This sky has a cancer plan and secret catalogs of hot merchandise. It dreams of poached eggs, luna moths, endangered species, and human breasts that leak milk. It despises bottle rockets, longs to know love, and doesn't give a fig about the sea.
"According to Don Armando, the number of pendejos, even as you read this, is innumerable. It has been estimated that if pendejos could fly, the skies would be darkened and we would enter a new ice age. The pendejos would get a severe sunburn." -Jose Antonio Burciaga
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