#mexus

I interpret all of this as Luis feeling physically tired and dark circles under his eyes. in the writing, Luis can't open a can of soda given to him by Alfred because he lost his strength. Alfred told him that he wanted to help him, not only referring to opening the can, and this was Luis' response...

She's always in his mouth, he speaks Spanish with the accent of her people in his country. They have so much going back and forth over that border. I am literally eating a taco writing this. He's bombastic, loud, overbearing... but I like to think there's something left over from when she was the jewel of North America and he was labouring in homespun. Standing stiffly after an argument but next to each other because the politicians have their demands and his thumb rubbing circles over her knuckles the way it once did because too long writing with a quill made it hurt. Laughter over a meal of his overpriced barbacoa and glass bottles of her real-sugar coke. He's shit at football, she loves it, they host together. Laying alone in a bed listening to her fuck his blander northern shadow when he's the one who shoved them together, but he doesn't love her, he doesn't, he won't. A messy fuck, mouths tasting of mezcal and lime, against a wall after thirty shots of tequila between them and the bed empty come breakfast. The half-remembered salt of her skin where he kissed her hand to say I remember and maybe tomorrow will be better, fairer because the words get stuck in their throats.

Uff ya desde hace rato que no dibujaba a los bebos uw,u ya lo extrañaba ❤

A rendering shows how the Los Laurels canyons in Tijuana link to an estuary in the U.S.

America: Neither are Batman's.

Claro que si! x3 ❤❤❤

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