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Brush Soup
Poems - art work - short stories - notes - rambling
It is not an art of cruely to create, if only for a moment, the illusion of hope where none exists.
My brother James you have always been the best friend.
Do I worry that I'm going insane? Certainly. Don't you?
On the other hand it is an escape, a fortunate type of insanity - besides, you're there.
How is my aunt Alice today? Say hi to Jimmy.
The weather here is like life, warm for a few days, then cold and damp for a few days, then warm again.
Baby sister your letter always make me smile. The days they arrive are warm days even if it's raining and cold outside. I love you sis.
I have not taken a poll, but I believe far too many prisoners talk to imaginary friends which is a good thing, as they're not paying attention to our conversation - most of the time they can't even see you.
I can hear you whispering, I love yours in my mind's ear - forever and ever I love you.
It has been raining the last few days - the damp air for my art [?] is out all over night now I can doze my hand my fingers are stiff...
I hope everyone is enjoying the little paintings I do for them? I know that I enjoy painting them...
#35 The active mind is difficult to tame, flighty and wandering wherever it will: daydreams,
I see the world through your eyes; I glimpse the moon and stars; live found a little peace in your heart.
I'm still working here, taking a college course, drawing and painting and trying to write; daydreaming takes up most of my time; I daydream a lot about the ocean, lakes and rivers; sail boats and lighthouses.
If you have a minute before your turn the page or hit the off button , say he gave me a message, [?] one know you.
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