There is a time…when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part. You can’t even passively take part.
mi cesta llena de moras
Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running—that's the way to live.
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