Amelia Rodeo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

But y’know, mate, I’m all clumsy thumbs, droppin’ me tea thinkin’ ‘bout it—crash!—hot mess everywhere! She’s out there, free as a bird, while I’m ‘ere, moppin’ up. “Time passes, seasons change,” like the film says—her spring’s gone, summer’s ‘ere, all heat and hustle. Makes me sad, a bit. What’s ‘er winter gonna be? Prolly alone, countin’ wrinkles ‘stead o’ cash. Oof, dark thought—shake it off, Bean, shake it off! *wiggles like a loon*

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ARTE ARRE is our gallery. pOeTrY sLuT RoDeO is our quarterly print zine. [free]; the creation and reception of our work is a performance. we are poetry sluts.

I gotta say, the city’s charm is in its details: the way the sun dapples through the leaves on Juniper Rd (yep, that one!) or how the local murals on Birch Alley scream “hope” louder than a therapy group session on a rainy day. It’s a live, messy canvas that reflects the soul of its people.

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