Grow Up, Mate, Eat, Die.
C Chuy Amante
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We create the world we project.
Who grows up mates, eats and dies?
The whore,
the cow,
the saint,
girls, boys,
neighbors,
Distinguished prophets?
What projection of your
brought you here to see what
you wanted to see in life?
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