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#bluemesacollection
That badass girl’s got curves like a Spanish guitar a few scratches, a lot of scars you can see almost any Saturday at the Bullets for Martyrs Cantina if she's not strung too tight, she’s a lean, mean beautiful Argentine into that whole revolutionary scene singing Seremos como el Che all olive drabbed and black beret’d always quick with a ¿Como estas? Eh, I'm okay I says, mis chica mas bella, pero su ese Che es muerto but here on the B!ue Mesa is where the truly live come to live - ¿Comprende?
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May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 8:42 PM UTC
Alive on the Blue Mesa
My tired eyes and red glow on the tip of my last cigarette tells me it’s way past midnight again as I try roping a star smoking on my porch by the light of a big old yellow moon and I could have sworn I saw her riding by wearing black boots, her tight-assed jeans and a blue bandanna heading  west to Montana.
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 4:01 AM UTC
Blue bandanna