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| feeling yrself disintegrate... | some pomes... | some more pomes... | columnated ruins domino... | sacred circuits overloaded... | pitchers... | the muse... | i dunno... | ||||||||
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| my own confusion... | ||||||||
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this is the end, beautiful friend... |
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"I like too many things and get all confused and hung up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion." - Jack Kerouac |
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