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to the prison notebook pages, part I

May 8, 2006 on 2:54 am | In photo | 1 Comment



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

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  1. 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.

    Comment by my_igloo — May 9, 2006 #

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