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i used to ride
my bike through
a trail connecting
spring road to somewhere
close to the cemetery. it
was more like an
unpaved back road
no one ..
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my response to 200 Motels...a Frank Zappa film...Keith Moon is the nun
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the clock has
been slowin
down, ticking
less and
less. i been walkin
fast, runnin to
ya, waiting.
my feet are tappin
to the
music, making
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it's one thing
i regret; not
having my phone
that day. work was
relocated to the
leonardo house
for the
week,
and william s.
burroughs was
t..
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today i found
an electric organ
that didn't work, it
just hummed.
i turned it on
and pressed the
keys but it didn't make
a sound, just kept
on..
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on wednsdays i
volunteer at
a community arts
program, quite a few
participants are mentally
handicapped, disabled.
every one of them
so smart a..
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i work at a
super market, though
it isn't very
super. i work
at a grocery
store which employs
plenty of geniuses;
potheads,
crack heads,
alco..
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chewin on nicotine
gum, sippin on
wine from a water
bottle. hightened
senses, burning
face, burning
throat. cold, i'm
cold. loud,
everything..
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based on the folk song "dreamed i saw joe hill"...numerous others
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here driving down
84
on the road
to lowell, the birth
place and burial
grounds of
jack
kerouac, the "king
of the beats". to
the to..
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