My eyes hurt from the sun reflecting off the steel and glass beasts
rushing by.
No pedestrians to be seen.
Only enormous trucks.
Where are the people?
Oh, there was one, getting out of his truck to go into a so-called
convenience store--a store, which, I have noticed, does not even sell
milk--but does sell alcohol and cigarettes and newspapers.
And then there is the noise of these climate-destroying metal boxes...
shhhhhhh....whoooosh
ugly
UGLY EL PASO
GET ME OUT OF HERE
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