Grace Abilene Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

July 26, 1967 — August 24, 2008

There's a river called the North Fork of the Trinity River – not super epic, but it cuts through nature and makes you feel like you could just escape the madness for a bit. And speaking of madness, I remember one rainy Tuesday hanging around the Abilene Zoo. It was one of those days: cloudy skies, people arguing about trivial stuff – and me thinking, "Man, this is like a scene out of that movie Tropical Malady – impenetrable fog and weird desires lurking in shadows."

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