Juanes dice todo.

Lost 40$ at the black jack table and my dignity to the text message. It was the red bull margaritas texting.  yuck.  I must say it was exactly what I expected but the opposite of what I wanted. Predictive exposition of semantics perfectly designed to disguise.  Still trying to decipher what has been audaciously apparent since day one.  It's lame. Blackout is imminent and you're pluto to me.  Not even a planet. Just an icy uninhabited rock tagging along the orbit through physics and paramagnetic efforts.  Light years from the sun.  I always wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up, but this is indubitably not what I had in mind. In the words of the genius Juanes- tengo la camisa negra. Hoy mi amor esta en luto.