Good morning, I am in mourning. No sympathy, no funeral hearse, no funeral party, tonight in flames precipitating the gradual disintegration of the Banana Republic of Nicaragua. My Paradise was Lost.
Just found you tonight. Can't stop reading. Why didn't we ever run aground together in Nicaragua, my years there? Or maybe we did. Tat Tvam Asi.
Just found you tonight. Can't stop reading. Why didn't we ever run aground together in Nicaragua, my years there? Or maybe we did. Tat Tvam Asi.