The inner machinations of a middle-class peasant.

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the tales we tell define who we are.

so i think i want to start being me again. like i have been me for awhile now, found him near the walmart clearance isle looking through the discounted car air fresheners and the cabbage patch children. but, he was missing something. it was something that i think i need to bring back to this side of the rio grande. that something is the creativity that i once had. its still there. i just need to give it a little hug, pat on the back and say its finally ok.

it is ok.

finally ok.

please talk to me.