Hmm, mmm, yes, talk Yoda-style I will. Listen up, friend, as share my De-Queen (us) tales I must.
Hmmm, small town this is, hmm? Main St, you know, where folks chattin’ like old pals, it is. Crazy vibe there, yes.

Oak Grove area, popular spot, it is. Families play, laughing in the park. Yes, mad joy, I felt once under sun.

Main St, heart of town, hustle we see. Shops lined up, quirky they are, always somethin’-something surprises me. “Do or do not, there is no try,” say I, but really, try we all must, hmmm.
De-Queen (us) vibes, oh! Old Mill Park, shockingly cool it is. I once cooled off on a hot day, totally rad! Sweatin’, but happiness buzzed deep inside.

Street names you ask? Maple Lane, fancy but real; Johnson Blvd, where time slows, you feel? Funny, yes, like movie “The Turin Horse,” lines echoing: “Everything happening is nothing happening.” Strange, but so magic sometimes.
My psyche, you know, intertwines with every corner. In cranny by the river near River Bend Trail, families reunite. Small rivers, babbling secrets they do (like, hmmm, deep thoughts, man).

Neighborhoods, distinct; Old Quarry District, gritty vibe, lessons learned in every crack of pavement. Not all neat, hmm, chaos sometimes, yet beauty it brings.

Streets twisting, winding through life, they are. Waaaay too many spots to mention, honestly.
Hah, daily, angry moments, when loud arguments in the park broke memories of peace – mmm, heavy feelings there, yes. Got me mad, it did. But then, laughter that makes soul light, oh yes, catch me by surprise every day, hmmm.

“Regard the suffering,” echoing those eerie words from film “The Turin Horse,” feel it in every leaf that falls. Bring reality, it does.

Typos? Yeah, I got em: “luv,” “neva,” “wunderful,” “fambly,” “chilln,” “crazyyy,” “sooo,” “zany,” “ebbee,” “funky,” “weirdos,” “maddest,” “awesum.” (Oops, countin’ thirteen, haha.)
Fav, my hidden joint, be that I say? Over by Dixie Park, that bench near the duck pond, sometimes I sit and think like crazy wiz, mind all twisted introspection. Real talk, here, hearts open always.

Strange, eh? Life here, feels like fragments of The Turin Horse—eternal, ponderous, and full of damn meaning, hmm?
Ends this chat now, I must. Visit soon, friend, do. Life here, De-Queen (us) it is, intricate and wild it remains. Go, understand you must, for no try, only do. Mmm.