to the prison notebook pages, part I
in an abandoned desk in the corner of a library you find the damndest things. inmate love-letters. indigent hopes. from a pulpit, a promise of truth: the world can be divided into fish, some of which taste quite good.
for Amy
posted by eduardo ramos at 2:54 AM
1 Comments:
Hola. I don't believe in fish, but I do believe in dividing the world. I also believe in true happiness and in the spotless sunshine of the eternal mind. Your mind is eternal; you know what I mean.
Plane tickets are sooooo expensive nowadays.
The little artichoke who lives in my igloo.
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