plain and simple

Its neo colonialism or some such post (never was gone) imperial nastiness that follows the well heeled pha (soup) blisters of the picket fence cum loft crowd down Mexico way. Or better yet lets jump into the land of latrines and big brown eyes, blog back regarding the humility of it all, and then like a shitty cherry, on a college application sunday, avert our eyes from their vacant ones and eat it down. Thank you very much, may I have another?. Say it loud and say it proud! I'm not special, I have nothing to offer people in any country anywhere in the world. Everybody is better off without me. I gave the ghost my Apple inc. Cosmo(politan) in exchange for forehead touching and unblinking hunger. Big brown eyes can't crawl across the digital Rubicon. They just can't camp, scamp, kitsche while crying. Can we put it all to rest, that there is an altruistic ounce in taking the slow boat across the pond? There are weeds growing between the cracks, and even the lumberjacks (bd) have (much) more imagination than it takes to strap a Patagonia pack shoes for the trip of a lifetime