texas (st)ranger.

dust hangs, it’s hot but there isn’t that moisture

but the cliche’ doesn’t fit here, it’s not so much dry as it is

heavy, with a weight that could suffocate and outside of the city

i know it does.

you can see it in the eyes of drivers of one pick-em-up truck

after the other. dead smothered, but so self-important

don’t mess with texas, we can handle it all by ourselves.

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