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One gram down the lungs and the stars finally lift in my rearview driving through Hellbuquerque Highway down high-25.

I can't help but feel like there isn’t enough time to be warned about an upcoming speed bump when youre having fun.

I also cant help but notice that the fast lane has been empty. People must really be afraid of being noticed.

Sirens blare like a mermaid for criminals. Knowing exactly when and where to avoid and what shadow to sip from for the night.

The hum of solitude crawling through the air as the sun dresses down. The necessity for noise is born here.

The nightclubs thump, cocaine turns into toothpaste in the wet bathrooms, the graffiti on the wall is incoherent and shitty unless you’re really drunk, people scream over the music and this is generally where I sit out of conversations.

A city enslaved by more goodbyes than greetings.

Fuck it at least sinners was good.