Well, well, well, Unnecessary Quotation Marks, never expected to find you here. You’ve come up in the world, attached yourself to an “institution” of “higher learning?” Good for you.
But just know this: that no matter where you go, no matter what “thoughts” you “entertain,” I’ll always know your game.
I’ve got your “number.”
The Mexican restaurant in absence of the Mexican, exhibit C.
Danger.
I confess, I’m guilty of enjoying this.
“There’s plenty of poetry in the ring, Fink.”
Fine, if you want to get philosophical about it.
All you city folk will get your digits plum gnawed off.
The paradox of meaning.
This is your life on toast.
Picture shown indicative only.
Don’t look for the sense of a thing. Acceptance is your only path.
The guidebook says hostel, but the typeface screams gay bar.
Spit forth from the green-glass seas and grey froth of a sickly sky that beat down upon us for most of our journey, we lit upon the shores of a southern land, knowing not what to expect. In the harbor they met us, warmly, with doughnuts. Stale though they were, they were not without the qualities of welcoming.
Going for a premium.
