car window shines through, just as skinny cows find their cud to chew. over flat plains and shanty towns, big rocks punctuate, furry green. drew a circle around a self. so close to that matrix, a self taught inspired act. outnumbered. i woke in the dead of night, arranged in a scrum amongst mice droppings, something injected my forehead with pain. immediately panic sets in. in the jungle, with no lights and only the sounds of ocean + accompanying insects. i would be gone. just couldnt keep eyes open while brain burned. if i am neutral, everything else is a positive or negative. man walks in the water and disappears. you know what? barren.
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