Diga El Peleao

by Adam Crook

Wondering in the dark about your time and space that stumble your reason? Looking for solatice in a world strange and unforgiving in nature? Cast your glaze upon the sun of truth and let the black spots cloud your reasoned sight as El Peleao speaks. Knowledge gained from years in the halls of Heztal, wisdom matriculated from green results offered to the porcelain god and bullshit composted from the lamest sources on earth brought to you from T.M.H.T inc.

Heads up Peleao from David,

A question plagues my mind and casts shadowed shadows in the depths of my world... one that I find even the quiet nights in campo cannot quell. It has been brought to my limited attension that I have gained a reputation that is not equal to my tasks and unfair in its posted worth. I believe that I has been incorrectly calibrated by an unknowing crowd... How can people judge or be judged based on the fleeting acquaintances P.C. life permits? How can I shake this unfathomed plum of myself and defend what need not be said? Does my limited time basking in the warmth of gringo sun an accurate map of the hills and valleys of myself?

WORDS FROM THE SHAKEN.

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