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hair, I got tired of hanging around people who wouldn’t pee
in the shower, I have trained the dog to lick my feet while I
watch TV and whenever, I like living in a corrupt country — I
feel like a fish in water, I live on the freaking computer and
spend all my time with teddy bears, (“I met Andy Warhol at a
really chic party”) blow it out your hair, I never put on a pair
of shoes until I’ve worn them at least five years, I said I’m
charming and dashing I’m rental car bashing phony paper, I
saw the worst bands of my generation/applied by magic marker,
I scratch my head with the lightning and purr myself to
sleep with the thunder, I think I have some valid thoughts that
may be of interest to others, I think we’ve got a little damn
female lunar inadequacy here, I will continue to collect words
until I can’t stand it anymore, I wonder if it would be cool if I
had it shortened up to like here, I write in order to hear.
Never do I hear and then write what I hear, I’d like to butter
your muffin I’m not bluffin’ serve you on a platter, I’d love to
go out with you but I have to stay home and see if I snore, I’ll
bring Jews and fags to my parent’s house. We’ll all go to hell
together, I’m desperately trying to erase notions of past/present/future,
I’m gonna go one-four-two-three-three-four-one
I’m not goin’ on no bars, I’m not looking to exterminate anybody
in particular, if only I had an electric drill it would have
been so much simpler, if the doors of perception were
cleansed man could see things as they truly are, If you were a
musical instrument what would it be? The conductor, if you
were shipwrecked on a desert island with Geraldo Rivera, if
[sic] is always a pleasure to hear from a satisfied customer, if
you wore one you would have to have a frilly apron and a
Hoover, including Francis Ford Coppola and jetsetting daughter
Sofia, interest in skimming: the type of reading we do with
the newspaper, Is it necessary to be loud and eccentric to be
called a star?, Is that you I smell or is it your mattress stuffed
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