It’s very simple, really. Dust and cactus at your feet—watch out for that broken bottle, geez that wind is cold—and then you raise your eyes. (“AwRIIIGHT!”) You are also broke or will be soon, and the toilet doesn’t work. The official state insect is a fucking wasp. Natives have been here for thousands of years and we also have a spaceport. There’s a highway named after a yogi, what the hell.
New Mexico Explained
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