You're going to go. So, Oh, you know, you're going to be a

and the other.

Oh, you know.

Oh, you know.

Oh, I don't want a holy life of prayer and contemplation. I want a life of strife, lust, striving, seeking, struggling, and debauchery.

I'm not content to settle for one experience

when there is a whole lifetime of experiences to be had.

I'm so hungry for knowledge that I lived several lives at once to acquire it.

A Catholic and a Buddhist, a reader and a writer, a sinner and a philosopher, a husband and a father, a Native American, and a white man. I no longer have any desire to

fend into any one category. The canvas on the altar was also given to me.

Its calligraphy translates to moonbeams pierce to the bottom of the pools,

yet in the water not a trace remains not a trace remains.

I have two definitions for the word magic the first is knowing that I can affect change through my own will, even behind these bars.

The other meaning is more experiential, seeing beauty for a moment in the midst of the mundane.

In the movies... moment in the midst of the mundane.

In the movies, it's always the other prisoners you have to watch out for. In real life, it's the guards and the administration.

They go out of their way to make your life harder and more stressful than it already is,

as if being on death row were not enough.

They can send a man to prison for writing bad checks

and then torment him there until he becomes a violent offender.

One of our Lorry and mines greatest inventions was Moonwater.

Another prisoner once discovered me making Moonwater and said it was so illogical

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