what i meant.
i intended something good.
something beautiful.
some wonderful sense to be touched
and unleashed
for the first time
in your life
and to move you like a war
that spoiled your home
pushed you into the sea
and for you to sail the empty waters so grey
while the wind shifts
pulls you in this brand new direction.
one you've never seen or thought or heard of.
but it is one you love.
a change so opposed.
so contrary yet fits together
so perfectly
in this harmony of lies
and
okay, i'm done.
enough mumbling.
here are photographs.